The characters of The Hunger Games Trilogy do not belong to me.

Fated to Love

Part One

Katniss Everdeen was a Post-It girl.

And by being a Post-It girl, it meant that the people in her office stuck menial tasks, requests from their own supervisors, and other "as-needed" duties on her like she was a walking bulletin board.

Yes, she often felt bad for being ignored. Half the people in the office didn't even know her name and often referred to her as "that braid girl with glasses". Her own boss, Seneca, called her Kathy and though she had been in the office for a year, she still didn't feel right about correcting him.

"Katniss." She looked to see her friend and co-worker, Delly Cartwright, sitting at her desk. "Did you hear? Human Resources is having a raffle for a free trip to District 4. If you win, you and a guest get a weekend stay at the Odair Resort and Spa!"

Katniss smiled, her round glasses sliding down slightly at the motion. "Why would I bother entering? I have no one to go with."

"Well, I entered both of us so you'll have to figure that out if you win," Delly responded cheekily.

If Delly won, she would likely find someone to accompany her. With her golden hair, voluptuous figure, and outgoing attitude, her friend would have no problem finding someone to go with.

Katniss was another story.

"KATHY!" She jumped at her boss' bark and turned quickly to see him behind her. "I need you to take the train down to the Capitol and pick up the gift basket that we're sending to the Mellark Corporation."

Seneca handed her a post-it with the address and she saw that it was a store in the large mall located in the center of the Capitol.

"Don't dawdle. You'll have to go to the courier and have them send it out ASAP. Then grab me a latte before my afternoon meeting."

Katniss nodded and her boss quickly disappeared back into his office at the end of the hallway.

"And by the way, my name is Katniss," Delly suddenly called out before looking to her friend. "Seriously, you need to school that man."

Sighing, Katniss stood up and grabbed her purse before heading out to complete her new errand.

Peeta Mellark was in love.

Her name was Madge Undersee. They had been together since high school and were the quintessential perfect couple: young, successful, and good-looking.

At 25, Peeta was now the youngest CEO of the Mellark Corporation, a series of companies that had flourished from his father's popular chain of bakeries. Besides the bakery chain, they now owned a publishing company, and just recently gained shares of a new phone application company located in District 12.

Madge wanted to be a prima ballerina and was quickly climbing the ladder of her company in London to become their primary dancer. She had studied in Paris under Madame Alma Coin, one of the toughest ballet instructors still working in the dance world, prior to joining her current company.

Her real goal was the New York Ballet.

Peeta knew that she would get there. She was perfect—soft blonde hair, lithe figure, and angelic cornflower-blue eyes. Madge could play any part from Juliet to Giselle. Her skills were top notch and he was going to be there when she made prima ballerina.

Hopefully as her husband.

"Sir?" Peeta snapped out of his reverie to see the saleswoman holding out the ring that he had the jewelry store custom-make for his fiancée. "What do you think?"

Taking the ring out of the box, Peeta examined the smooth white-gold band and elegant setting of the princess-cut diamond before nodding briefly.

He looked around to make sure that no one outside of the shop was peering in. A picture of CEO Peeta Mellark purchasing an engagement ring would fetch a good price with the paparazzi. It was the only reason that he picked out this hidden jewelry shop in the Capitol Mall—no one would suspect that he would actually go to a place like this.

"It's perfect," Peeta responded before handing the woman his credit card. "I'll take it."

"Shit," Katniss hissed as she held the heavy basket in front of her. "Twenty pounds of fresh fruit? No one is going to eat this."

She could barely see in front of her as she walked through the crowded mall. Seneca hadn't even bothered to give her money to pay for a taxi so Katniss had to walk the obscenely large basket over to the courier office.

As Katniss continued her inner tirade about her stupid, barbell-mustached boss, she didn't realize that she was walking right into the blond-haired man preoccupied with the open jewelry box in his palm.

The collision seemed to happen in slow motion.

And, somewhere in-between the rain of grapes, tangerines, and bananas—Peeta lost the ring.

Peeta fell to his knees in search of it, hastily looking up at the girl as she arranged her large glasses back on her tiny face. "YOU IDIOT!"

"I'm sorry!" Katniss cried out as she struggled to toss the smashed fruit back into the basket. "What did you lose?"

