Prologue 6: Making Amends.

Seras continued her mission to make amends with the rest of the office, still holding a few candy bars in hand. Next up were Creed and Meredith, two of the more eccentric personalities in the Scranton branch.

Approaching their desks, Seras maintained her calm demeanor, her earlier actions still lingering in the back of her mind. She offered a candy bar to each of them. Meredith, ever the pragmatist, accepted hers with a sly grin.

"Thanks, Seras," Meredith said as she unwrapped the candy and took a bite. "But you know, if you really want to make friends around here, booze is where it's at. This candy stuff? It's for kids."

Seras raised an eyebrow, amused by Meredith's advice. "I'll keep that in mind, Meredith."

Creed, meanwhile, eyed the candy bar with mild interest before leaning in closer to Seras, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You know, if you really want to get on my good side, there's something you could do for me."

Seras tilted her head, intrigued. "Oh? And what's that?"

Creed glanced around the office as if checking for eavesdroppers. Then he leaned even closer. "Blow up Liechtenstein. They've been way too quiet for too long. It's suspicious."

Seras couldn't help but smirk at Creed's outlandish request. She held out both of her hands, each closed into a fist. "Alright, Creed. Pick a hand. One has a candy bar, and the other will blow up Liechtenstein. Choose wisely."

Creed's eyes sparkled with anticipation as he carefully considered his options. After a moment of deliberation, he pointed to her left hand. Seras opened it to reveal a candy bar.

"Looks like you're sticking with candy today," Seras said, handing him the bar.

Creed accepted the candy bar but looked up at her with a mix of disappointment and hope. "Can I try again? This is a matter of national security."

Seras chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Next time, Creed. We'll see what happens."

With that, Seras decided to head to the annex, where Ryan and Kelly were usually found. The annex was quieter and less chaotic than the main office, something Seras found oddly comforting.

As she walked down the hallway, candy bars still in hand, she could hear Kelly's voice before she even reached the door. Kelly was chattering away, as usual, her words spilling out in a rapid-fire stream of gossip and opinions. Ryan's responses were less frequent, usually a noncommittal grunt or a half-hearted "yeah," but it was clear he was only half-listening.

When Seras stepped into the annex, both heads turned in her direction. Kelly's eyes lit up when she saw the candy bars in Seras's hand.

"Oh my God, Seras! Are those for us?" Kelly exclaimed, practically bouncing in her chair. "You're, like, the best new employee ever!"

Seras smiled and handed a candy bar to Kelly, who immediately tore into it with enthusiasm. "Thanks, Seras! You have no idea how much I needed this today. Ryan's been, like, totally ignoring me all morning, and it's just been so frustrating, you know?"

Ryan glanced at Seras and mouthed, "Can you blame me?"

"Thanks," he said, accepting the candy bar she offered him with much less fanfare than Kelly.

Kelly, her mouth full of chocolate, looked up at Seras with wide eyes. "You're seriously the coolest. We need to hang out more. Maybe you can help me convince Ryan to go out this weekend. He's always saying he's busy, but I think he's just being lazy."

Ryan shot Kelly a look that was somewhere between exasperation and a deadpan stare. "I'm not lazy, Kelly. I just have stuff to do."

"Yeah, right," Kelly replied, rolling her eyes before turning her attention back to Seras. "You're coming with us, right? We can have a girls' night! You're in government circles, right? That means you must hear a lot of interesting things."

Seras smirked. "You could say that. I've probably heard more state secrets than the president."

Kelly's excitement paused only momentarily. "I was more like hoping for stuff about Britney Spears or Lindsay Lohan, but if you only hear state secrets, that means I have so much to teach you. Do you even know who Brangelina or TomKat are?"

Seras made the mistake of replying with a no, and what was supposed to be a quick visit turned into a ten-minute lecture on Paris Hilton's party lifestyle and Jennifer Aniston's divorce. Seras had never been more thankful when she was called to the conference room for a conversation with Jan.

"Seras," Jan began, her tone measured and direct, "I wanted to have a conversation with you about your employment here at Dunder Mifflin. I understand that your... unique abilities are something we need to address before we move forward."

Seras nodded, her expression calm despite the earlier tedium. "Of course. I'm here because of Michael's insistence, and I understand there will be certain expectations and rules that I will do my best to respect."

