The morning begins with coffee. Literally. Only the smell of a fresh cup brewing brings me out of my bed and downstairs into the kitchen. I wouldn't say I was rich, but I am well off enough to have an enormous kitchen. I walk over to a panel on the left wall of my kitchen and order breakfast. Usually I'd get an egg and sausage English muffin because I have to be out the door in time for work, but I have the day off today, so I order something extravagant. A nice large bowl of lamb stew coated in an orange sauce and generously sprinkled with dried plums. Delicious.

After about five minutes, I have my food, and am wandering into my even larger living room.

"Channel 1003," I say aloud. Upon my orders, the wall in front of me splits vertically in two. Revealing a T.V. screen that takes up an entire wall itself.

"Could you repeat your channel request Miss Aquila?" a robotic voice booms from the ceiling.

"Channel 1003, you stupid robot!" I shout. I paid for the best technology, and it still makes the simplest errors. With a click, the T.V. turns on, and then flips to channel 1003, Panem's nation wide news. I can see my best friend, Silvia, now. She's wearing a bright pink pants suit, embroidered with gold flowers, and giving a report in front of the training center about today's events. Her hair's been dyed again, and I now a florescent blue. She's going to be calling soon to gloat about how she looked today. On queue, I ear a ringing sound throughout the house.

"Call waiting. Silvia Rollan. Accept or decline?" the same robotic voice from earlier asks.

"What do you think? Accept!" I bark.

"Hey, Aquila! Did you see me and my new outfit?" she chirps.

"Yes I did! You looked so great!" I say

"And the hair?"

"What, do you think I'm blind? Of course I saw it!"

"Well, you did just have that surgery. How was that?"

"Great! I could see within the hour, and my eyes look 1000% better! The diamonds really bring out the purple streaks in my eyes."

"Where were they placed? Where were they placed!"

"Five along the outside of each pupil. I was originally going with the green diamonds, but went with the blood red ones instead. Oh I can't wait till you see!"

"Well, come on down o the training center now! I'm still here. Come on, we'll go partying, and celebrate!"

"Okay, okay! I'll be down in a minute, but we'll have to hurry. I don't want to miss a minute of the reaping!"

"Me neither!" she says, hanging up. I put the half eaten bowl of stew aside to throw away, and go back upstairs to change. I peruse my clothing options on the computer panel outside my closet, and order my new midnight blue ruffled blouse, and some black slacks with white splatters of paint sewn right into them.

I put the order in, and open the closet doors, to find the outfit waiting. I pull on the cloths quickly, and throw on some bright make-up. Some blue eye sadow to match the shirt, and white lip stick for the pants. I then pull on my lucky set of bangles and head out.

Despite today being Reaping day, people are crowding out into the streets buying all the newest brands. I see another friend, Gimina, waving at me from a stall down the street, but walk the other way. Gemina is such an air head, and is always trying to but into my plans, so I just ignore her.

I make my way down he street, waving to people I know, and accepting compliments about my eyes. Something glossy catches my eyes, though. A diamond encrusted dragonfly barrette . Now I'm not one for insects. I can't stand them at all, but the iridescent diamonds creating the hefty bug make it irresistible. So I do what a normal girl would do. I bought it. It went with my outfit, anyway, so I can wear it right now. I walk out of the stall, slipping the piece into my hair, and walk towards a large building towards the center of town where I'll meet Silvia.

"Hey," I shout as I walk towards Silvia.

"You're here," she shouts, running up to me to give me a hug. "Oh my gosh, you got a new air clip! When? Where? Tell me!"

"It was over on crafter's street. I was walking over here when I saw it, and I just had to purchase it! Isn't it beautiful?" I ask, pleased she noticed right away.

"I have to get one!" she screamed. I hate someone having the same thing as I do.

"It was the last one," I lie through my teeth. She groans and looks like she's about to cry.

"Maybe you'll find a frog or something," I say soothingly.

"I hate frogs," she mutters as we leave. Her mood quickly shifts as we walk down Aurora street. She loves all the clothes here because they are within her price range, yet still beautiful. If you ask me, it's a bit garish.

We spend about an hour walking around the enormous city together before I receive a call. Taking out my ear piece, I press the button that allows the call to go through, and answer.

"Hello?" I ask inquisitively.

"Yes, is this Aquila Posh, head game maker?" a voice asks

"This is she. Who's calling?" I ask

"Faunus Bows, the geologist for the arena."

"Oh, yes!" I say in recognition, stepping out of the crowd and into a back ally. Silvia follows, but I shoo her with my hands. "What are you calling for, Faunus?"

"The president wants to see you. He has some questions about the arena," he says thinly.

"Okay, I'll be there soon," I tell him, hanging up. Silvia sees that I'm finished, and comes back over to me.

"Ready," she asks animatedly.

"No, I have to leave. Work is calling," I sigh. She mumbles something, but I ignore it. "Bye."

"Bye," she says sullenly. I walk away from her, towards the train station, and wonder what the president could possibly want at this time. I've already settled all the issues with the arena, and have the traps set in place. What else is there. The train ride over to the president's mansion is short, and gives me little time to think, and I'm standing out in front of the President's mansion in no time.

I dig my card out of my bag, and flash it at a scanner. Usually, I'd have to use an iris scanner, but my recent surgery has altered my iris code, and I have to be re-screened. I walk up the path to the front doors, and see three men waiting for me.

"Miss Posh, please come with us. We will be escorting you to President Cooper's office," the largest one says. Even in my eight inch heels, I'm still shorter than him by a head. The three lead me around to the back of the house and in through an old fire exit. There, they take me into an elevator heading for the third floor. One of the men, the shortest, gets a call, and rushes off as soon as the door opens.