"My fiancée's engagement ring!" He examined the ground around him, tossing aside the scattered fruit in his way and ignoring the outcries of the shoppers being hit with the flying produce. "Do you know how much that ring cost?"

"Not really," Katniss responded as she began to crawl on the floor to clean up the mess. "I really am sorry—"

"I don't need you to be sorry!" Peeta continued to look around the cheaply-tiled floor of the mall. He could only imagine what someone would do with a near-million dollar ring. "I need you—"

He stopped mid-sentence at the sight of her eyes.

They were the most amazing shade of grey that he had ever seen, a combination of smoke and steel hidden behind enormously unattractive glasses.

"What?" Katniss blurted out as the man in the navy suit gaped at her. Her eyes went to over his shoulder where she spotted a shiny piece under a mall bench. "THERE!"

Jumping to her feet, she ran and dove under the bench to grab the ring which slipped onto her finger easily.

"GOT IT!" Katniss turned to the man and held it out triumphantly.

"What the hell are you doing?" Peeta went to her and wrapped his hand around her wrist. "Don't you know that it's bad luck for someone else besides your fiancée to wear the ring?" Plucking the ring from her finger, he glared at the young woman. "Good luck with the fruit."

Turning around, Peeta rushed down the mall corridor leaving Katniss to pick up the remaining contents of the basket.

Two Weeks Later…

"The response to the raffle has been overwhelming and I'm so happy to announce the winner of the two-day stay at the Odair Resort and Spa," Effie Trinket, Human Resources Assistant, called out to the gathered crowd.

Katniss continued entering the numbers that Seneca wanted for his Finance meeting. She had worked through lunch since he needed her to gather the information from their company portal and the process had been majorly bogged down when her computer crashed.

Her stomach growled and her vision blurred as she looked over at the crowd of people waiting in anticipation for the winner to be called.

She never won these things.

Effie ruffled through the bowl in front of her before pulling out a folded piece of paper.

Unfolding the piece, she cleared her throat before calling out in a clear, loud voice:

"Katniss Everdeen."

Several people looked around at one another in question.

"I don't think there's anyone with that name working here," someone told the woman holding the paper.

"WAIT!" Delly, who had just emerged from the restroom, shouted.

Katniss felt someone grab at her arm to stand her up and she looked to her co-worker in confusion.

"What?"

Delly rolled her eyes. "You won!"

"Won?" Katniss looked over to the crowd who was now staring at her.

Effie emerged from the sea of people to stand in front of her.

"Congratulations." She handed Katniss the manila envelope. "Inside are your plane tickets and your hotel reservation for this weekend. You get Monday off with pay to recover." The woman shook Katniss' limp hand. "Have fun."

"T-Thank you," Katniss told her before turning to Delly, her eyes wide in amazement. "I won…"

Delly placed her hands on Katniss' shoulders, her smile bright in excitement. "You won! Now who are you going to take?"

Damn. She didn't think of that.

District 4-Odair Resort and Spa

Suite 169

"Sir? Where would you like me to put the flowers?"

Peeta turned to the concierge waiting at the doorway to his suite.

"Over by the window." The bronze-haired man gave him a smile before walking to the large window and placing it in the middle. The lilacs—Madge's favorite flower—shone in the sunlight from the windows. "Thank you…"

"Finnick," the man responded with a bright smile. "Finnick Odair."

Peeta grinned at the man. "Your family has you working the field, too?"

"Yes, sir," Finnick told him. "Saving up for my wedding." Peeta nodded at the man in respect. They shared an interesting commonality—both were heirs made to work their way up. "I hear that we'll be celebrating your engagement as well."

"Madge should be arriving this evening," he informed Finnick. "I'd like to have a car sent for her as soon as she's at the airport."

Finnick nodded. "I'll arrange it, sir."

Shaking the man's hand, Peeta slipped a generous tip in the man's palm. "I appreciate it." Peeta felt his pocket vibrate and reached into his pants pocket to see Madge's pretty face on his phone screen. "Speaking of fiancées—"

Finnick quickly exited the room, closing the door behind him to give Peeta his privacy.

Peeta answered quickly, "Hey sweetheart."

"Hey Peeta," Madge's light, sweet voice greeted him.

"Are you at the airport already?" He looked at his watch. "I wasn't expecting you for two more hours."

"No…I'm not there," Madge replied in a shaky voice.

