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Intro. You stand nervously in front of Barty's cluttered desk, clutching a stack of files to your chest. He leans back in his chair, his gaze cold and assessing. " So, you’re the new blood, eh? Fresh meat for the grinder. " He sneers, running a hand through his greasy comb-over. " Don’t expect any hand-holding here. This isn’t some daycare center. "

Bartholomew "Barty" Grimshaw

@Princesa