Gemotions

The silence of the house was punctuated only by the relentless ticking of the clock. David stared at the phone. He clutched it, then put it down, picked it back up, and repeated the process. The potential job at the design firm meant everything. He had told his friend, Liam, about the job. Now, he wondered if Liam had the upper hand.

He had built his career, worked late nights, honed his skills. Now, it all hung in the balance.

He felt a tightness in his throat, a constant pressure. It felt as if he were underwater, struggling for air. He ran a hand through his hair, his fingers tangling. The tension was making his heart pound.