"Sorry, there was a break in earlier, and we suspect some of our staff to be involved," one of the remaining says. He then grabs a hold of my shoulder and pushes me down the hall, away from where the one man ran. Unexpectedly, the man pulls me through a plain wooden door where I find the president sitting behind a large mahogany desk.

"Hello, Miss Posh. Have you enjoyed your day so far?" he says in a clear voice. President Cooper is a tough man, a little on the short side, but none the less. I would soon rather mess with a bear and her cubs than him, but he's not all that bad if you're on his good side.

"My day has been well," I explain in a diminutive voice.

"Miss Posh please sit down," he says. "Are you aware of the recent breach in security?" he asks, not waiting for the answer. "Of course you don't, but there are some on your staff that do."

"My staff?" I sputter. "Sir, I know nothing of this."

"Yes, we know that Miss Posh, but we don't know who. That's what I've called you here for. We need help discovering who exactly is behind this, because the information that was stolen today is very sensitive."

"Information was stolen?" I say, astonished. "why would they do that?"

"To hurt the people of this fine city. Now will you be helping, Miss posh?" he asks.

"Yes sir," I answer.

"Good, now I would like to invite you, along with a few others, to watch the reaping here."

"I would love to," I say with a shaky smile. The same men escort me to another room where I will wait for the reaping to begin. I see some of my staff already waiting, and know he wants me start looking now. I make my way over to Vesta, the muttations expert on my team, and sit down.

"Hello, Vesta," I say calmly. He takes a moment before answering.

"Yes, Aquila?"

"I see you were invited to watch the reaping as well."

"Yes, the whole staff was invited," he talks as if he's forcing himself to. Vesta has always been shy.

"Well, okay," I get up and walk away. The rest of the hour is passed with short conversations as I try to talk to everyone working for me. None of them seem any different. A team of guards walk in after some time, and President Gable is right behind them. A T.V. screen is lowered, and the reaping begins. The first three districts are boring. The same story in which some Career volunteers in the first two and no one volunteers in the third district, but it's very uncommon for no one to volunteer in the fourth district. People generally shout at the top of their lungs to volunteer, but there is silence as a tiny girl walks up to the stage. She is sun burnt, and sickly looking, with long bleach blonde hair. The boy looks to be the same, almost as if they were siblings, but they have different last names. Their faces show determination at least. The next few districts are uneventful, but district stands out to me. The Girl, Airilee Hawthorne, seems a little shaken, but also as if she had been anticipating this. Her partner, Assaf Jaines, seems to be covering up a mind in chaos with a thin smile as he walks to the stage. They shake hands, and the camera turns to two announcers. Talking about how great the reaping went, and how strange it was that district four had no volunteers this year.

The lights are flipped back on, and the president is making his way to the front of the room to make a quick speech about upcoming events. He gives no word about the break in, but repeatedly looks to me. As soon as he's finished, We're all escorted off the premises. I'm about to take the train back to my house when Vesta walks up to me.

"Aquila, I was hoping we could go out and get that coffee sometime," he says shyly.

"Employees aren't aloud to date, but we can go just to talk about the Games," I tell him sadly. Vesta is pretty handsome looking with his strong build, square face, and dark brown hair. He's the perfect height, to boot.

"Oh, well, I guess," he continues, looking down as his cheeks turn a bright red.

"How about we watch the chariot rides together tonight?" I ask/

"Sounds perfect," he says, looking up. I walk away with a goodbye, and hurry back to my house to get ready. Vesta will be impressed when he sees me tonight.

I ready myself, taking up every single minute, and put on my best dress. A skin tight violate dress that goes to my knees. It has only one strap, and looks gorgeous on me. I pull out my silver stilettos, and a diamond necklace, applying some make up all the while. Then, I take my new barrette out and push that into my hair as I do it up.

A door bell sounds at my door.

"Vesta Zlone," the house speaks. I ignore the house, and walk downstairs to open the door myself.

"I didn't know you were picking me up," I said with delight.

"I figured I'd be a gentlemen, and pick you up. I brought my car," he says. I have many luxuries, but I never bothered with a car. They seemed over rated, and no one has them, but I won't pass up the offer when given by Vesta. He opens the door for me, and goes to his as well, and pulls off onto a designated driving rode. We drive all the way to the city circle, and park near a few other cars. Vesta parks in a way that takes up to spots, and hops out again to open my door.

"You are so nice, Vesta," I gush. We make our way towards V.I.P. boxes, and sit down near the window. It's another fifteen minutes before the chariots holding the tributes actually arrive, but the crowd goes wild none the less. Cheering random names at whim. I catch the eye of the district 12 girl but she looks away quickly. I'm not sure, but she looked almost as sick as the tributes from district four. Not too long after, I look back to see her hunched over in pain, as her district partner tries to help her back up. She bits her lip though, and continues on again. She's a tough one. Her attitude reminds me of a girl a few years ago, but I can't remember who.

The tribute chariots stop in front of the president's mansion, as he begins his speech. It's a rather slow beginning, but his mood lightens as he speaks, as if he was genuinely excited about watching them die. Of course he is, but he likes to show a more compassionate side to the Capital's citizens. He begins to wrap up his speech, and the chariots move out of view soon after. We stay and discuss plans, though, once everyone leaves.

"I'm excited about the muttations," Vesta says.

"I know. This year, the tributes are in for a shock!" I echo his excitement. He drives me back home, where we part with a simple good-bye, and I head upstairs where I kick off my heels and fall into bed. I watch The replay of the chariot rides, and smile. There's no doubt that they won't be surprised this year.