Gemotions

"This is it, Liam," Maya muttered, staring at the polished chrome of the building entrance. Her palms felt clammy, her breath hitched in her chest. The air crackled with anticipation, a vibrant energy she hadn’t felt in years. She adjusted the strap of her bag, her fingers tracing the seam of her blazer. Every detail seemed heightened, colours more vivid, sounds sharper.

She spotted Liam across the lobby, already deep in conversation with a man in a sharp suit. He had a glint in his eye, a posture of eager readiness. A strange mix of excitement and unease tightened her stomach. She forced a smile, knowing she had to project confidence. This wasn’t just a job; it was a battle for the life she wanted.

She walked towards them, each step deliberate, her mind already racing with potential strategies, brilliant ideas to showcase her skills. The interview was starting, and she couldn't wait.