The top two things Cato Davis has to fight back about is people telling him what to do and people criticizing his work. However, when Clove gave him a string of demands followed by "you're doing it all wrong"s, he forced himself to bite back retorts. At this moment getting on Clove's good side was far more important than getting the last word.

"Davis! How many times do I have to tell you? Upperclassman clients are number one priority over underclass men, unless stated otherwise!"

Sighing, Cato removes the index card from the 'Top Priority' folder and places it in the 'Second Priority' folder. The past half hour working in the Cresta kitchen with Clove has taught him that she is nothing short of a perfectionist. Every single index card has the client, rumor request, and price transcribed in Clove's tidy handwriting. The cards containing high priority rumor requests had color codes star stickers in the corner and some had money clipped to them if the client was smart enough to make a down payment.

Cato would much rather be handling the secrets of the clients than organizing rumor requests, but Clove immediately denied this, saying it was a security precaution that she work with the secrets. He wasn't going to complain though, as he didn't want to give Clove a reason to shatter his ever growing social status at Panem Preparatory. During their few encounters it was clear that he was one of many people who irritated her, meaning he was leaning towards her bad side. Even so, he still managed to become her assistant, something that honestly surprised him, especially in such a short amount of time. He didn't allow himself to be completely pleased, based on her reputation she probably has some sneaky motive for letting him join her business.

"So when do we get to work with the drama and destroying of people's lives?" He speaks up after a few minutes of hard working silence, eager to see and learn exactly how Clove operates her business.

"There is no 'we', Cato."

Ignoring her jab, he smirks. "Ah, using the first name I see. We're making progress, Clove." This earned him a smack on the head. "My God! I was kidding!" He scowls, bringing a hand to the side of his head.

"I wasn't." She sneers.

He admits an exasperated sigh; Clove made it near to impossible to control himself. After receiving a sharp look, he quickly goes back to sorting index cards.

The two of them continue to work intently for nearly ten more minutes until the sound of heels against the hardwood floor attracts their attention.

"Glimmer, get your elephant feet out of my Jimmy Choos!" Clove demands loudly as Cato fails to cover his laughter.

"But Clove!" Glimmer shrieks in protest, stomping her designer clad foot on the floor.

"I'll get you a damn pair for your birthday! Just take them off before you ruin them!" With the offer of designer high heels, Glimmer was quick to kick the heels of. Clove nods her approval, satisfied that her shoes were no longer stuck on the blonde's three-sizes-too-big feet. Lazily unscrewing the cap off the glass bottle filled with honey lemonade, Clove turns towards Cato. "When you get to the 'R's make sure you give me Rue's rumor request, you won't even have to file it."

Before Cato can even nod his understanding of her order, Glimmer pipes up. "Rue Martin?"

"Glim. Is there another Rue at Panem Preparatory?" Clove mutters impatiently.

Cato's eyebrows furrow, as they always do when he enters a state of confusion. "The tiny sophomore who trails behind Peeta's girlfriend?" It didn't make sense to him that the seemingly quiet and sweet girl would have a rumor to spread. "That's the one." Clove says. "She's is a sweetheart, but she's also quite the little sneak. In fact, Rue is one of my best clients, always playing by the rules."

AN: So our little sweetie Rue is a client...

Anyways, sorry about the length of this chapter, it's a bit of a filler chapter. I've been very busy and not very inspired with this plot at the moment. Let me know what you all think, because I might not be continuing this... We'll see though, the excitement I had for this story might come back.

Hugs, my babies!

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