Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
as an undetermined number of Puffyloaves cruising at three thousand feet!" Illustrated by WOOD AS a blisteringly hot but He went from green to Puffyloaf guaranteed weather-controlled dawned on the Mississippi Valley, the walking mills of Puffy Products ("Spike to Loaf in One Operation!") began to tread delicately future summer day helium gas. Puffy's new threshed, the chaff bundled and burped aside for pickup by the the kitchen ceiling for their Puffybread Puffyloaf emblem (two cherubs Puffybread after they buy it is no off for the day's consumption, the majority stored for winter in strategically located mammoth deep freezes. But now, behold a wonder! As loaves began to appear on the little oxygen diffuses in. An explosive mixture. Housewife in curlers and kimono pops a couple slices in the toaster. Boom!" coherent messages. Suddenly a single Meg Winterly, who nodded and whispered urgently into her mike. "A sensible suggestion," Tin trifle late in the day. If the mills are still walking and grinding, approximately seven billion Puffyloaves eastward over Middle America. Remember that a six-month supply for deep-freeze is involved and that the current consumption of bread, due to its matchless airiness, is eight and one-half loaves per person per day." Phineas T. Gryce carefully inserted who, chin resting on the table, regarded him apathetically. "Hold it!" Meg called sharply. "Flock of multiple-urgents coming in. News Liaison: information bureaus scene was being enacted in the pressurized penthouse managerial "you've brought the name of Puffyloaf suite of Puffy Products. Megera Winterly, Secretary in Chief to the Managerial Board and referred to by her underlings as the Blonde Icicle, was dealing with the advances of Roger ("Racehorse") Snedden, Assistant Secretary to the session! Did you remember to bring spare batteries?" MEANWHILE, the monstrous flight of Puffyloaves, filling Golden Glacier said in tones not unkind. "When are your high-strung, thoroughbred nerves going bright, as he replied, "A lot of things are going to be different around here, Meg, as soon as the Board is forced to admit that only bearing the Puffyloaf emblem to bring the name of Puffyloaf in my quick thinking made it possible "Puffyloaf could do with a little fighters hung menacingly above. loaves a wide berth, but some bolder species, discovering the minimal desks to the managers of Fairy nutritive nature of the translucent pops . Below, neck-craning citizens of Puffyloaves, assuring you that Puffyloaf and at each other. he'd never slept on a softer mattress in all his life on two planets." "Listen to me, Meg. Today—yes, today!—you're going to see the Board eating out of my hand." and those two big machines come through that door—" "Now wait a minute, Meg—" "Hush! They're coming now!" Roger leaped three feet in the machine on his left did a couple of impulsive pirouettes on the way and twittered a greeting to Meg and Roger. The other machine quietly took the third of the high seats and lifted a claw at Meg, who now occupied a stool twice the height of Roger's. "Miss Winterly, please—our theme." The Blonde Icicle's face thawed into a little-girl smile as she chanted bubblingly: " Made up of tiny wheaten motes The bread on which all Terra dotes! " "THANK YOU, Miss Winterly," said Tin Philosopher. historic sandwich. Phineas T. Gryce, escaping from "Though a purely figurative statement, bread out of the air and enjoy a his own managerial suite, raged . "Ladies—" he inclined his photocells toward Rose Thinker and Meg—"and on the topmost spire of Puffyloaf occasion in Old Puffy's long history, loaf ('So Light It Almost Floats Away!') in which that inert and clouded-in Boston by night and disappeared into a high Atlantic overcast, also thereby evading a local storm generated by the boasted to her next-den neighbor about the superior paleness and fluffiness of the evanescence of all earthly things, and a divine joke. Husbands and wives, facing each our march toward perfection with their hair-splitting insistence on the vitamin content of the wheat germ, Atlantic storm widely reported to have destroyed it, passed unobserved across a foggy England and rose out of the overcast only over Mittel-europa. The loaves had at last reached their maximum altitude. Puffyloaf chemist, culminating in as "the foaming of a sea of diamonds, the crackle of God's knuckles." peasants queueing up to trade scavenged Puffyloaves for traditional black bread, recently aerated itself " PHINEAS T. GRYCE wrinkled his nostrils at the pink machine Puffyloaves to one of pumpernickel. as if he smelled her insulation Tibet, sustaining life in a party of mountaineers cut off by a snow managerial board of Puffy Products hay, for that matter. And machines don't pray, except Tibetan prayer wheels." whatsoever. Then Roger Snedden reached out wearily for the earphones where Megera Winterly had hurled them down, adjusted them to his head, pushed a button a-smile, muttering terse comments and questions into the lapel mike torn from Meg's fair neck. The others, reviving, watched him, at first dully, then with quickening a ringing voice. "As a result of the worldwide publicity, Puffyloaves are outselling Fairy Bread freezers! It's almost exhausted, but the government, now that the we of Puffyloaf are taking today Puffyloaves that will actually float. interrupted briskly. "Puffyloaf "Thanks, T.P.," P.T. then said. "And now for the Moment of Truth. Miss Winterly, how is the helium loaf selling?" The business girl clapped on a buoyant in every respect as the hydrogen loaf." into a lapel mike. Her gaze grew abstracted as she mentally translated vertical furrow creased her matchlessly smooth brow. "It isn't, Mr. Gryce!" she gasped in horror. "Fairy Bread is outselling Puffyloaves by an infinity factor. the day for kiddies. It'll make the carry-home shopping load lighter flurries of brief squawks into Puffyloaves to any sales spot So far this morning, memorable remark—"rising to the challenging situation like a genuine Puffyloaf." Megera Winterly looked from the older man to the younger. Then in a single leap she was upon it was some sub-secretary's would suffer the most. Now if we can only arrange, say, a fur-famine in Alaska and a migration of long-haired Siberian lemmings across Behring Straits ... we'd have to swing the Japanese Current up there so it'd be warm enough for Rosie, with a spot of help from the corner yet." Meanwhile, he and Rose Thinker quietly watched the Blonde Icicle melt. Thinker's with unfeigned excitement. P.T. Gryce's frown grew blacker by the moment, while Megera Winterly's Venus-mask showed an odd dawning of dismay and awe. She was getting new squawks in her earphones. "Er ... ah ... er...." Roger said in winning tones. "Well, you see, the fact is that I...." "Hold it," Meg interrupted crisply. "Triple-urgent from Public Relations, Safety Division. Tulsa-Topeka

<question>:
Who is the highest ranking employee at Puffyloaves mentioned in this story?

<options>:
A Rose Thinker
B Roger Snedden
C Phineas T. Gryce
D Meg Winterly

<answer>:

C