Salem and Athena: The Meeting

OH MY GOD, what's going on? This isn't another day in the arena! That's right. Sorry, but I thought I'd take the night off since to your possible shock, I'm human. Despite only doing a little work in the evenings I still end up not sleeping until like midnight. Not to make you guys feel bad or anything; it's my own fault. However, I didn't wanna leave you all with nothing so I thought I'd do a shorter chapter. Because I actually kind of want to do Day 5 tonight, I'll probably start it. If I finish it quickly, I'll put it up but I'm not guaranteeing. Enjoy the Chapter and May the Odds be Ever in Your Favour!

Athena Lockwood creeps in, managing to keep a certain grace as she does so. The president doesn't even notice; his phones have been ringing for hours.

"I don't care if it's not in your job description John; fax the order of t-shirts to district 8 or your fired!" he slams the phone down angrily but then calms himself almost immediately upon seeing Athena "Ah, Miss Lockwood, great job with that arena; I haven't seen one like that since I was a kid. A lot of people are big fans of those psychics you put in there!"

"Oracles; they're called oracles" Athena corrects him, her smile somewhat forced "And we used a new drug Hades developed; I must say it's quite impressive. It plays on the tribute personalities combined with some pre made predictions of course; they don't realise because it's all in their sub conscience but in reality, that's where they get they're "predictions" from; not some special ability I can assure you."

"Hmm, I'll have to pay Hades double; it's nowhere near your own sum of course but he should be quite happy."

"I shall inform him as soon as possible; thank you Mr President."

She nods at him and goes to leave just as Oria, the president's fiancée storms in.

"Salem! What's this I'm hearing about you postponing the wedding due to some other bitch named Athena" Oria suddenly notices Athena and narrows her eyes "Oh so this must be her? Listen here lady; I'm Salem's girl, not you. Is that clear?"

"Crystal" Athena shrugs.

"Good, now get out; my husband and I have some talking to do."

"No I don't think we do" Salem growls at her from his desk "Oria, please leave."

Oria does a double take.

"Excuse me" she squeaks "What did you just say?"

"I'm trying to have a meeting with the head gamemaker so you need to go" Salem snarls at her.

"Head gamemaker? That is what you call a head gamemaker? Don't make me la-"

"Oria, leave; now."

Oria blushes, glares at Athena, mutters "You'll be so sorry" and storms back out.

"I'm so sorry; she's lovely once you get to know her" Salem sighs.

"It sounds like you need to get rid of these worries; I could help you" Athena walks closer to his desk.

"Oh no, I don't want her dead. Christ no. I just want to forget; just for a second."

"Then let me help you forget."

Athena takes Salem by the hand and leads him into the backroom; a couple of hours later, she sneaks out, and throws a bottle in the trash can.

Even writing like this; I still don't feel sorry for Salem. You know why; because he's a dick. Day 5 should be up tomorrow, if not never mind.