He sat down at the table looking at the lilacs resting in the long vase. "Where are you?"

"New York." Peeta's spine stiffened at her words. "I'm not coming."

District 4-Odair Resort and Spa

Suite 166

"Get a move on, Katniss!" Marvel called out from the sitting room of their suite. "I want to get down to the pool!"

Katniss looked at herself in the bathroom mirror as she removed her sunglasses. Her eyes were bloodshot and her nose was cherry red. She didn't realize that the woozy feeling that she was having at work was from an oncoming cold.

"Go ahead without me!" she shouted. "I'm just going to take a nap and I'll meet you for dinner!"

"Your loss!" There was a slam of the door and Katniss let out a sigh of relief.

She had gone out with Marvel a couple of times before and they always had a good time. It seemed however that spending more than two hours with him was all she could take. After that, his childishness and lack of tact started to grate on her nerves.

After a few minutes, Katniss stepped out of the bathroom and looked around the suite. It was lovely with a large window overlooking the beautiful District 4 beaches below and the sweet scent of sun somehow seeping into her room.

However, her exhaustion dampened her spirits and she laid down in the luxury bed to fall into a peaceful sleep.

"Sir, would you like another?" the bartender asked.

Peeta nodded blearily. "Please."

There was a shuffle and he turned to find Finnick joining him at the resort bar. "How are you doing, sir?"

"Peeta, please," he told Finnick as the bartender handed him another glass of vodka. "She got her wish." Finnick turned to listen so he continued. "Madge was invited to be the lead ballerina for the New York Ballet company—and she accepted. She says that she's not ready to commit. It's been on her mind for a while."

"I'm sorry…Peeta," Finnick told the man. "Sometimes life just doesn't work out the way we plan."

"My life is nothing but a plan," Peeta responded in a slurred voice. "I have the perfect life, I have money and I have…had the perfect girl." He took a large gulp from his glass. "What went wrong?"

"Maybe what you need is the non-perfect," Finnick suggested and Peeta nodded, his head lobbing from one side to the other. Standing up, Finnick looked to the bartender. "Give him what he wants—on me. Then make sure the night concierge walks him up to his room."

The bartender nodded. "Yes, Mr. Odair."

Finnick turned back to Peeta. "I have to head out but you take it easy. And remember: non-perfect."

Peeta gave him a drunken smile. "Non-perfect."

Katniss sat out on the patio overlooking the pool in search of Marvel. She was surprised that he wasn't at the pool but relieved that he had not returned to their suite. There was a couch so she resolved to herself that she'd tell him to sleep on it.

She had no idea why she decided to invite him.

The thought was quickly followed by a sobering realization: Katniss invited Marvel because she had no one else to invite.

Yes, she had her family. Her mother, her Uncle Haymitch, and her younger sister Prim who was expecting a baby with her husband, Cato.

Her beautiful 21-year-old sister was having a baby while Katniss, at 23, has no one and no prospects when it came to love. It probably didn't help that she wasn't exactly a beauty queen. It never really bothered Katniss until recently when she found her friends pairing up while she remained single.

But, maybe it was because her parents had the perfect love story: high school sweethearts from opposite sides of the tracks. They had made it work until her father's death when she was thirteen. Her mother remained faithful to her father's memory despite being one of the most beautiful women in District 12.

Getting up, Katniss felt her throat drying and the cough returning. She recalled seeing a drugstore in the lobby so she slipped on her shoes before heading to the elevator and taking it to the lobby. The medicinal tea that her mother had sent her wasn't as potent as she expected so perhaps some cough syrup would help her enjoy the rest of her weekend.

The lobby of the Odair resort was beautiful with its vaulted ceiling and columns, all sparkling golden. Katniss took a steadying breath before heading into the drugstore. She quickly walked toward the back of the store and grabbed the first cough syrup bottle that she spotted before heading to the checkout stand.

However as she made her way to the front, her nose perked at a familiar scent.

Lilacs.

It wasn't exactly her scent but it always gave Katniss a sense of comfort whenever she came across it. Going to the scented lotion in the beauty section, she touched the tip of her finger to the sample before placing a bit of it behind her ears.

A wave of dizziness hit her and Katniss headed over to the cashier.

She really needed to get some rest.

Midnight

"Alright, sir," the concierge said as he led Peeta down the hallway. "I'm going to need you to give me your room number."

