I stood before the building, my heart racing with every tick of the clock.
My palms are slick with sweat, and my mind is a jumble of worst-case scenarios. I feel like I'm standing on the precipice of a great unknown, with the weight of my future teetering precariously in the balance.
I take a deep breath and try to calm the embers of anxiety that threaten to engulf me. I remind myself of all the hard work I've put in, all the late nights and early mornings spent studying and gyming. I hope it's enough. I hope I'm enough. I take one last glance up at the building, its imposing facade seeming to loom over me like a challenge.
And then, with a steady hand I reach out and push open the door.
Inside, a sleek reception area greeted me, and a friendly assistant led me to a conference room. A panel of three awaited me: a middle-aged man, a woman with a kind smile, and a young guy with a pierced eyebrow.
