Today, Bob from HR walked into the meeting room with an air of desperation, his tie askew, his suit ill-kempt, and a faint scent of defeat wafting behind him.
As the meeting progressed, it became clear that Bob's sole purpose for attending was to subtly manipulate the conversation, expertly threading his words to sow discord and reap the benefits of his own agenda.
But little did anyone know, Bob's true allegiance lay not with the company, but with a shadowy figure known only as "The Coffee Machine" who controlled the flow of caffeine in the break room.
As the meeting drew to a close, Bob's words dripped with honey, but the truth was as bitter as the coffee he'd been fueling himself on all morning.