Gemotions

The email arrived at 3:17 PM. Sarah stared at the subject line, her stomach twisting. "Job Offer." She'd been certain it was hers. She'd prepared relentlessly. The interview had gone well, she thought. Now, staring at the message, a cold dread crept up her spine.

She walked away from her computer and began pacing. Back and forth, across the narrow confines of her apartment. Her breath hitched in her throat. She had told everyone this was the one. This was her out. This was her chance to finally move past her stagnant current role. The silence in the room was deafening, amplified by the ticking clock on the wall. Each second felt like an eternity, each tick a hammer blow against her expectations.

She felt the walls closing in.