Gemotions

He waited, fidgeting, the polished chrome of the waiting room furniture glinting in his eyes. His leg bounced. He and David had trained together, each supporting the other through the grueling interview preparation. Now, that camaraderie was poisoned by the looming competition. He felt a sickening twist of his stomach with every passing moment.

The interview felt like an eternity, an exercise in humiliation. He fumbled with his answers, his carefully rehearsed points forgotten. He felt his cheeks flush, heat rising up his neck.

He walked out, and there was David. His friend gave a tight, almost imperceptible nod. He knew. His own victory or the other's defeat. He started to walk quickly. His body, suddenly heavy, struggled to move.