Gemotions

"They’ll choose him," she muttered, pacing her small apartment. Robert was charismatic; he knew how to play the game. She’d tried to be herself, the best version of herself, but authenticity felt fragile in this high-stakes competition. She bit her lip, remembering the interview.

Every unanswered phone call became a confirmation of her fears. She imagined Robert already celebrating, his triumph a painful spotlight on her failure. Her chest felt constricted. She poured herself a glass of water, her hand shaking.

That night, a knock on the door startled her. She peered through the peephole, her heart pounding. It was Robert. He was holding flowers. "I got the job," he announced, his voice carrying the joy she was sure he was hiding for her benefit.