A/N:Sooo, I made one of these when I first joined and didn't realize mine was against the rules, so hopefully I do everything right on this one but if I don't, please tell me nicely instead of reporting me or leaving a nasty review like last time. If you tell me, I will fix what needs to be fixed. But here's the chapter, and the form is on my profile.
Valencia Crow's POV
I walk down the hallway towards President Zelger's office. It is essential that I please him with my plans for the arena. He rarely ever approves of the arena plans and the last 7 gamemakers (a new one each year) all ended up dead under mysterious circumstances.
I reach the shiny oak door and knock three times before hearing a cold voice say, "Enter." I walk in and nod in greeting. "Good morning President. I trust you slept well?" He gives me a cold stare before responding, "Indeed, but let's get right to business. I'm a very busy man." I nod and pull a thick envelope out of my bag and place it on his desk. "This is everything we have for the arena so far." I wait as he surveys the contents of the envelope, his face expressionless. I know to ask if he likes the arena would sound desperate, but I really was getting impatient. After a few more moments, he finally spoke. "This is...interesting. I have never seen anything like it before." I keep my face expressionless and my voice calm as I reply, "Thank you, sir," but inside I am thrilled. "But," he continues, "this is an idea requiring delicate execution, and if the execution shall fail, your employment shall be...terminated." I nod, fear gripping my body. I have to make this a games everyone will remember.
A/N: Well, I hope you enjoyed that little blurb and please submit a tribute from the form on my profile!