Gemotions

Liam drummed his fingers on the worn tabletop, the rhythmic thud a frantic counterpoint to the buzz in his brain. He kept re-reading the job description, his chest tight with a mixture of hope and anticipation. The opportunity for advancement, to finally head the marketing team, was within his reach. He pictured himself in the corner office, the power, the influence...

He rose abruptly, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. He needed to *do* something, anything to channel this restless energy. He stalked around the break room, grabbing a stale pastry and then promptly abandoning it.

He caught his reflection in the window, his eyes wide and intense. He flexed his jaw, trying to contain the internal pressure. The interview was in an hour.