Gemotions

The waiting room seemed to shrink with each passing minute. Sarah tapped her foot, the rhythm a quiet defiance against the pre-interview jitters she usually suffered. Today, however, she felt remarkably…collected. When her name was called, she stood, not just rising to the occasion, but practically soaring.

The interview was a performance, a carefully orchestrated display of her skills and her passion. Each answer was delivered with polished articulation. She gestured frequently, using her hands to emphasize her points, her eyes sparkling with conviction. She knew she had given her best performance.

As she exited the building, a light drizzle began to fall. She didn't bother to hurry. The rain felt insignificant, a mere background element to the triumph blooming within her. She already knew the results.