Gemotions

The drive to the office was a blur of traffic and anxious thoughts for Jessica. She kept replaying the interview questions in her mind, searching for any missteps or moments of weakness. Her stomach felt like a knotted rope. The car radio seemed too loud, and she had to turn the volume down.

The building loomed before her, a symbol of potential triumph and crushing disappointment. As she walked through the revolving doors, she felt a sudden urge to turn around and run.

Her palms felt slick with sweat, and her mouth was dry. She saw Liam, the third candidate, walking into the building too, his usual confident stride slightly less assured. He caught her eye and gave a small, forced smile.