Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the office building seemed to bore into Leo's skull. He leaned against the elevator wall, the metal cold against his back. He'd been up late, cramming, reviewing all the notes about the software. Now, the thought of the interview process, the need to impress, the rivalry with Sarah – all combined to weigh down his spirit.

He noticed Sarah in the waiting area, across from him, looking as sharp as a tack. Her posture was perfect. He slumped back, trying to will himself into the mindset he needed. “Ready for this?” Sarah asked, her voice brimming with confidence.

He opened his mouth to reply, but all he could manage was a strained nod, his throat feeling constricted. The elevator doors opened. He shuffled forward. It was a chore to place one foot in front of the other.