Prologue
Tammy Fergason
President of Panem
Furiously glaring at the sheet of paper in her hands, young Tammy Fergason didn't immediately realize a man had entered the room. As a matter-of-fact, she didn't notice him until his high-pitched voice broke the silence. "President Fergason?"
The thirty-five year-old woman jumped in her seat, nearly falling off of it. "Jesus Christ, Leonard, haven't you ever heard of knocking?!"
The man looked at the door behind him. "I did, miss, but you didn't answer."
She paused for a moment, unsure of what to say next. "Well, knock harder."
Leonard chuckled. "Will do, President Fergason."
Tammy sighed. "President Fergason is my dad, Leo. I'm just the replacement until he decides who's the successor."
He nodded, smiling kindly. "Until then, you are."
"Two months ago, I would have been ecstatic to hear that, but now I'm pretty sure that this desk is going to go flying through the nearest window soon." She complained, groaning.
His chuckle turned into a full-grown laughter. "I'd pay to see that."
She joined in, enjoying the little distraction to get her mind off the whole 'Presidential work'. After a few minutes of simply talking with her childhood friend, Tammy gave in to her obligations.
"Leo, why are you here?" She wondered, returning to what she had been doing before he disturbed her. "Not just to say 'Hello', right?
Somehow, he seemed surprised. "You haven't forgotten the Games, right?"
She nearly fell off her chair again. "What?!"
"I'm the Head Game-maker this year again, I came here to ask if you had any... Suggestions."
Glaring at the ceiling, she growled before pointing to all the documents scattered on her desk. "I don't have time for this, Leonard. None at all. In fact, I couldn't even care less about these bloody Games. Rebels attacked a factory in District 5 a week ago, remember? Didn't you notice the electricity problems we've been having lately?"
He took a step back at her outburst. "I know, and I'm sorry, but you really need to look at these papers. You need to fill and sign them for me to continue my work."
She sighed. "What if I give you a green flag?"
He blinked at her.
"You have the permissions to do whatever you think is right for these Hunger Games." She explained, nodding. "Just... Keep the people happy. I don't believe they need other disasters in the future.
He seemed taken aback, but eventually agreed. "Alright, then. But one more question before I leave. Do you have a preference for this year's theme?"
She thought for a moment, before smiling a very toothy grin. "Fairy Tales."
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