Gemotions

The elevator doors opened, and Liam strolled out, a wide grin plastered across his face. I was still waiting, my feet stuck in place, the scent of the interview clinging to my clothes. The knowing look on his face told me everything.

My hands curled into fists. He'd never understood how much this job meant to me. He'd probably seen it as just another opportunity. Another prize to be won.

He stopped, his smile faltering slightly as he saw my expression. "Hey," he began, then stopped, clearly picking up on the vibrations of my ire.

"Don't," I snapped, turning and heading for the stairs, the metallic smell of the elevator now nauseating. I needed air.