Gemotions

The apartment was a disaster zone. Papers were scattered, empty coffee cups cluttered the surfaces, and the faint smell of stale takeout hung in the air. For weeks, Ashley had been immersed in preparation, but the more she prepared, the more the details seemed to unravel. She felt a growing sense of panic. She picked up a crumpled resume, started to read it, then hurled it across the room. She paced the length of her tiny living room, the wood creaking beneath her feet, a physical echo of the turmoil inside.