Amanda tried to give off the impression that she knew what she was doing, but it didn't work at all. She was lost and confused, unsure of where to meet Spider-Man and how to make it official that he was coming. She didn't want to go see Mr. Jameson. He scared her. And this place was so cluttered and hectic she didn't know where she was.

That's when she saw Betty Brant. She was at a desk, in front of Jameson's office. Amanda walked up to her, clutching a big pocketbook.

"Ms. Brant?"

"Amanda! How are you?" Betty Brant smiled.

"Fine, fine."

"You're mom?"

"Fine as well." Amanda replied.

"What can I do for you, sweetie?"

"Well…this might sound weird…but I'm kind of meeting someone here for an interview."

"Ooh really? Finally getting your 'big break'?"

"Sorta." Amanda replied.

"Well…who's coming."

"Uh…Spider-Man."

Betty Brant froze.

"Are you sure?"

"He said so. At noon."

"Mr. Jameson will want to talk to you."

"Uh…o-okay."

Amanda followed her into Mr. Jameson's messy office. He was smoking a cigar with his feet up on his desk.

"Ms. Brant! Ever heard of knocking?"

"Mr. Jameson, this young girl has something to tell you." She pushed Amanda forward.

"No. I do not want to buy girl-scout cookies."

"No…Spider-Man and I have an interview planned out. He said he'd be here at noon."

"What? Yeah right!"

"No…he did say it, sir. He said to come here." Amanda said, not afraid to show the intimidation in her voice.

"What time is it now?"

"Eleven fifty five."

"If he doesn't show up, you are being kicked off the premises."

Thank you, sir." Amanda said.

Amanda waited outside Amanda's office, clutching her bag. Inside was a tape recorder, pen and notepad, plus all her girly stuff she always carried around.

Please come here, Peter! Don't make me look like an idiot!

Sure enough, Spider-Man crashed through a window inside Jameson's office. It was open, of course. Everyone heard it, and Amanda did a little victory dance.

"Wells! Get in here now!" Jameson screeched.

Amanda rushed through the door.

"Spidey! You showed!"

"Yeah, I did." He said blankly.

"Spider-Man…do you know her? And thanks for trashing my office!"

"Kinda. Met her last night. Heard she wanted to be a reporter." He said. "And, you're welcome."

"Okay…get me a photographer here now! Spider-Man, Ms. Wells, go to the back room, please. That's where we can do the interview." Jameson said.

"Why are you so nice, J.J.? A story more important than your dignity?" Spider-Man laughed as they entered the bright room a few feet away.

"Wait here!" Jameson howled as he had someone bring in a few chairs.

Spider-Man and Amanda sat across from each other. The tape recorder was out and ready.

Jameson came in with a young photographer.

"I'll be supervising the interview. Just pretend like I'm not here."

"Yeah…that'll be hard with all the cigar smoke." Spider-Man said, faking a cough. As they all sat down, Spider-Man motioned at the photographer.

"Where's that Parker kid?"

"I couldn't reach him." Jameson said through gritted teeth.

"What do you pay him, anyway?" Spider-Man asked.

Before Jameson could answer, he laughed and said, "I bet it's not enough."

"Okay, Spider-Man," Amanda said, crossing her legs. "May we begin?"

"Whenever you're ready."

"Okay…let's go…"

And she pressed a button on her tape recorder.