"Mmm…" Peeta mumbled and pulled his head up to the blurred numbers before him. He led the man down the hall, almost slamming into one of the walls and the concierge quickly rushed to his aid. "1…6…9…"

"169 it is," the man said as he made a turn to the correct hallway.

Darius was a new employee at the Odair Resort and was majorly thrilled to know that he was going to be helping Peeta Mellark back to his suite. The man had connections and if Darius was lucky, he could be Peeta's main concierge when Mr. Odair was unavailable.

He was surprised however when he spotted a dark-haired girl asleep against the suite door. Darius heard that Mr. Mellark had just been dumped—perhaps his girlfriend had a change of heart?

"Mr. Mellark?" Darius asked the man who was currently forehead-first against the hallway wall. "Do you know this woman?"

Peeta opened his eyes to see a blurred lump on the floor. Falling to his knees, he crawled to her and buried his nose in her neck. She moaned in response.

"Lilacs…" Peeta took in a breath before smiling up at Darius. "Madge likes lilacs."

The woman must be Mr. Mellark's girlfriend.

After all, what girl would dump the country's richest bachelor?

Taking his master key, Darius opened the door and led Mr. Mellark onto the king-sized bed before going back outside to get his girlfriend. The girl was light so he hoisted her into the suite before setting her next to the drunken man.

They made a striking couple with her dark looks and his fair ones.

However, Darius was surprised by the girl's appearance. He didn't see Mr. Mellark as being into the librarian type though this particular girl was very pretty.

"I'm going to head out now, Mr. Mellark," Darius informed the drunken man. "Lights on or off?"

"Off," came Peeta's mumbled, sleepy reply.

Darius nodded and went to the door, turning the lights off. "Good night sir…and ma'am."

She was lying in a meadow, his hand entwined in hers.

"Katniss…" The handsome man was halfway pressed against her, their chests flush together and their hearts beating erratically. "Please?"

Katniss nodded and her breath hitched feeling his hand move up her leg, his rough palm brushing against her inner thigh and fingers teasing her quickly dampening core against the cloth of her panties. She looked up into those deep blues, remembering how they were blazed with anger last week. Though Katniss had tried to deny it at the time, she had felt an attraction to the rude stranger.

Her panties were suddenly gone and he was on top of her as her own hand moved along his thick, steel length. Thighs falling open, Katniss guided him along her soaked slit and teased his tip before guiding him slowly into her.

It hurt—that first thrust.

However after a moment, the pain was suddenly replaced with unimaginable pleasure. Katniss had never had a dream this intense...soon she found herself moving her own hips upwards to meet his.

It was happening almost too quickly and before Katniss knew it, her body was trembling in a mind-shattering climax. Her eyes opened just in time to see the man on top of her, his mouth slack as his own orgasm took over his body.

Then the exhaustion came over her once more.

There was a hand on her boob.

Katniss opened her eyes to see a hand gently cradling one of her breasts. She could feel someone's chest pressed against her back and her eyes widened in shock. The cough syrup had done a number on her but she remembered falling against the door of her suite thinking that eventually Marvel would come to let her in.

Did she sleep with Marvel?

Was her first time with some guy that she could barely tolerate?

Taking a deep breath, Katniss turned and determined that the best thing to do was to ask him to leave the room.

"AHHH!"

The stranger's eyes shot open and Katniss scrambled back against the headboard, her arms reaching to cover her nude body.

The man moved to the end of the bed, grabbing a nearby pillow to cover his naked lower-half.

"Who are you?" Katniss asked in panic. "What are you doing in my room?"

"This isn't your room! This is my room," the man hoarsely responded. "What the hell are you doing in it?"

Katniss started to feel her throat close. "I'm going to scream…"

The man held his hand up. "Stop! Just leave my room and I won't call the cops."

"This is my room and you violated me!" Her eyes filled with tears feeling the ache between her legs.

It was even worse than she thought.

Her first time was with a complete stranger.

The man stood up, wrapping a thin sheet around his waist. "Calm down."

Katniss could feel the tears rising from her throat. "GET OUT!"

He stepped back at the force of her voice. "I'm going to give you a minute to calm down and then you're going to get dressed and leave."

Still in shock, Katniss nodded.

