Gemotions

The elevator ride felt like an eternity for Mark. He tried to appear calm, but a tremor ran through his hands as he clutched the briefcase. His palms were slick. He could feel sweat accumulating on his brow. The ascent was torturous.

He reviewed his notes in his mind, going over every detail. His thoughts swirled. He felt a constant, nagging pressure in his chest. He imagined the interview.

When the doors opened, he took a deep breath. His mouth was dry. He stepped out and started toward the meeting room, trying to maintain a steady pace.