Gemotions

"You got this, Leo," Mark had told him. He'd believed it too, before the announcement came. Now, he stared at his computer screen, the cursor blinking mockingly, a constant reminder of his failure. His mouth felt dry, and he could barely bring himself to swallow.

He thought back to the interview, how confident he'd felt, how sure he was he would win. He had made a mistake assuming his hard work would be enough.

He hated this place. He hated the noise, the smells, the forced camaraderie. He just wanted to go home and disappear. He found himself picking at the corner of the desk, the wood splintering under his fingernails.