Deep within the belly of the office politics pit, there exists a mastermind so cunning, so ruthless, so utterly devoid of empathy, that even the most hardened cynic would question their own sanity for questioning their existence.
This individual, known only as "The Architect," has orchestrated the very fabric of office life. Their memos are the stuff of legend, dripping with saccharine smiles, empty promises, and thinly veiled threats.
The Architect's modus operandi is simple: manipulate, deceive, and occasionally, when the situation calls for it, crush those who dare oppose them. Theirs is a world of calculated, Machiavellian machinations, where the ends always justify the means, no matter how brutal.
But fear not, for The Architect is not to be trifled with. They are the master of their domain, the puppeteer of office politics, the one who pulls the strings, and holds the pens.
So, if you find yourself in the crosshairs of The Architect's wrath, do not bother trying to reason with them. Simply accept the inevitable, and tremble before their greatness.