/\/\/\/\Being The Best/\/\/\/\ {OPEN} |||

Ziva's heels clacked happily along until she suddenly stopped, spun around, and ran as fast as she could in her tall heels towards the elevator. She hated showing unpreparedness, but she had forgotten some files at her desk! Ziva, how could you jeopardize your position like this! she reprimanded herself. She had a checklist, usually she didn't forget things like a stupid file! An important file, but still. She shuddered to think of what everyone else would think of her untidiness. Honestly, she was a secretary. And one of the best, too.

Trying to maintain her dignity, Ziva stepped into the still-crowded elevator with her head held high. She didn't make eye-contact with anyone. Instead she stared straight ahead at the doors. They soon opened and Ziva stepped out, back onto the top floor where her office, the President's own office, and a few other workers for the President.

At few of them were still working. Ziva recognized a few people she had become acquainted with, and waved. They smiled back at their perky friend. Ziva made her way to her rather unfortunately cramped office and looked for the file. She loathed risking getting her freshly done nails scratched from papers.

After about ten minutes minutes of searching, she still couldn't find it. Ziva had looked everywhere it could be, and even some places it shouldn't be, and there was no sign of it. She huffed angrily. She hated when things didn't go her way! It was so embarrassing.

Sucking up her pride and reminding herself how important the file was, she walked over to Nio Haze. He was some sort of genius for the Capitol. She supposed he was handsome, but his eyes were a little strange. Even in the Capitol, not many people had red eyes. And he himself was odd. To Ziva, he was always just...there. Hanging around. Not really talking to anyone. He was mysterious, and Ziva definitely did not trust him. But she had to tolerate him. And he could be helpful and nice.

With a winning smile on her face, Ziva politely asked, "Excuse me, Nio, but have you, by any chance, seen an important file labeled 'CONFIDENTIAL-The Fifty-Fifth Annual Hunger Games'? It seems to have disappeared. Someone was supposed to bring it to my desk, but it appears that they haven't..."

Ziva listened attentively to Nio's idea, and mentally slapped herself for not realizing the very obvious location of the file. "Have you checked the meeting room? Maybe you left it there. That was where you last were, right?" Ziva quickly smiled in thanks and ran off as fast as she could in her heels. Again.

"You were very helpful, thank you for taking the time," she was sure to utter before going in the direction of the meeting room. When she reached it, she found that it was empty, which she would be eternally grateful for. All of the CEO's and Gamemakers had packed up their things and left for home, saving her the embarrassment of admitting to someone higher up than herself that she had actually forgotten something. Especially a confidential file like this. She would be fired for sure!

At that thought, Ziva froze. She had never actually thought about how tenuous her position as secretary was. One slip-up (thank god the President didn't know about this one), and she was gone. She would be back on the streets, looking for a job. Of course, she could always try being a special events planner (she had so much fun planning the Gala), but it wouldn't be the same. She felt so powerful, even being a lowly secretary for the President. It was better than a lot of other jobs.

Ziva knew what this meant. Her lips curled into a sly smile as she started walking perkily again. She would have to gain the President's trust. Then, she would crush him.

It was a wonder there hadn't been a female President before. Perhaps Panem was waiting for the right person.

She found the file, no problem (thanks to Nio), and quickly checked her clothes to make sure she was still as presentable as ever. Check, she thought happily. Her dark purple outfit was a gorgeous as the day she bought it. And as flattering, too.

Ziva still had that elusive smile on her face as she came back out of the meeting room, and headed back in the direction of Nio. She saw him still at his desk. Her smile became a little more friendly as she spotted him. "Nio!" she called, not so loudly that she would alert the other workers. "I found the file. Thanks to you. In payment, I would like to offer my services to you anytime that you might need it. Let's just say I...owe you a favor." Ziva winked and walked off.

ooc: Would you like to have Nio walk out with her maybe? Dunno...something to keep the plot rollin'...