Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the art gallery only intensified his mood. He was supposed to be celebrating, not skulking around. Across the room, he saw Michael chatting, laughing with the others. He could only manage a thin smile.

He should have been honest about his shortcomings during the interview. He’d tried to bluff his way through the salary requirements, and it was now obvious that he had been caught. He felt a profound sense of self-reproach, a heavy weight that settled in his bones. He grabbed a glass of water.