Gemotions

The interview was a disaster. At least, that's what Elias thought as he stumbled out of the gleaming office building. The receptionist, all perfect teeth and effortless charm, had barely acknowledged him. Now, he replayed the questions in his mind, feeling each answer he gave was worse than the last. He slammed his fist against the brick wall. Liam, the backstabbing traitor, probably sailed through it. They'd been best mates since kindergarten, until this stupid marketing director position came up. Now, Elias felt a cold knot tighten in his stomach. He kicked a stray pebble, sending it skittering across the pavement. He was better. He knew he was.