Hi, I'm Bex and this is actually my second HG fic but I just had to do this after being inspired by so many other fictions both in this universe and other stories. So enjoy! This is told in Peeta's POV.

Katniss Everdeen. The billionaire heiress. Peeta Mellark. The poor painter, struggling to make ends meet. When he meets the estranged heiress to his boss, Oliver Everdeen, he finds himself trying to captivate her every being.

I ran as fast as my legs could take me, taking the time to genuinely apologise to those who I had bumped into. When I reached the skyscraper which contained the start of a new beginning, I slowed down, gently pushing the glass door open.

I was already fifteen minutes late, I couldn't afford to go up to the front desk and request my station. I already knew the floor's name, the number, however, was a mystery.

I scanned the list of floors and smiled when I found mine. Everdeen Incorp. Floor 6. Running, I managed to catch a lift just as the doors were closing and avoided the disapproving looks as I clicked on my button.

When I arrived, I walked up to the floor's reception desk and smiled at the blonde receptionist.

"Hello, I'm Peeta-"

"Mellark?" She grinned. "The boss' new personal assistant, lucky."

I chuckled nervously. "What happened to the last one?"

"Nothing bad. Unless you count thirteen hours in labour bad. She got a girl in the end."

"Aw, congratulations to her."

The blonde chuckled. "Say that to her face and she'll probably rip your head off. She's not into all that celebratory or congratulatory stuff. Her name was Johanna Mason-"

"Oh! I know her husband! He's some car salesman, isn't he?"

"That's her ex-husband, Cato Darhk. Her new guy's the toothpaste actor, Marvel March."

I chuckled genuinely. "Seems like she gets around. Sorry, I didn't get your name...?"

"Delly, Delly Cartwright." The blonde replied, shaking my hand. "It seems that you're now twenty minutes late. Once the boss bites your ear off, I'll have a cup of coffee placed on your desk by then."

I winced. "Is he bad?"

Delly smirked. "You'll soon find out." She said, getting up from behind the desk. "I'll show you to your desk where you can put your belongings and then I'll take you to see Mr Everdeen."

It was all too quick and I found myself knocking on a tinted glass door.

"Enter,"

I gulped and walked in, just as a beautiful brunette stood up, her lips now frowning.

"Uh..., Mr Everdeen, I am Peeta Mellark, you're new-"

"Assistant, I know. Just give me a minute, please."

I took the time to take in his features. He had raven hair, bits of stubble resting on his chin and when he looked at the girl, I could see that his eyes were grey.

"Do you still need something, darling?" He asked her.

I turned to face the female in the room. Her eyes were also grey like the storm. Her lips were pink and luscious. Kissable, even. I dared to believe if this was his wife or... mistress.

"No. I'll just get in the decorators myself." She snapped.

I had no idea why she was so abrupt. So rude. But my personal thoughts meant nothing to this business mogul and his companion.

"Then you can go. I'll be home later tonight, darling. I love you."

"Dinner will be ready, I guess. Love you too." With that, she took her handbag and left. Not before, giving me an appreciating glance.

Mr Everdeen sighed before smiling at me. "Sorry about that. Women can be so... demanding."

"It's fine. I apologise-"

"For being late? Happens all the time. Look, your main purpose is to organise my meetings, make my coffees and lunch as well as organise transport to and fro my meetings. Easy, enough, Peeta?"

I nodded. "Understood, sir."

"And please, when we're alone, drop the formalities. 'Sir' and 'Mr Everdeen' really get on my nerves, personally."

I smiled, my nervousness dissipating. Delly was just teasing. Mr Ev-I mean Oliver, was just a big soft teddy bear.

"Look, I would love to stay and get to know you better since we're going to be working very close with each other but I have an off-site meeting to attend to."

"I will go and arrange your-"

"I've already done it. When I come back, I expect a coffee to be prepared, please. And probably a glass of Scotch. The man I'm meeting with in Lord Snow. Some wealthy businessman who wants his security upgraded."

I winced. "Good luck, Oliver."

"Thanks, Kid. I'll see you later."

And I was probably the last one to hold a proper conversation with Oliver Everdeen. He died on his way to the meeting. A terrible car crash caused by burglars on the run from robbing a bank. He was an innocent killed in an evil man's game.

Things were quiet at work after that. Delly's bubbly personality had somewhat faded as time grew on. Our fellow co-worker, Finnick Odair had now restrained himself from making sexual jokes and hitting on the women on our floor.

There were many questions which filtered the air. Who was his successor? And why hadn't they take on the reins of Everdeen Incorp yet?