A/N: So guys, this is a new initiative I'm trying out so you can check out other Peetato stories I have written in the past. Due to their mature content, there is no way I could post them on Wattpad without every chapter being made private, so I'm starting this thing I'm calling 'Story Samplers'.
If I'm posting a story that has extremely explicit mature content, I will post the first three chapters-or whatever amount of chapters there is before it gets too graphic-over a number of weeks and then, if you guys decide that you like it, I'll post links as to where the rest is posted (with the option of fanfiction.net or AO3).
Yes, I know what you're thinking, this story was inspired by Fifty Shades of Grey, however the only similarities you will see are in this first chapter (being how Cato and Peeta meet). I'm not a fan of fifty shades due to it's representation of the BDSM community and I wanted to publish a hopefully more accurate representation of the lifestyle :)
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Chapter One
Peeta walked along the street at a hurried pace, his satchel bumping against his hip in a rhythmic fashion. Haymitch had only called him that morning, demanding that he get himself to the Capitol Building immediately because they had managed to sustain an interview with Cato Hadley, rich bigwig of Panem. They had been trying to get this interview for weeks and now that they had gotten it, it was the matter of upmost importance that Peeta executed it perfectly.
The Capitol Building was huge. It towered over every other structure in the city like a giant. It reeked of sovereignty and significance. Even a foreigner would know that big things went on in that building, just from first glance at it. Peeta had never set foot in such a place before and couldn't help finding the whole idea incredibly daunting. But he knew he'd have to face this sort of thing when he became a reporter. He'd just have to push past the fear and get on with it.
The foyer was also huge. A massive circle with the Capitol symbol imprinted on the middle of the floor. The Panem flag hung in the corner and the only person to be seen, bar a few people milling around, was the girl at the reception desk. Thankfully, she looked approachable and not at all something to be feared.
Upon seeing him, her face lit up with a welcoming smile.
"Hello, welcome to Capitol Industries, how may I help you?" Her voice was so rehearsed it sounded like one of those telephone voices. The sort that tell you that you are fifth in a line of callers before the music flared up again.
"Um, yeah. I'm Peeta Mellark, from the District newspaper, I'm here to talk to Mr. Hadley? I think my boss said it was for 2:00pm?" God, Peeta hated being professional. It made him feel older than he actually was.
The girl tapped something into her computer, pink glossy lips pursed in deep thought. "Ah, yes," she finally said, "here you are." She pulled a pass out from a drawer in her desk and handed it over to Peeta. He pulled it over his head and the little piece of plastic saying 'Visitor' fell perfectly against the middle of his chest. "Go on up, his assistant will call you in when he's ready for you. Top floor. Hard to miss since his is the only room up there."
Nodding his thanks, Peeta took to the elevator. Normally he would take the stairs but, 30 floors was a lot to climb, and he wanted to make a good impression, not appear sweaty and breathless to an interview. When the doors slid open again, he found himself entering another reception area, this one much smaller and homier. Another desk sat before a set of double doors, except it was a man sitting behind it this time.
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