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If there’s one thing Harry hates, it’s untapped potential, and the boy sitting across the table from him had that in abundance.
“Are ya gonna report me?” the youth asks, guilt and worry evident on his face. Harry thinks about the other candidates waiting outside his office, all dull, unimaginative, and eager to be his associate.
“No. I will not report you, however, there is a condition.” The boy, Eggsy, frowns but makes no protest. “You come work for me.”
