{Four years later}

Montana

A man turned to his group of workers, his eyes blazing with anger. "Where is she?!"

The workers shrank back nervously, exchanging glances. None of them knew what to say.

"Are you all deaf?!" he roared.

"Mr. Miller... she usually comes around 9 a.m., sir," one of them managed to reply awkwardly.

"What?!" Miller bellowed. "Workers are supposed to be here by 8 a.m.! Who does she think she is?! Just because she won Best Designer Award in a year doesn't mean she can act however she wants!"

"Sir, we can ask Miss Rhea from the tech department to contact her," the worker suggested awkwardly.

"Then...