Gemotions

The receptionist's hesitant glance didn't faze Ben in the least. He took the offered chair with casual grace, crossing one ankle over the other. He let the atmosphere of the office wash over him, a subtle assessment of its vibe, its energy. He was already calculating how he could shape this place to his liking.

During the interview, he fielded their questions with a nonchalant ease. He let them see his intellect, his vision, the undeniable potential. He even cracked a few jokes, making them laugh. He knew it was the right balance: a dash of humility, a generous serving of skill.

The sun was high in the sky as he left. He took out his phone, already mentally composing the text message he would send to his friend, Michael. It would be concise, to the point. He knew his friend was anxious, and he wanted to put him at ease.