Jan offered a small, approving smile. "I appreciate that. First and foremost, I need to emphasize the importance of keeping your aura contained at all times. What happened earlier today with Stanley—while unintended—was a clear example of how quickly things can escalate. We can't afford any more incidents like that, especially in an office environment where the employees are not accustomed to... well, anything like this."

Seras nodded again, understanding the gravity of Jan's concerns. "I'll make sure to keep it in check," she said with a slight smirk. "And I'm always in control of my aura. Even the tiniest fraction caused the problem this morning, but I won't let that happen again."

"Good," Jan said, her tone softening slightly. "Now, as for your interactions with Michael... I know he can be, let's say, persuasive when it comes to roping people into his schemes. While it's important for you to be part of the team, I need you to exercise caution. Michael's ideas often lead to... unintended consequences, and given your abilities, those consequences could be far more serious."

Seras couldn't help but smirk a little, recalling Michael's over-the-top prank earlier. "I'll do my best to steer clear of his more outlandish plans. I'm mainly here as an observer, to relieve boredom. If I just make the things he dreams up happen, where's the fun in that?"

Jan let out a small sigh of relief, though she wasn't entirely sure how to feel about Seras's candidness. "Thank you, Seras. I know this is an unusual situation, but I'm confident we can make it work. I'll be sending out a memo to all employees on a need-to-know basis about your employment here. It will cover the basics and explain what they need to be aware of, without going into too much detail. You can assume that all employees you interact with here at this branch or above the level of Assistant Regional Manager will be informed."

Seras appreciated the effort Jan was putting into making this arrangement as smooth as possible. "I understand. I'm here to clean up the occasional mess Mike makes and do enough work not to get fired—not to disrupt the office."

Jan stood up, extending her hand across the desk. "With that, I'd like to officially welcome you to Dunder Mifflin. We're glad to have you on board, Seras."

Seras stood as well and accepted the handshake. "Thank you, Jan. I'll do my best to contribute positively to the team."

After Jan left the Scranton branch, the atmosphere in the office gradually returned to its usual rhythm, though the day's earlier events still lingered in the back of everyone's minds. Having completed her meeting with Jan, Seras decided it was time to reach out to Pam—the last member of the office she owed a candy bar.

Seras approached Pam's desk with a friendly smile. "Hey, Pam. Do you have a moment?"

Pam looked up from her work, her warm expression making it clear she was open to the conversation. "Of course, Seras. What's up?"

"I just wanted to check in with you... after everything that happened today. I know it must have been a lot to take in."

Pam smiled reassuringly, shaking her head slightly. "Actually, Seras, I'm okay. I mean, sure, it was a bit of a shock at first, but I'm not uncomfortable being around you."

Seras raised an eyebrow, pleasantly surprised. "Really?"

Pam nodded, her smile growing a bit wider. "Yeah, really. You know, when I was younger, I had a friend who had a superpower. Nothing on your level, of course—he could create and manipulate small amounts of ice. We used to joke about him being a mini-Iceman from the X-Men. He wasn't very strong, but it was still pretty cool to see him make little ice sculptures or freeze a drink on a hot day. Sure, your powers are a little... stronger," she said with a small chuckle, "but honestly, it doesn't really make a difference to me."

Pam continued in a joking tone. "Plus, if you're strong enough to destroy countries, does it really matter if you're next to me or fifty miles away? If you wanted to do something, there's not much distance could do to change it."

Seras laughed out loud at Pam's logic. "That's a good point. I promise I won't be causing any international incidents while I'm here. On a different note, do you want a chocolate bar? They've worked pretty well to buy affection so far." Right before Pam could respond, Dwight interrupted.

"Seras," Dwight began, his voice a mix of his usual authoritative tone and a hint of expectation, "I noticed you were handing out candy bars earlier. Where's mine?"

Seras looked at him with a smirk, leaning back slightly. "Candy bars are only for the people I scared this morning, Dwight."

Dwight's eyes narrowed as he found himself trapped between his desire for the candy and his pride. He crossed his arms, puffing out his chest a little. "I wasn't scared. I'm not afraid of anything, especially not some office prank."

Pam, who had been quietly watching the exchange, smirked, clearly amused by Dwight's internal struggle.

Seras chuckled softly. "If you say so, Dwight." She paused for a moment, letting the tension build before continuing. "But, you know, anyone not scared by me this morning probably deserves a candy bar for their bravery."

