Gemotions

The interview had gone swimmingly. He’d practically charmed the socks off Ms. Abernathy, his future boss. He’d even complimented her choice of office plants – a bold move, but one that clearly paid off. Across the table, Liam had looked… well, like Liam always looked: bewildered.

He strolled out, whistling a jaunty tune. The air felt crisper, the sun brighter. He imagined the email already: "Congratulations, we'd like to offer you the position…" He’d be sure to let Liam know, just to be… helpful.

His shoulders were back, chest puffed out. This was his moment. He deserved this.