At this moment, NewHuman Entertainment Ltd., under the Foster Consortium, fearing the world isn't chaotic enough, extends an olive branch to Lawrence Winters, announcing a high-salary position for her in their public relations department.
In the public relations headquarters of Spencer Group, Summer Spencer is alone, raging in her office.
She sweeps everything off the desk onto the floor.
The display screen crashes down first, its screen shattering on the hardwood floor.
Several small potted succulents tumble down, the white ceramic pots making a crisp sound as they shatter into pieces, the potting soil inside scattering like black spray everywhere.
A few semi-transparent folders clang to the ground, nearly hitting her foot.
In a fit of anger, she stomps on them, trampling the folders several times before huffing and slumping back into her chair.
She hasn't sat for long when her phone rings again.
This time, it's still her mom.
