Gemotions

He’d aced the interview, no doubt about it. David had felt it, from the moment he walked into the gleaming, minimalist office. He already knew the key players, inside and out. His future was now. He was ready to accept the job offer. He needed to tell Mr. Evans.

He stopped outside his mentor's office, about to tap on the polished wood, when he noticed the small, handwritten note taped to the door. "Best of luck, kid. You're going to kill it. - E." The office was otherwise deserted. David was sure he saw a twitch in his right eye.