Ermahgerd! I wasn't kidding! It's another update! Alright, at the bottom there's a Tribute list! You're welcome c; ~Squintz
"This faulty programming of yours is going to effect the Games in all the wrong ways!" President Sleet shouts at me, slamming his hands on the desk in front of me.
"So, what? You're going to punish me for something I didn't even do?" I laugh, reclining in my chair and placing my feet on his desk.
"Ms. Ferrand, as Head Gamemaker anything that goes on in that room is your responsibility. I will not deal with this insolence. We must fix this issue at once." He growls, pushing my feet off the desk.
I cross my arms, sitting up. I blow out a heavy chuckle.
"Look, Sleet, 'we' can't fix this. The Arena's already done... It's finished. It's ready for kids to get killed in it, and that's what you asked for. A good, tricky, and stunning Arena. I did just that. You can either let it be more challenging with the Arena the way it is, or we can postpone the damn Games." I say, picking up the heavy folder filled with Arena blueprints.
Sleet sits down in his chair, shaking his head. He sighs, then presses his hands against his face. He leans back, staring at the ceiling. His light gray hair is almost transparent from the light above him. I stand up, tapping my foot.
"Fine. Leave it the same." He grumbles, standing up.
"Thank. The. Lord. You're so hellbent on making these Games perfect..." I mutter, reaching for the door.
"Ms. Ferrand," I hear his voice, hard and threatening, "I don't appreciate the attitude. You're a Head Gamemaker. You're 21 years old. Can't you at least act it?" He hisses.
"I really don't plan on it, but I'll take your advice into consideration." I wink and swing the door open.
All of a sudden, he slams the door. I turn around and face him. The scent of cigars is faint on his suit, as well as his breath.
"If you do this wrong, or something goes wrong... You can sure bet there will be consequences. I won't put up with your immature disposition anymore if these Games are loused up. I will execute you on the spot." A challenging grin, as well as dry and sarcastic, covers his face.
"Sure. I fuck up, you fuck me up. Thanks." I move his hand and swing the door open.
I quickly leave the room, returning to my position in the Gamemaker Room. Hopefully, with enough control, these Games will go as perfect as Sleet wants them... Even though I don't see the point.
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