A/N: Hi all! Thank you to those who followed/reviewed this story! Just so you know, in my head, Finnick is about 20, Katniss is 18, and Prim is 6. Enjoy this next chapter!
Katniss pulled into the Panem Co. parking lot, still in her Petsmart uniform. Checking her appearance in the mirror, she smoothed her hair into a neat ponytail before seeing Finnick waving at her from the front door of the building. She unbuckled and stepped out of the car.
"Hey, Kit Kat!" Finnick called, smiling at his cousin.
Katniss trotted up to him. "Hi Finnick."
He opened the door for her. "Where's Prim?"
"She's at the Hawthorne's for dinner. Hazelle picked her up with Posy from school today."
"That was nice of her," Finnick mused. Katniss nodded.
They were quiet as they got in the elevator, pressed the button for the tenth floor, and rode up to their destination. Finnick stopped her as they stepped up to Haymitch's office door.
"If it becomes too much for you at any point, we can stop. I'll tell the guy that we just need to finish up tomorrow."
Katniss smiled gratefully and placed a hand on her cousin's shoulder, nodding silently. They knocked on the door.
"Come in!" yelled a man's voice.
Finnick opened the door and they walked inside. Haymitch smiled up at them from his desk.
"Thanks for coming, you two," he said. "I was worried you weren't going to show."
"Anything for grandma Mags," Katniss mumbled.
Haymitch grimaced. "Yes…Mags...I'm so sorry we had to do this so close to the funeral. I usually don't do this sort of thing, but she insisted. And I'm sure you know that it's nearly impossible to turn your grandmother down."
The cousins nodded.
"Anyway," Haymitch coughed, "Have a seat. There's not a lot to go over here, but I'm sure we're all anxious to get through it." He produced a manilla folder from his desk drawer and emptied its contents onto the desk. There was three envelopes, several papers, and a locket that fell onto the mahogany tabletop with a clanking thud.
"There's one of these for both of you," he handed them each an envelope, "as well as one for the little girl. I'll let you read those on your own time. As for the rest of this, I'll just break it down. Basically, your grandparents decided, upon the passing of your parents, to divide their assets up among the three of you. Because Primrose is so young, she won't have access to any of this until she's 18. Your grandmother felt that it was important that she stay with family, so she has given you both joint custody of the girl."
Katniss exhaled in relief.
Haymitch cleared his throat. "The apartment is still in Mag's name, and she'd like Katniss to keep it. As for the money…well…you both know that your grandparents lived very humble lives. However, they both worked from the moment they got out of school until the day they died, and they managed to save up quite a bit. About two million dollars, total."
"Two million!?" Finnick exclaimed. Haymitch nodded.
"Yes, two million. That's broken up into about $600,000 each, with an extra $100,000 set aside each for Katniss and Prim's college education. Mags assumed, Finnick, that given your career and current income, you would either not attend college or be able to afford it without any extra assistance."
Katniss and Finnick nodded, still in shock.
"You two have been given permission to keep, donate, sell, or throw out any physical assets you find in the apartment, including any money. Other than that, everything else is in the letters. And…that's it. Do you have any questions?"
Katniss and Finnick shook their heads. Finnick stood first.
"Thank you, Mr. Abernathy, sir." He held out his hand for the elder man to shake.
"Your grandparents were some of my favorite people," Haymitch sighed. "Their death is a loss to humanity."
A tear unconsciously leaked from Katniss's eye. "Thank you, Haymitch." She shook the man's hand and let Finnick lead her out of the office.
"I'm gonna use the restroom real quick before we leave," Finnick told her as he veered toward a door marked with a stick-figure man on it.
"Okay," Katniss mumbled in his direction. She wandered past the restrooms and absent-mindedly looked in the open doorways of the various offices.
They were mostly plain, very industrial. A desk, some chairs, and a lot of filing cabinets. Nothing exciting.
When she reached the end of the hall, she began to wander back towards the restrooms, admiring the pattern of the carpeted floor. Suddenly, she ran into someone. Papers scattered onto the floor, a few assorted pens clattering down with them.
"I'm so sorry!" a voice commented. "I didn't realize anyone else was even here."
Katniss looked up and saw blue. Brilliant, earth-shattering, storm calming blue.
It was a man. Tall, pale, blonde, muscular. And blue eyes. Really blue eyes.
Katniss shook her head. "No, I'm sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going. I'm sorry. Sorry."
The man smirked kindly. "Not to worry. I should have been paying more attention."
Katniss bent down to pick up the papers, scooting them into a haphazard pile before pulling them up to hand back to the man.
"Thank you," he smiled, not taking his eyes off of her.
Katniss blushed under his gaze. "I'm Katniss. I was just meeting with Haymitch…my grandma died."
"I'm sorry," the man stated sympathetically. "I'm –"
"Katniss!" Finnick called, emerging into the hall, effectively cutting the man off.
"I…I gotta go," Katniss stammered, running towards her cousin. She grabbed Finnick's hand and dragged him into the waiting elevator.
Finnick glanced into the hallway as the doors closed. "Who was that?"
"I don't know." Katniss blushed.
Finnick looked at her quizzically, but let the matter drop. "Okay…are you gonna read your letter now or later?"
"Later," Katniss sighed. "I'll hold onto Prim's though – give it to her later. You know, after she's learned to read."
"Makes sense."
The elevator dinged to a stop and the two cousins walked out of the building.
"I've gotta go pick up Prim," Katniss mumbled.
Finnick nodded. "Call me later. We should get lunch."
Katniss smiled sadly. "Will do. Bye, Fin."
"Bye, Kat."
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