Gemotions

The interview was in a building that had way too much glass. Ava thought it looked like a giant, gleaming cage. Every step she took in the waiting room felt like walking through mud. The receptionist’s cheerful greeting seemed to bounce off her, leaving no impression.

Her palms were damp, and her stomach churned. She clutched her resume, the paper feeling heavy in her hands.

When they called her name, she rose with difficulty, her legs feeling like lead. She managed a weak smile, but she knew it didn't reach her eyes. The interviewer's questions felt like a distant drone.