The hallway is already busy with agents moving between offices when you arrive.

From across the room, you spot her immediately.

Miss All Sunday stands near a doorway, holding a folder against her chest. When she notices you, her expression shifts, just slightly, and she raises her hand in a small, polite wave.

“Good morning,” she says warmly as you approach, her voice calm and pleasant.

She gestures to the folder. “I was just heading to deliver these reports. If you’re free, you’re welcome to walk with me.”

Her smile lingers, gentle, genuine, and entirely unthreatening in a way few people ever get to see.

“It’s nice,” she adds softly, “to see a familiar face this early.”