Everything always went your way.

But there was one exception – that damned sergeant in the Guardian Corps whom everyone had their eyes on, and suddenly your feats in tracking down dangerous L'Cie were going unnoticed.

So she took down a couple petty thugs in less than a second, so she saved a sector of the city from being overrun by wild creatures?

You're saving the world from a true threat, you've been working your ass off for years to keep balances maintained.

And here, some scrub shows up and takes your spotlight?

You mutter to yourself as you glance through her files, attempting to cool off before your next Intel meeting when you stumble on some interesting information.

You smile slightly, and you feel like you've read that name before, so you reach for your file filled with suspected L'Cie and you scan until – yes, yes you did see that name before, and your smile grows into an all knowing grin and suddenly you're satisfied once again as you set the files down on your desk and reach for the nearest phone to announce a "State of Emergency".

Once the call is made, your secretary walks in to remind you about your meeting, and you wave her off halfheartedly, standing from your desk you feel the sudden urge to hum, "Happy Birthday".