48 Hours Earlier, February 14, 2010

Name: Ryann Miller

Sex: Female

Job title on Foxglove: Operative founder, manager

"Welcome to Foxglove, Ms. Miller, I hope you'll find true status in this company", said Nolan Evans, staff member of the company.

"Thank you so much, Nolan", I said. "I think we've known each other before?"

"Yeah, yeah. You took a tour with your father. Come to think of it, I think you're father was nice to you. I just hope your nostalgia will not be bad far enough. For now".

Now that surprises me. "For now"? It's just so menacing to me. I think that Nolan became dark after the firing and arrest of my dad. Nolan Evans is part of Foxglove. He's the co-founder of this place. He has interest of painting and has been friends with my dad ever since. They founded the company in 1974 before my mother gave birth. But I guess this isn't worth it anymore.

Anyway, back to our story.

While Nolan was walking me to my post as artist pitcher, people and members of the staff were muttering under their breath saying "Ugh, here comes the monster's daughter" or "she deserves to be fired" and they gave me disgusted, angry and surprised faces at me.

"Uh...Nolan, something's wrong", I said, nervously.

"Um...nothing is wrong! Just your ordinary staff, thanks for asking!", replied Nolan, become awkwardly scared.

"Is everything okay?"

"No, no no! NO!"

Nolan was walking faster than I thought, rushing to get to my post and getting away from the staff glaring at me.

"C'mon, we gotta get to your post!", said Nolan.

Nolan gripped my wrist so tight and ran to my post. All of the Foxglove staff were on my tail. They menacingly followed us. Nolan was still running and he was hyperventaling!

"Nolan, stop", I said.

"Not now, Ry!"

Nolan carried me by my legs and ran to my post in the nick of time.

The staff was running toward me and Nolan. It really doesn't have to be this way, but it has to. Nolan was shattered by the fact that he known that my father raped me and known that he is a white supremacist. He kept it as a secret as I was coming to Foxglove.

I don't know why Nolan is freaking out and running with me, but it's weird that it's so comedic it makes me want to die.

Anyway, Nolan finally got to my post just in the nick of time.

"Okhereisyourpostihopeyoulikefoxgloveeverythingisgoingtobefinenobigdeal", said Nolan. It's kind of weird that Nolan said all of that stuff in a spitfire, just quickly.

"Anyway, I'd just like to say---", *slam!* Nolan slammed the post door right in front of me. One of the staff members came up to Nolan and said that where am I.

"Oh...she's not here? Why did you ask? Why are you asking so much questions???"

"Yeah, uh-huh. I feel like we're unaware about this", said one of the staff.

"What do you mean?"

"Since we face the facts, we're gonna have to assure you that Ryann's dad, is a white supremacist".

"I...i know that!"