That thing Called fear

Mr. X left his house on what he thought was a fine Thursday morning. He had all the reasons to be optimistic in the world, after all he has finally landed a job interview for his dream job, a fortune 500 company whose work he’s admired and been passionate about for years. He had his best suit on, he even wore cufflinks, regardless of how pretentious he thought they were, but he thought this was the kind of occasion that called for useless, expensive accessories.

He could swear he heard the ele...