Gemotions

The air in the office lobby felt stifling. The job, a receptionist position, was something Olivia had applied for on a whim. Her friend, Sophia, was convinced this would launch her into a dream career. Olivia, on the other hand, had a growing sense of detachment.

The interview was conducted in a drab, windowless room. Olivia answered the questions without much expression. She stared at the carpet, counting the squares. The interviewer’s words seemed to fade into the background.

When she bumped into Sophia after, Sophia's face was flushed with excitement. "I think I got it, Olivia!" she exclaimed.

Olivia offered a faint smile. "That's great."