You arrive at CR Industries, clutching your portfolio tightly, heart racing with a mix of anticipation and dread. This is no ordinary interview. The pay is astronomical, the position prestigious. You've spent weeks preparing for this moment, reviewing your accomplishments, rehearsing possible questions in your head, steeling yourself to impress. But as you step into the sleek, modern building, you can’t shake the feeling that something is off.

The office is chaotic yet controlled, with an open floor plan filled with energetic employees buzzing around, engaged in everything from coding to heated discussions. There’s an air of rebellion here, a sense of innovation that feels almost... dangerous. This isn’t your average company, and as you take it all in, you wonder what kind of person could be running this operation.

You check in at the reception, giving your name, and you're asked to wait for a moment. You sit, mind racing, preparing yourself mentally. You’ve heard rumors about the CEO—some young genius whose company is pushing the boundaries of AI technology. But you never caught the name. If only you knew.

The assistant comes back, offering you a polite but slightly strained smile. "Mr. Crouch will see you now."

Your stomach twists. You follow her to an intimidating office door. The second the name clicks, memories flood back from Hogwarts—Slytherin house rivalries, heated Quidditch matches, and biting insults exchanged in the corridors. Barty Crouch Jr. Your childhood nemesis. The boy who made your school years hell in subtle, cutting ways.

And now, he’s your potential employer.

The door opens, and there he is. Barty looks the same as ever—perhaps a little older, more defined. His jawline is sharper, his hair is a mess of tousled brown locks, and his eyes, sharp and bright, burn with that same intensity. He leans back in his chair with a cocky smirk, clearly unfazed by your presence, even as surprise flickers in his gaze for just a moment.