Tatania Paris threw another stack of files off her mahogany desk and onto the floor. The man sitting in front of her didn't even flinch.

"No. None of them!" She snaps at him.

The man's dark hair hides his hideously red eyes. What was meant to look cool, just looked like he got an astonishingly small amount of sleep. The man blinks slowly at the angry, blonde-headed president.

She sits back into her red chair with a huff. "None of these are right. I have specified," she emphasized this word, "what I wanted and these stupid, gloating men are definitely not what I wanted."

"President Tatiana," The red-eyed man shifts to the edge of his seat. "We are doing our best."

The glare that Tatiana gave the man could have made any ordinary man faint in terror. Her slanted, emerald green eyes bore into his red ones fearlessly. "Obviously not, Mr. Law." She sneers and starts twirling a pen in between her fingers.

Cronus Law, the Head Gamemaker, stands up sharply, his temper flaring. "What would you suggest we do, Miss Tatiana?"

Taiana regards him with less interest than a fly. "If you're in charge of my games, Mr. Law, you should be able to figure it out." She snaps.

Cronus meets Tatiana's eye with an intense glare. "All right m'lady," he bows mockingly. "We shall try harder."

Tatiana wisely does not respond as he stomps from the room. "What an arrogant and conceited man." She says towards the door where Cronus disappeared. She stands up and walks through the messy office to the balcony that overlooks the beauties of Panem. She may have been one of the most beautiful and strong-willed people in Panem, but she was certainly not neat.

Tatiana moves an overflowing box of papers with her foot and steps through the crimson curtains to the balcony. As she overlooks Panem, she can see the same view that her grandmother once saw.

"I did it, Grandmother." She whispered into the warm spring breeze. Tatiana was the descendant of Lavinia Paris, the president during the first rebellion. She was born to Lavinia as an only child after her other children were taken. For as long as she could remember, she knew that she would be the president of Panem and that she would avenge who would have been her siblings if they had not been killed.

She pulled the light green shawl closer around her pale shoulders. She knew that what once worked, wouldn't work anymore. It was time to bring back what made the Hunger Games forever revenge against the districts. The games had become mediocre, actionless, and uninteresting. It was time to revamp the games.

A loud ring sounded from her office. Tatiana turned around sharply on her heel and marched into her office. She sat at her desk and saw that she had a new file sent from Cronus Law's tablet. Tatiana opened it with an eye roll.

As her eyes flitted down the screen, a smile spread across her pretty face. Her perfectly white teeth bit her bottom lip in anticipation. This was the man.

She turned from her desk and reached for her tablet. She quickly sent a message to Mr. Law.

"You've saved yourself this time Law."