{Midnight Snacks} {Harvey&Fiora} {Clue Event 2}

"How do you think he gets all of this, anyway? This is some Capitol-grade shit."

A shrug of shoulders as he focuses back on the tin of yogurt in his hands. Eyes glancing back at the kitchen which is worth more than his entire apartment. He was absolutely sure of that. Despite everything, the rich life was starting to get interesting for him, less of a wonderland and more of a place he resided in, even if it's just for a short time. The opportunity was here and he wasn't going to lose sight of it. A moment before he gives Fiora's words more thought. He waits to talk. Fiora talks first as he contemplates his own thoughts.

"A steady supply... every quarter. Should be fine,"

The file is shoved back in the fridge as he pushes the bar cart a little more to see if it actually moves. As soon as it does, he gives her a glance. Steady supply of oil. Eyes glance back to the fridge as he contemplates why Malcolm was as rich as he was. He's heard about the guy from a business perspective. Many of the poor kids in the slums of Five talk about the guy. The rich orphans even end up working with the guy once they take over their family's businesses. Some of which even lose them to Malcolm Nox.

"Let's move on, I think we've got enough of a haul."

Harvey nods to her as he speaks.

"Let's go."

Nudging the bar cart, stacked with snacks he grabbed, they move to the next room. A room with large windows and decorated beautifully, he's seen it only a few times. Never actually sitting in it since coming. He's already silently looking as he begins to speak to Fiora, the thoughts on his mind

"I dunno how he gets all of this."

Pause.

"Not much is known about him. At least, outside of the rich business world."

Not behind the cushions.

"All I know is rich types like him always have something they're hiding from others."

Whatever it takes.

"Maybe he's the Hunger Games' very own oil supplier," The way the moon glitters adds an interesting vibe. "You gotta power that, somehow." The Games are severely a big energy cost, he's sure of that, but there's just something a little more off in his mind. A wave of moonlight glistens against the ground as Fiora pulls the manila folder from behind the curtain. Oil as the games main source of power seems reliable, but at the same time, something's pricking at his mind as if there could be more to Malcolm than meets the eye.

The rich always had something to hide from people like him.

"But I'm just speculating," Speculating is all they can do for now. "This one's fine, great, even." Fiora looks to him as she tosses it with a heads up. Fingers grasp the file, catching it in the air as he shrugs. Eyes glance to the contents as he takes in all the numbers and statistics. Everything is fine, great even, just like she had said. A shrug of his shoulders as he sets the folder under a different curtain. Words falling from his lips.

"Looks good."

Harvey pushes out of the doorway, ignoring the haunting feeling that this place puts him in. As he pushes into the doorway of the Game Room, he can see the pool table at the center. Eyes glance to pool balls in their respective pockets. He pulls out the black eight ball, sliding it along the red billiard cloth.

"I just dunno, something feels off about Malcolm." Fingers gently rolling the ball into a different hole before he continues. "Either way, I'm gonna get to the bottom of it."

A smirk on his lips before he ducks under the table looking for the file. Eyes reaching the manila folder that he pulls up with him. Opening up, the problem is easily identifiable. The oil rig isn't getting any oil. Harvey hands the folder over before speaking his mind. "Looks like this is the problem. The reservoir is empty." Eyes glancing past her to the doorway as he continues. "Should just move it to a new reservoir."

Silence.

"I don't trust many of these interns either."

Eyes glancing back to Fiora.

"So far, you're the only one that I do trust."