Gemotions

The interview was a formality, he was sure of it. Mark had aced the initial phone screen, while David had stumbled over questions about his previous role. Now, the waiting game began. He kept refreshing his email, the blue light of the screen reflecting in his anxious eyes. He’d seen David’s car parked down the street earlier, a detail he couldn’t shake.

He couldn't help but picture David's smug face, the way he'd always found a way to get ahead. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple. He rubbed his hands together, trying to find some semblance of calm. Every notification sound, every rustle of leaves outside his window, sent a jolt of alarm through him. This was a nightmare.

His phone buzzed. It wasn't the email. It was a spam call. He let out a shaky breath, dismissing the notification. He needed a distraction. Deciding to re-organize his bookshelf, he felt a strange sense of unease. He suddenly imagined David, lurking outside, ready to sabotage him.