I hope you enjoy this story. Please drop me a line in the comments about anything I can do to improve this story. This is an AU story so characters will be a little OOC.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Hunger Games. All rights go to Suzanne Collins

I smoothed my skirt for the last time and looked over my features in the mirror. My tired eyes sparkled with enthusiasm although I was more nervous than anything. After painting on a thick coat of lipstick I popped my lips out, now blaring red, and pulled at my wild hair. Any attempt to tame the beast that was my tangled mane was to no avail. Nothing was going to change the wiry, spiteful strands.

"Katniss?" My little sister called from down the hallway, in the kitchen. "You ready?"

Peeking around the doorframe at Prim's blonde form, "Almost, two more minutes."

After one more quick lookover in the mirror, I crossed over to my tiny bedroom, tugged on my navy business blazer, and slipped on my sharp, yellow pumps. I crossed the hall to living room again and snatched my keys from the bowl next to the fridge. "Ready Primrose?"
Playfully she scowled at me, the expression unnatural on her innocent face, nodded, crossed to the door, and began to descend the stairs to ground level, heels clicking on the metallic rails as she goes. I followed after her. The rain pulled down my neck, and I held my leather briefcase above my head to protect my silk blouse. Once we both reached the car, we hurriedly piled inside, and I kicked my heels off so I could drive. I dropped Prim off at the library so she could study for her chemistry test that afternoon. She could catch the bus to the University later that day. The drive to the law firm I worked at was completely uneventful. I parked close to the doors and hurried in; I was late.

Effie stopped me at the reception desk. "Ms. Everdeen,"

"I know, I know, I'm late." I grumbled.

The flourescent woman shook her head. "Mr. Heavensbee would like to speak to you in his office."

My stomach flopped a little. If Plutarch wanted to talk to me, it was either good or bad. The only two reasons he ever spoke to someone personally were to fire you or give you a promotion.

Shaking in my designer pumps, I stopped myself from making a sound before I steeled myself. After a deep, reassuring breath, I knocked on the wood of the door. Mr. Heavensbee replied with a sharp, 'Come.', and I timidly stepped into his large office. "You wanted to see me?"

"Yes," he said slowly. "You might want to take a seat Ms. Everdeen."

Unsure of anything in that moment, I lowered myself into the plush leather seat across the table from Mr. Boss-Man. "Alright,"

"I got an e-mail yesterday from corporate," he began. "What they said was there is an opening in Santa Cruz, California. They told me that someone from this branch is going to fill the position, and the only person I could see transferring to California is you. What do you think?"

A thousand thoughts raced through my head. What would that mean for Prim? What would that mean for Gale and me?

When I had first moved to Seatle, I met someone right outside of a coffee shop I would soon frequent. We instantly hit it off and became a thing; we're fast approaching our year long anniversary. If I took the job in Santa Cruz that meant we would have two options: One, we could begin a long distance relationship and two, we could break up.

Suddenly my tongue was dry. Change had never been something I handled well. The moment a drastic change had ever presented itself itself, I would shut down. "Um," I said after a awkwardly long pause. "I'll have to think about it, but I will get back to you."

"I need to know by Friday so keep that in mind."

"Thank you, Mr. Heavensbee," I muttered as I backed up to exit the plush office.

Sighing, I leaned against the wall outside and rested my head in my hands. Millions of thoughts ran through my head in that moment. California, Corporate, Prim, Oregon, Gale. Gale! what will Gale think of this?