Her stomach was churning. She felt as though she had been waiting for days, when really it could only have been minutes, an hour at most. ‘Hurry up!’ she thought to herself, as she tried to take some steadying deep breaths. In – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6 – 7 – 8, out 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6 – 7 – 8. No, it was no good; with every passing moment she became more and more anxious. She pressed F9 on her keyboard a few times, willing her inbox to show her the email she was both dreading and hoping for. They had said that final offers would be sent out at 9am, so why, at 9.47am, was she still waiting? She drummed her nails on the desk in nervous frustration. ‘Come on, come on, come on,’ she silently intoned to herself.
Bing! 9.48am and there it was. Her future, decided.