Gemotions

He adjusted his tie, the silk cool against his skin. This morning, the world seemed to hum with anticipation. He imagined the office, his nameplate gleaming on his new desk, the admiring glances from his colleagues. He knew the job was his. Sarah, bless her heart, hadn't stood a chance.

The walk back to his car felt light, his feet barely touching the pavement. He grinned, feeling a deep, quiet contentment. He'd put in the work. He'd earned this.

He pictured Sarah, head bowed, face crestfallen. He'd be sure to send her a gift basket. To soften the blow.