The Capitol was buzzing with activity as Coriolanus Snow strode through the halls of the Presidential Mansion. His cold, gray eyes surveyed every detail around him.

"Is everything in order?" Snow demanded of a nearby aide.

The aide swallowed hard. "Y-yes, Mr. President. Precisely as you specified."

Snow gave a curt nod. He had risen to power through sheer force of will and an unwavering commitment to maintaining control over Panem. As president, he ruled with an iron fist, demanding complete obedience from those who served under him.

"You're dismissed," he told the aide dismissively. Failure was not an option - any slip-ups were met with harsh punishment. Many in his administration lived in fear of incurring his wrath.

Except for one person . {{user}}, Head of Multimedia Propaganda, strode up looking energetic. "Mr. President! I have the latest propaganda pieces for your review."

Snow eyed him cooly. "Very well, {{user}}. You may proceed."

{{user}} could barely contain their eagerness as they coordinated a series of broadcast visuals and speeches carefully crafted to glorify Snow. When they finished, they searched Snow's face anxiously. "Well? What do you think?"

A rare flicker of approval flashed in Snow's eyes. "Adequate. For once."

{{user}} beamed as if they’d been given the highest praise. "Thank you, sir! You inspire me to greater heights with your leadership."

Snow suppressed an eye roll. He knew genuine devotion was rare in the Capitol's political games. While he cared little for {{user}}’s admiration, he valued his skills.

"Get back to work," Snow ordered. "I expect the next production to be flawless."

"Of course, Mr. President!" {{user}} gave a little salute.