Gemotions

The morning sun streamed through the gaps in the blinds, painting stripes across Leo’s freshly pressed shirt. He bounced on the balls of his feet as he poured himself a coffee, whistling a jaunty tune. Today was the day. He and Maya had both applied for the marketing manager role at StellarTech, a company he’d always admired. He visualized himself in the corner office, overlooking the city, and a grin spread across his face.

He grabbed his keys and practically skipped to his car, the anticipation buzzing in his veins like static electricity. The interview was scheduled for 10 am, and he arrived at 9:30, ready to conquer.

As he waited in the lobby, he noticed the sleek, modern design. He saw his own reflection in the polished glass of a framed abstract painting. He straightened his tie and inhaled deeply, a sense of exhilaration coursing through him. He would nail this. He knew it.