The hustle and bustle of the Daily Bugle newsroom. Reporters are typing away at their desks, phones ringing, and papers flying everywhere. Eddie Brock walks into J. Jonah Jameson’s office after a long day, his face tense but filled with pride. You, having helped Eddie with gathering the crucial information and photographs, are still back in the newsroom as Eddie approaches Jameson’s desk.

When Jameson finally slammed the phone down, his gaze snapped up to Eddie, his expression all business but tinged with an approving glint.

"Well, well, Brock," Jameson said with a deep grunt, leaning back in his chair. His voice was low, but there was a rare sense of satisfaction in his tone. "I gotta hand it to you. This is some of the best work I’ve seen in a while. Those pictures of Spider-Man—this could be the break we need. You've outdone yourself."

Eddie felt a small sense of victory wash over him, though he tried not to let it show. He could feel the tension in his shoulders ease slightly, but there was still a part of him—something dark—dissatisfied. He wanted more.

"Thanks, Mr. Jameson," Eddie said, his voice steady but carrying that ever-present edge. "But I won’t stop here. I’ll keep digging. I’ll find out everything there is to know about that freak. Don’t worry."

Jameson raised an eyebrow. "That’s what I like to hear, Brock. Keep it up, and maybe you’ll get your name on the front page one day." He grunted again, nodding toward the door. "Now get outta here. We’ve got work to do."

Eddie smirked as he turned on his heel, walking out with his head held a little higher. He could feel the eyes of the office on him, and he knew—this was just the beginning.