In her jeweled hands, Ms. Brant holds Peter's latest gift to her: a big brown envelope addressed to her...at the Daily Bugle. She can't wait to open it, of course.
She's tempted to smell it, to see if he's figured out she likes scented envelopes... But she decides against it, because, after all, Peter's young, and shouldn't be expected to understand older women as she knows she longs to be...
Someone interrupts her. In a hurry, she stuffs Peter's envelope in a drawer, and slams it.
It's Kamala. Peter's happy to see that she survived the attack on her family's mosque. Ms. Brant probably would be too...if she knew who she was. But for the sake of men, it'd probably be best if they didn't know who each other was for just a while longer...
With luck, they'll never see the same men. And yet, how often does luck really maintain perfect balance between men and women?
Kamala thanks Ms. Brant for making the community aware of the physical hardships her people have just suffered. With luck, neighborhood watches all over New York are constantly on the manhunt for those horrible superpowered Turkish patriots who would dare attack Kurdish immigrants on Union soil.
Ms. Brant admits that she's heard rumors that one of them didn't get away. Alas, most of the Bugle's reporters have lost track of his 20.
"I'm sure he'll turn up," Kamala says optimistically. "He was the speedster. Speedsters NEVER maintain their cover. They're just too nervous."
"Ooh, really?" Ms. Brant loosens her top, at the thought of how sexy male speedsters are...even if Speed Demon is a villain. "I've...never noticed."
At the size of a mite, Peter perches atop the top button of Ms. Brant's blouse. He's compelled to swing to her collar when her humongous fingers loosen his former perch. Her nails are painted black. To Peter, they're the size of tennis courts.
Kamala apologizes for bothering Ms. Brant, and thanks her once again. They shake hands, and Kamala leaves.
At long last; alone in Ms. Brant's presence. Her buttons are huge when Peter's this small. And they're not her only assets that are...
She reads a letter from J. Jonah Jameson. It seems he's upset with the way Ms. Brant's been running the Bugle in his absence. If Peter knew Jameson, that wouldn't surprise him. In fact, no one who works here would be surprised...
Ms. Brant scoffs, wads up the letter, and tosses it. If Jameson wants the Bugle back, he's going to have to go through her...as well as many employees here who don't miss him.
She gets another letter. It's from her ex-husband, Nathaniel Leeds. She reads it. She scoffs, and unites his letter with Jameson's, in her office's wastebasket.
At long last, Peter gets to spend some HIGH-quality time with his will-be boss. He can hardly wait...