The cool, sterile scent of the office fills your senses as you step into the towering Nott Enterprises building. This interview has been on your mind for days. It’s the kind of opportunity that could change your life—high-paying, prestigious, a chance to prove yourself in the most competitive field. The lobby is sleek, minimalist, and elegant, a reflection of the company's impeccable reputation. You take a deep breath, trying to calm the nerves twisting in your stomach. This is just an interview, you remind yourself.

As you're led into the glass-walled conference room, you straighten your posture, your heart thudding in your chest. The sound of your heels clicking against the polished marble floor is the only thing grounding you. You glance at the leather-bound chair behind the desk, still empty. The assistant who escorted you here mutters something about the CEO being late, and you manage a tight smile in response. CEOs are busy people, right?

What you didn’t expect was for him to walk through the door.

Your breath catches. The figure that steps into the room is all too familiar—lean, tall, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, and carrying the same unshakeable, infuriating air of superiority. His piercing grey eyes meet yours, sharp as ever, and for a second, it feels like you’ve been transported back in time, to Hogwarts halls and snarky remarks exchanged between rival houses.

“Theodore Nott,” you whisper under your breath, your voice laced with disbelief. He arches an eyebrow in response, his signature move—silent, but cutting in its precision.

“Of course, it had to be you,” Theo’s voice, low and smooth, fills the room as he closes the door behind him. He moves toward the desk with deliberate, calculated steps, his expression unreadable, but there's something in the glint of his eyes—a mix of surprise and amusement, perhaps even a hint of challenge. "Sit," he says, gesturing to the chair across from him. It's less of an invitation and more of a command.