With that, she casually reached into her pocket and tossed a candy bar onto Dwight's desk as she passed by, leaving him standing there, caught between feeling vindicated and slightly unsure if he had just been outplayed.

Pam couldn't hold back a grin as she watched Dwight quickly swipe the candy bar off his desk, trying to maintain his usual stoic demeanor. "Thanks," he muttered under his breath before retreating back to his workstation.

Seras gave Pam a playful wink before making her way over to the accounting corner, where Angela was diligently working at her desk. She approached Angela with a warm smile, the tension from earlier in the day having mostly faded.

"Angela," Seras began, her tone sincere, "I just wanted to thank you for helping Michael convince Jan to offer me this job. It really means a lot."

Angela looked up from her work, her expression softening slightly. "You're welcome, Seras. It was the right thing to do. Despite Michael's... methods, it's clear you're more than qualified for the job."

Seras nodded appreciatively, then reached into her pocket and pulled out a candy bar, offering it to Angela. "Here, as a thank you."

Angela took the candy bar, her usually stern expression easing into something resembling a smile. "Thank you, Seras."

As Seras glanced around Angela's desk, her eyes landed on a small framed photo of a cat. "That's a cute cat," she commented, pointing to the picture. "Is that yours?"

Angela's face lit up with enthusiasm, her usual reserved demeanor replaced with genuine affection. "Yes, that's Sprinkles. She's one of my cats. I have several, actually. Sprinkles is very special to me; she loves when I cuddle her at night and is always there to protect me."

Seras listened with a bemused expression as Angela eagerly described each of her cats in detail, from their favorite toys to their unique personalities.

"Sounds like you've got a great bunch," Seras said with a smile once Angela had finished. "Maybe you could show me some more pictures sometime."

Angela seemed genuinely pleased by the suggestion. "I'd like that," she replied, her voice softer than usual.

Angela in confessional later: "Seras seems to be okay. Not many of the idiots in this office like to ask about my cats. Hopefully, she doesn't learn anything from Kevin..." Angela shivers while thinking of this "... Imagine cities being destroyed because they ran out of chili at the buffet."

As the day at Dunder Mifflin came to a close, Seras and Michael returned to his condo, the warm light of the setting sun casting a soft glow through the windows. The atmosphere was relaxed, a stark contrast to the morning's chaotic events. Michael, still buzzing with excitement over Seras's successful first day, was practically bouncing as he tossed his keys onto the kitchen counter.

"Well, Seras," Michael said with a grin, "you survived your first day at Dunder Mifflin! That calls for a celebration. How about we order some pizza? The places around here are pretty good, but nothing compares to Louie and Ernie's in New York. Best pizza I've ever had."

Seras, lounging comfortably on the couch, gave Michael a thoughtful look. Before he could even reach for his phone to place an order, she vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving a faint breeze in her wake. Michael blinked, momentarily confused, until she reappeared just as quickly, holding a warm, fresh pizza box in her hands.

Michael's eyes widened in surprise as he recognized the logo on the box. "No way! Louie and Ernie's? How did you...?"

Seras smirked, handing him the box. "Figured you deserved a treat after everything today."

Michael opened the box, the mouthwatering aroma of his favorite pizza filling the room. "This is amazing! You're amazing! I mean, I knew you were fast, but this... wow."

They settled in on the couch, each taking a slice of pizza as they flipped through the channels, eventually landing on a reality TV show. The ridiculous drama and over-the-top antics of the contestants provided the perfect backdrop to their quiet evening.

Michael, leaning back into the couch, let out a contented sigh. "You know, Seras, I think you're really going to like it here in Scranton. It's got its quirks, but it grows on you. And with you around, things are definitely going to get interesting."

Seras took a bite of her pizza, savoring the familiar taste. "I think you're right, Michael," she said, glancing at him with a small, genuine smile. "I'm going to enjoy being here. No point in blowing everything up just yet."

Michael chuckled, a little nervous but mostly amused by her dark humor. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that. I kinda like Scranton in one piece."

The two continued to eat their pizza, laughing at the absurdity on the screen and sharing stories from their vastly different lives. As the evening wore on, Seras found herself relaxing more and more, the weight of her past life as a government weapon slowly lifting.