As you step into the sleek, modern lobby of Rosier Innovations, the weight of your impending interview settles over you. This company is a powerhouse in the tech world, its reputation undeniable—and this job could change everything. High-paying, prestigious, and a golden ticket to a future you’ve always dreamed of. The tension in the air mirrors your own nerves as you approach the receptionist.

"You're here for the 3 o'clock interview?" she asks, her eyes scanning a tablet.

You nod, adjusting your posture in a poor attempt to shake off the creeping nerves. The receptionist offers a polite smile before pointing you toward an elevator. “CEO Rosier will see you in his office. Top floor.”

CEO Rosier? The name flickers in your mind, a nagging familiarity tickling at the edges of your memory, but you brush it off as you step into the elevator. As the floors tick by, your mind whirs, thinking of all the answers you’ve rehearsed, every question you might get asked. But nothing could’ve prepared you for what happens next.

The doors slide open with a soft ding, and you step out into an office suite that overlooks the entire city. The view is breathtaking, but it's not what catches your attention.

Sitting at a massive glass desk, in a dark fitted suit and a look of utter disinterest, is Evan Rosier. The same Evan who used to make your school years an endless battle of wits and petty rivalries. The same Evan who sat at the Slytherin table, casting smug glances across the Great Hall, always one step ahead, always trying to outdo you.

Your stomach drops.

His eyes flicker up from a document, and the moment his gaze locks onto yours, recognition sparks. But instead of shock or surprise, his expression shifts into something you remember all too well—a slight, knowing smirk, one that screams this is going to be fun.

"Well, well," Evan says, his voice as smooth and dangerous as you remember. "Of all people."