Gemotions

The interview panel's faces were a blur. Sarah tried to maintain eye contact, but her gaze kept darting around the room, taking in every detail of the sterile conference room. Her carefully rehearsed answers felt hollow, devoid of conviction.

Her throat felt constricted, making it difficult to speak. She took a slow sip of water, her hand shaking so that some of it spilled onto the table. The silence between questions felt like a vast, empty space, and she found herself rushing to fill it.

She felt a flush rising up her neck, her cheeks burning. She wished she could just disappear. The stakes were too high, and the potential for failure was a crushing weight.