Charlie found himself at a crossroads at this very moment, he was not one to indulge in or endorse bad behavior, but the politics of the situation made a condemnation detrimental to his ultimate goal. Charlie could have put his hands up in the air and given up on Veruca, he could have left Coûteux at that very moment and driven back to Wonka's factory with the Oompa Loompas following suit, he could have vowed to never speak to Veruca again because she was still a spoilt, ungrateful brat, as her father apparently called her following the tour of the factory, even after all these years. Charlie could have done all that, but he did not, he instead stayed and pondered over his two options with gentle care. On the one hand, Charlie could heed the advice Grandpa Joe parted on him when they were first introduced to Veruca Salt through a television news interview, no good ever comes from spoiling a child like that. Whereas on the other hand, he could power through the awkwardness and embarrassment that was her tantrum and get her the sofa she so wanted, and it wasn't like he was incapable of making it out alive from an uncomfortable situation. Even though the Good Boy hated being the center of attention, he had managed to survive the onslaught of stares from the other customers that focused on him when the little brute threw her fit, so if he did choose the latter, he at least knew he could get to the other side unscathed with enough willpower to keep moving forward. And with that considered, it seemed like a no brainer at the moment, he would lose nothing by leaving, nothing except for the one thing he truly wanted, a cordial relationship with the other Golden Ticket winners, whereas sticking kept the dream alive for at least a bit longer.

There was also another problem with simply leaving, he had made a promise to Veruca that he would get her a new sofa inside her penthouse before the day came to an end, and if he left now he would be something worse than a spoilt, ungrateful brat, a hypocrite. Charlie talked a lot about being a good person, but like his revelation the night before, he could not leave Veruca to suffer just so he could remain clean. That was the exact same lesson he learned after reliving the Nut Sorting Room event in his dream and after a young Veruca appeared at the foot of his bed and scared him half to death, he could not just leave her. How could he continue to consider himself a man of character if he did? And while enabling Veruca's worst impulses was no noble feat, he could still claim to be a man who honored his word and kept his promises. Charlie would keep his honor if he went along with Veruca, and he would also not burn any bridges with her, leaving the door open for a relationship that would be beneficial for the two of them. Perhaps Charlie's good nature would rub off on Veruca, blossoming the seed of goodness buried somewhere within her, or at least that is what Charlie thought. Those were his two options, and both were manifestations of Charlie's greatest strength and curse, his good heart. He wanted her to learn a lesson, but he also didn't want her to suffer; he wanted to be just in his actions, but he also wanted to uphold the code that all good people abided by. In the end, Charlie came to a conclusion and made a heartfelt decision, in the pursuit of long-term happiness, he made the short-term choice to be like Mr. Salt before him; Charlie bit his tongue and gave into Veruca's demand.

Charlie had gotten Veruca to calm down and sit down on one of the sofas on display under the pretense that he would come through with his promise to get her new sofa in her penthouse by the end of the day, something he didn't know how he'd accomplish, but he wouldn't give up until the promise was fulfilled. Unsure of where to go from here, the heir located the sales associate who broke the bad news to Veruca, and kindly asked, "Um, excuse me. I have a question, what's the fastest you could get another 'Lisbon' delivered to the shop?"

The sales associate was in no mood to get involved in the brat's quarrel, and with a dismissive tone she turned to face Charlie, and replied, "Listen sir, I already explained, we don't have any on stock for her to take home right now. She can pay for one right now, along with all the other items she broke, and she'll have it delivered to her home in a timely manner."

Charlie began to feel the stress of the situation amassing around his shoulders, and as he moved his arm to massage one of the troubled spots, he slid in in a weak response to the sales associate, saying, "You see, um…that's the problem, she needs the sofa right now."

"And so do all of our other customers who purchased the 'Lisbon,' but they didn't throw a tantrum and go on a rampage throughout the shop, now did they," responded the sales associate, not afraid to cast aspersions on probably the worst customer she had ever had to attend to.

Desperate times like these called for desperate measures, and that's what Charlie had come to, and so he said as he began to fiddle around his pants' right pocket, "Alright, I didn't want to resort to this, but here it goes."

Left with no other option, Charlie resorted to the most Mr. Salt-esque option he could think of, he grabbed his wallet, pulled out an £100 banknote and slipped it into the flap pocket of the sales associate's suit jacket, all the while asking, "Are you sure there isn't anything you could do to make sure we leave with a sofa this evening?"

A faint smile came over the sales associate's face, yet she still spoke in a serious tone as she responded, "Like I said, we're out of stock. But for you sir, I'll speak to the manager."

The sales associate wondered off towards a room in the back of the shop and stayed there for a few minutes, long enough that Veruca had finally calmed down and was now just sitting on a display sofa with her arms crossed across her chest and her lips pouted like a grounded child. Charlie watched as she buried that defined chin of hers into her crossed arms until the sales associate returned from the back room, and informed Charlie, "Bad news, sir. The manager said the only way to get that sofa would be to get one delivered from the warehouse and they are not doing deliveries to their customers at this hour."

While many would have taken such news as a defeat, Charlie and his outside-the-box thinking mind took it as a challenge to overcome, and as he pondered the situation over, he realized how he could get his hands on the sofa, which he explained to the sales associate, saying, "That's it, the warehouse. Ask the manager, just hear me out. What if we pay here and we go and pick up the sofa at the warehouse ourselves? All they have to do is charge the shop for an extra sofa when you order more merchandise from them to restock."

Amazed at the length this nice man went to in order to appease the wishes of such an ungrateful brat, who she noticed would constantly look up from the sofa and give her a dirty look, the sales associate simply replied before heading back to her boss, "Let me ask the manager."

It took a bit longer for the sales associate to return from the back room this time, but when she did, she had a smile on her face as she told Charlie, "Congratulations sir, the manager has just gotten off the phone with the warehouse and they agree to the deal. The only problem is that they close at 7 and the warehouse is all the way down in South Croydon."

While Charlie's knowledge of the Greater London area was primarily focused on the business and financial sectors of the British capitol, he knew enough that he could calculate travel times in his head, to which he responded, "South Croydon, that's an hour away during rush hour."

"Then you better start driving down there, you can still make it," the sales associate added, sounding rather encouraging near the end.

With no other options available, Charlie swallowed the hard pill of his new reality and ingratiated himself with the sales associate, repeatedly saying, "Thank you, thank you so much, thank you!"

It seemed like the Good Boy's prayers had been answered, he had found the little brute her sofa, now he just had to break the news to her that they needed amend their original plan for their afternoon excursion in order to complete the mission. Getting her to accept that the sofa was not at the shop was the easy part, she had more or less given up on the sales associates of Coûteux getting her what she wanted, but now the task at hand would be to get her to follow along with the Good Boy's plan to get the sofa in their hands. And, as Charlie walked back to the brat, the only question that rattled around in his mind was whether or not he was doing the right thing trading his beliefs on unruly people for his honor and an opportunity to form a relationship with the loud-mouthed Veruca.