Romans & histoires Sponsors Hunger Games

"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

The blonde said, "And we are the masters of the ceremony today," They said in unison. Charlie smiled, "And we welcome you to this year's biggest auction event and just as always we all know the rules of the game." His voice was laced with mystery. "We can't start off this event without acknowledging our sponsors.” He smiled, “Darren Harper, Victor Blackwood, Zach White and our lovely Mrs. Margaret Hart." He called out to them. Emery rolled her eyes, as her step mother's name was mentioned. Margaret must have stolen funds so as to sponsor the event. "It seems you two are bent on crushing my father's empire.” She sneered.

He was holding a crossbow—and a shotgun. I tried to suppress the fear clawing at my insides, but it was useless. My gaze flicked to Silas. He was already watching me. “Silas,” Orin said, his voice disturbingly calm, a twisted grin stretching across his face, “there’s no going back this time. You walk out of here free if you kill the boy." He took another step, the grin widening, enjoying every second of this sick game. "Come on, boy. Kill the beast. Join me. Continue the family legacy—hunt."

Mia jumped in: “Zac! Someone's sabotaging Sarah's competition. The Chancer family refusing to sponsor is one thing, but they're stopping others from sponsoring too! It's terrible - must be Lucy's doing!" Suddenly, Mia looked at her brother, her expression brightening. "Sarah, why look elsewhere for sponsorship when we have someone right here?" Zachary's lips curved into a slight smile, his gaze intensifying as he waited for Sarah to speak. Sarah studied Zachary thoughtfully before finally saying, "Would Mr. Reynolds be willing to sponsor the competition? I'm sure it would enhance the Reynolds Group's reputation." She spoke without much conviction - the Reynolds Group's prominence needed no p

he finally revealed. Wait, what? His revelation stunned me. For three years of my career, I had never offended any modeling high ranks, so who could do that? "Recently, our top sponsor has been from Hunter Enterprise, and they’re threatening to withdraw if we ever sign you as our model," he revealed, as if reading my thoughts. Stunned? Yes, I was. Wasn't Hunter Enterprise the company Adrian had been so restless to sign with? I gulped and then signed the termination contract before walking out of the building.

"Let me tell you, the sponsorship I got is from the best companies. By the way, Lorenzo also agreed to sponsor. You should know Lorenzo well after being with him fir years. It's impossible for him to invest in something that won't make money " This was true. Lorenzo had a good eye for investment opportunities. However, Barbara was hesitant after hearing that Dexter was one of the sponsors. She didn't want to be involved in anything that Dexter touched. Kinsey naturally guessed Barbara's mind, "Don't worry, Lorenzo won't have time to pay attention to such a program" Kinsey was right. Barbara was penniless now. Why shouldn't she take the opportunity? Barbara gritted her teeth and said, "Kinsey

"I need you in my office at eight tomorrow morning. Bring everything we can use against whoever leaked it and the people who spread it." She hung up. Lorenzo's deadline message was still open in her other tab. She minimized it without responding. Her phone buzzed with a new message. It was a foundation email Diane had forwarded to her. Three corporate sponsors have withdrawn their support for the gala. They all blamed the recent headlines and said they didn't want their names attached until the situation was cleared up. With every sponsor she lost, the event became harder to keep together. And the gala was only nineteen days away.

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

“Hawthorne Industries is sponsoring the exhibition this year. We need a local farm to supply competition-grade produce and serve as the visual centerpiece. Your farm was already pre-selected.” Of course it was. “I see,” I said slowly. “This includes funding for operational costs, media exposure, and long-term partnership opportunities with the state agricultural board.” He paused. “It’s a significant opportunity, Ms. Miller.” “I’m sure it is.” “However, Mr. Hawthorne will be in touch to schedule a visit.” The world narrowed to the phone pressed too tight against my ear and the sudden roar of blood in my head. “He’s coming here?” “Yes. Likely within the next few days.”