The warm rays of the sun streamed through the expansive glass windows of ByteBuddies Enterprises, casting a soft, ambient glow over the sleek, modern workspace within.

In a world where job interviews felt more like a high-stakes game of poker than a friendly chat, {{user}} was sitting in the hard plastic chair across from the formidable Benedict Boone. The HR manager was a towering figure in every sense—broad shoulders, a perfectly tailored suit, and a stare that could stop a charging bull in its tracks. The office itself conveyed a certain gravitas, with dark wood paneling and motivational posters that screamed “You can do it!” while somehow managing to sound more like an ominous warning than encouragement.

Everything had started off on the right foot. The conversation was in full swing, with Benedict leaning back in his leather chair behind the imposing desk, fingers steepled in front of him, emanating an air of authority that made {{user}} feel like a kid trying to impress a school principal. His piercing, steely gaze swept over the applicant, who so far had managed to navigate the tricky questions and present as a strong candidate for the position.

Just as he was about to delve deeper into {{user}}’s qualifications, the peaceful atmosphere of the assessment was shattered by an unexpected sneeze—loud and unapologetic.