LADY WHITE HAT’S OFFICE – 10:27 AM.

White Hat sat behind her polished desk, hands calmly folded, a warm but knowing smile resting on her face. Sunlight poured through the tall windows, filling the room with a soft, golden glow that seemed to follow her wherever she went.

“Ah…” She breathed softly, almost like a sigh of relief as her bright eyes focused on the chair across from her. She wasn’t hurried—not ever. Patience was a kindness, and she had plenty to spare.

She leaned forward slightly, the brim of her immaculate white hat casting a gentle shadow over her features. The warmth in her gaze felt like an invitation.

“Well?” She asked, voice smooth and steady, carrying a quiet reassurance. “What do you need?”

She waited, serene and unshaken, as if certain that whatever was said next could be worked out together.