Damage control is something I'm good at. Haymitch has shown up wasted at more events than I can count, but this is the last straw.
Since the virus broke out two weeks ago most people have been panicking, but not the high and mighty stalk holders of Panem Co., which ironically doesn't sell food. We make a large variety of products, but we're most known for guns.
The meeting was for advertising and how we could use the zombie angle to make a fortune. Haymitch showed up drunk, as expected, and the rest of us ignored him as usual. But then he had to go and open his mouth.
"You people," he paused, "you people are idiots. I mean seriously? There are freaking zombies! Eating people! And what are you worried about? Advertising! You know what? I hope you go home tonight to find your kids infected, then see if your tiny, idiotic...stupid brains can process what's going on!" He stormed out of the room.
Anger is an understatement for what I'm feeling right now. "Excuse me," the shocked faces of the stalk holders turn to me before I hurry after Haymitch.
"How dare you!" he freezes about to go in his office. "How dare you say that to them! If it wasn't for the people in that room this company would have failed years ago!"
"Really think I care sweetheart?" he turns to me. "Well, the thing is, I don't. My life wouldn't really have been affected. Besides, we're all probably going to be eaten anyway."
"You're already inhuman," I whisper before stalking away.
I take a deep breath and force a smile onto my face before going back to the meeting, "I'm sorry about that, he isn't feeling wel-" I scream at the sight before me.
A/N: I'm sorry it's so short and so…not good. But I really don't have time for much else, still trying to get my computer fixed. The next chapter is better, promise.
A huge thanks to:
egel-0507
and
keepcalmandwritehayffie (on tumblr, I saw their post about this fic…also, most Hayffie fics are Hayffie)
So please review! Any thoughts on what's going to happen to Effie? Like the AU world? I'm all ears…or, well, eyes….