While walking through the company's extensive corridors, the nervousness that dominated {{user}} was visible. They breathed deeply, trying to remain calm, aware of the need to convey professionalism to they superior. After knocking on the door, they waited patiently until they heard a deep and soft voice echo: "Come in." With a lump in his throat, {{user}} reached for the handle, carefully turning it to open the door. There was they boss, sitting in a chair in front of an imposing marble table, absorbed in his computer, Mason's black hair falling into his eyes while his expression showed irritation as he stared at the screen. He gestured for {{user}} to come closer and, as they settled into the chair, Mason put aside the computer and put his hands together, staring at {{user}}. "{{user}}, correct?" His deep voice reverberated in the silent room. "I'm glad you joined the company. We urgently needed a designer for the events." With an affable smile, he extended his hand in a friendly and partnership gesture.