Peeta turned and walked out of the suite door but not before catching the first bit of a sob escaping her lips. He leaned his head back against the wall, willing away the onset of his hangover headache.

He wasn't even aware of the camera on the opposite end of the hallway going off.

After a few minutes, Katniss opened the door—fully dressed.

Peeta stepped in and pointed to the door. "I think I figured out how you may have mistaken this place for your room. Are you in 166?" She nodded as he stepped into the room. "If you're unaware or drunk, it would be easy to see a 6 instead of a 9."

"I'm sorry," she responded in a small voice. "I was very medicated last night. I got some cough syrup from the drugstore and drank some medicinal tea that my mom gave me."

"I wasn't exactly in my right mind either," Peeta told her as he went to his bag and grabbed a shirt to throw on. "I had a few drinks. About ten…twenty glasses of vodka."

"Didn't anyone tell you that drinking can kill you?" Katniss suddenly asked.

He chuckled despite the slight headache it caused, his eyes going to the suddenly familiar grey eyes. "I remember you from last week. You're the girl from the mall."

"You're the rude man who didn't help me pick up my fruit basket," she responded tersely. "I'm Katniss."

"Peeta." There was a look in her eyes that concerned him. Katniss looked broken. "Do you need anything?"

Katniss stood up, her bloodshot eyes meeting his identical ones. "I need last night back."

Peeta looked her over, his own body filling with weariness that she probably felt. "Me, too."

"I'll bring your bags down to the front desk, sir," the bellhop told Peeta before stepping out of the room with the cart full of luggage.

A weekend wasted—and no call from Madge.

Peeta stepped out into the hallway, reaching into his pocket to check, in hope, that there was a message on his phone from his ex.

"How could you bring some other girl to our room, Marvel?" a familiar voice asked. "And, she's wearing my robe!"

Peeta edged towards the slightly open door to listen on the argument between Katniss and the man.

"Who is that?" a nasally voice asked. "Did you come here with her?"

"She's nobody," the man named Marvel responded in a biting tone. "I had nothing to do this weekend! So I thought—why not go on a free vacation?" There was a cackle, obviously from the nasal-voice girl. "But seriously though, who would want her when there's someone like you in front of them?"

Peeta abruptly marched into the suite.

On the bed was a mussed-hair blond with a sallow tan and vacant blue eyes. Beside him sat a waif-like redhead. Both were clearly naked under their robes. The redhead was in a dark-green silk robe which was obviously not from the hotel but from Katniss' open luggage.

Katniss sat on the ground, her eyes downcast in front of her open suitcase. She was barefoot, her pretty sandals sitting next to her as she attempted to shakily finish packing.

"I want her," Peeta said to the shocked couple.

"Who the hell are you?" the man in the bed asked, his cold eyes on Peeta. However, the girl beside him flipped her hair flirtatiously at the sight of him.

"Peeta Mellark," he responded. "CEO of the Mellark Corporation and someone who has enough money to buy your life several times over." His eyes fleeted over to Katniss' bowed body. "I'm also the man who spent last night with Katniss. I've come to get her."

It was sad—almost to the point of pathetic. This girl seemed to have all the potential in the world. Yet, Katniss seemed to make the worst decisions when it came to friends as well as her overall well-being.

Peeta leaned down, his hand lifting her chin to meet his eyes. "Put on your shoes."

Katniss listened to his instructions and Peeta went to zip up her bag.

After helping Katniss to her feet, he turned to the naked couple.

"I'll be settling Katniss' checkout from this room," he told them. "I suggest that you vacate the room before the resort sticks you with the invoice for an additional night."

Together, Peeta and Katniss walked out, leaving the gobsmacked couple in the bed.

"Why would you date that loser?" Peeta asked as they sat in the resort's café.

"I wasn't," Katniss said as she took a sip from her tea cup. "I just had no one else to come here with like he said." Her eyes went to the liquid in front of her. "I bet you didn't think that you'd be stuck with someone like me this weekend."

"True," he responded bluntly. "But, we're stuck with each other. So what are we going to do about it?"

"I'm going to go home and dive head-first into some Ben and Jerry's—" Katniss informed him. "—while you continue living your billionaire life and forget about the pathetic office girl that you rescued."

"Or, we can get some revenge," Peeta suggested, a wicked glint in his eye.

Katniss looked at him in bewilderment. "What?"

