Gemotions

He’d known he was good, damn good. He’d meticulously prepped for the interview, crafting a compelling narrative of his skills and experience. Then, his friend, Kevin, had walked in, all charm and effortless charisma. Now, here he was, staring at the rejection email, the words blurring before his eyes.

He slammed his fist on the desk. The sharp sound echoed in the empty room. He needed to get out.

The sudden urge to break something, to yell, to just *do* something, overwhelmed him. He grabbed his keys and practically ran out the door. The familiar streets felt alien, the air thick with resentment.