Gemotions

The ticking clock on the wall seemed to amplify the silence. Each tick was a small, agonizing reminder of the passage of time. He tapped his foot, slowly, rhythmically, against the carpet, the sound a subdued counterpoint to his racing thoughts. He was prepared.

His rival, Michael, had been unusually quiet all day. He had been so sure. He smiled gently.

He heard his name over the intercom. He stood and walked down the hall with a deliberate pace. The room was tense. He kept a steady expression.