"Your girlfriend is very lovely, Mr. Mellark," the saleswoman said as they stood outside the dressing room of the resort's sole clothing shop. "A diamond in the rough."

"Did she resist your choices?" Peeta asked in an amused voice. It had been Katniss' mode of rebellion—first at the salon, then the Manolo Blahnik boutique, and now at the dress shop that he was waiting in.

"About every one of them," the woman responded with a slight smirk. "Until she found this dress—"

"Peeta?"

His eyes went to the vision in front of him.

Katniss stood in a sleek emerald-green gown along with silver sandals on her tiny feet. Her dark hair fell in elegant waves onto her bare shoulders and her face was simply made-up to only accentuate her pretty features, sans her glasses.

"Do I look like a total tool?" she asked.

Peeta shook his head, a proud grin on his face.

"No…" He lifted her chin. "Just remember that no one can make you feel bad unless you allow them to. Hold your head up, Katniss. You are a strong woman and tonight, my dinner date."

"How did you know that Marvel would be there?"

They sat in front of the resort's crystalline steps. Carefully, Katniss slipped her very expensive heels off to stretch her toes out.

"Simple. I had him tracked," Peeta said as he sat back. "My men told me exactly where he was squiring his girl. However, it's safe to say that he's really regretting letting you go now."

Katniss laughed. "Doesn't matter anyway." She reached into her small purse and pulled out her glasses to put them back on. "Tomorrow, I'm heading back to reality. It really isn't all that bad. Truthfully, I like who I am."

Peeta gave her solemn nod. "You should." He sighed to himself. "I'll be heading back home...single once more."

"Sorry about your girlfriend," she responded sympathetically. "I think that things will work out. You have the money to fly over to New York. You two can make it work."

"I guess," Peeta said. "The thing is…Madge knows that and still dumped me. So I know that this has nothing to do with distance and all to do with us."

Katniss gave him a smile. "At least you helped a nobody get sweet revenge on her supposed beau. The look on his face when Marvel saw me walk in—I can see how spite would work for me."

"Don't become me," Peeta told her. "I'm not all good."

The woman stared at him for a moment. She suddenly reached into her bag and met his eyes.

"I think you are." Katniss held out the small circular object to him. "My grandmother gave this to me. It's a Mockingjay pin. She told me that it would bring me luck."

She flipped the pin over, revealing the bird, wings spread along the pin to him before placing it in his palm.

"You see, I don't believe that there's really luck in it. I do believe that there's hope, all the hopes that my grandmother had for me. Now it has all the hopes I have for you—live a love-filled life, Peeta."

His limo pulled up and Peeta stood up with the pin in his hand. "Thank you."

Katniss smiled at him and his breath caught seeing how it lit up her heart-shaped face.

"You're welcome."

Two Months Later…

"Why is everyone freaking out?" Katniss asked Delly as she sat down at her desk next to her friend.

"The big boss is coming," Delly responded. "How are you feeling?"

"Better. Can't seem to shake off this stomach bug though," she responded before reaching into her desk to grab some more Tums.

"We both seem to be having a sick day," Delly informed her. "Aunt Flo has come to town and she brought my cousins, Bloaty and Bitchy. Do you have any feminine products?"

"Bottom drawer," Katniss replied as she logged back onto her computer.

Delly rummaged through her friend's drawer before jumping from her chair.

"I'll be right back. Have to freshen up before Peeta Mellark arrives!"

Katniss froze at the name, her stomach clenching.

It had been two months since she heard that name…two months since she woke up to said man spooning her naked body.

And, two months since her period.

A cold rush ran through her body at her sudden realization.

Had it really been two months?

She quickly reached into her purse and pulled out her planner to look for her most recent period date mark.

There was none.

Crap. She was having Peeta Mellark's baby.

To be continued…

To my detriment, I have started another story. This was actually a story written for Fandom4LLS. Thank you if you were one of the people who donated to such a great cause!

I ask that you be patient. I'm hoping to have the next chapter out next week but keep in mind that I'm juggling this story, North Star, and This I Promise You. Plus, I work and real-life stuff.

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Next, Part Two: Katniss and Peeta have a fateful office run-in, we meet the Everdeens and Uncle Haymitch, and a photo threatens to expose our favorite CEO.

Until Part Two, JLaLa