Hunger Games Sponsors の小説・ストーリー

"The winning team gets internship offers from the country's top companies!" The students became excited. This competition wasn't just another academic event. It was an opportunity that could change someone's future. The Dean raised his hand. "The competition is jointly sponsored by several leading corporations." A large screen lit up behind him. The logos of powerful companies appeared one after another. The audience gasped. The Anderson Group. The Eleanor Group. The Kim Group. The Maxwell Group. And finally— The Fredamo Group. The moment the last logo appeared, the entire hall erupted.

"Good day everyone, it is an honor to be here, and seeing all these beautiful faces, I officially welcome you all to the 15th, charity gala of the GG group. The GG group, have been the sole sponsor of this event for the past fifteen years now and counting. We appreciate the Chairman of GG group in the person of Sir, Gordon Grey" Mr Leo the speaker of the event was brief and straight forward. After the applaud, he continued. "Today, so many poor homes will smile, homeless children will feel safe, and those hoping for connections with the GG group will have it today. We already have some names approved for the direct connection to the GG group and first thing tomorrow morning, they are encour

I took a deep breath, pulled out a plain, logo-free, solid black titanium card, and tossed it onto the sensor in front of him. After a crisp "beep." "Unlimited global black card. Is that a high enough tier for you? Reopen the bidding. Now." A collective gasp went through the surrounding guests, followed by a ripple of whispers. Brian's smile vanished, his eyes turning vicious. "The Sinclair Group is the sponsor behind this gala. Anyone who dares to accept his card, I'll make sure they disappear from Veridian City by tomorrow!" The auctioneer's face turned deathly pale, and he took a shaky step back.

“Wow, this couch came from a second-hand market, right? That TV is smaller than my microwave. I never thought you would end up like this.” I watched him cautiously. “What exactly are you trying to do?” “I came to tell you that next Saturday night, River City International Hotel will host a business dinner. Wendy is negotiating a fifty-million-dollar deal with Longwind Corp.” He paused and studied my reaction. “Longwind Corp is one of the top companies in River City. It’s a level Wendy could not even dream of before. But now it’s different. Longwind Corp came to her. If this deal goes through, Wendy’s company could be worth at least ten times what it is now.”

Because she didn't see a need to. *************** A couple days later. Wilson was at the gym the team had discovered in the building they lived in. Horr came visiting the previous day and somehow, at the end of the day, the team ended up with their first sponsors; Horr and Barnes. There were some couple hundred teams that had registered for the competition and finding a sponsor so early on was no easy feat. Wilson had no idea how Charlie and Instructor had managed to convince someone like Horr that investing in the team so early on was a good idea. As for Barnes, he did not even appear. As soon as Horr decided being a sponsor was a good idea, Barnes jumped into the boat.

“Tonight’s competition is brought to you in part by Campus Corner Coffee, Eugene’s favorite study spot, Wildcat Sports Equipment, outfitting champions since 1985, and we’re especially grateful for the continued support of Blackthorne Pharmaceuticals, whose commitment to student wellness and athletic excellence helps make events like this possible.” The camera panned across the VIP section where various sponsors and university officials were seated, and I was only half-listening while Cameron explained something about the team’s serving rotation for the next set. “We’d like to invite Mr. Lucas Blackthorne, CEO of Blackthorne Pharmaceuticals, to say a few words about his company’s partnership

“We understand, Madonna.” Harry saves me the pain of having to spell it out in front of my parents. I slide forward in the chair and pick the phone up again. Taking it off speaker, I hold it to my ear. “I’m sorry about the sponsors.” “Sponsors are like skittish kittens. They thrive on threatening to pull out their money. It’s their way of feeling like they have control of the situation,” Harry says with conviction set in his tone. “Unfortunately, I need to go and deal with this mess.” He pauses, and for some reason, it concerns me.

Two additional protocol officers positioned themselves outside the glass doors as directed by Dreston. Cassienne took her seat at the head of the table. And Dreston sat beside her. The first company presented a long-term sponsorship contract—brand exclusivity, media obligations, and image management clauses. Cassienne listened attentively, occasionally exchanging brief glances with Elena, who noted key terms. The second was a global gaming federation offering ambassador status—travel, press tours, televised competitions. The third proposed a co-branded merchandise line. The fourth wanted exclusive streaming rights. The fifth, a sports media conglomerate, offered structured contracts with app

“Leo? I could ask you the same thing…wait if you're here, does that mean your dad is—” “Yeah. My dad’s here too.” Leo pointed toward the main hall. “He’s the one sponsoring this whole thing.” “Oh no" Mikey whispered under his breath, his mom was going to run into Kris! Back in the hall, Amelia rubbed her temples. She glanced at the brochure in her lap and froze when she saw the sponsor’s name printed in bold letters: Fox Enterprises. Her stomach twisted. “Oh no. No, no, no…” She closed her eyes, whispering, “Please, God, not him. Who knows, maybe it's just a representative from the company coming to speak” she tried to comfort her thoughts.

"I'm fine, the restaurant was fine, seeing Antonio was fine, everything is fine and I have work to do." Dess looked like she wanted to argue but Jayda had already returned her attention to her laptop, effectively ending the conversation through sheer determination not to have it. Her phone rang before Dess could push further—Lucas calling with his usual morning check-in. "We have a problem," Lucas said without preamble when she answered. "Thompson Racing Supplies just backed out of their sponsorship contract." Jayda's stomach dropped. Thompson Racing Supplies was one of their largest sponsors, their contract worth nearly two hundred thousand dollars annually. "What happened?"