The atmosphere inside the cabin of Charlie's car was as tense as ever, after more than an hour had passed from when both originally thought the brat would have gotten her new sofa by, Charlie found himself far away from home trying to track down the item Veruca so desperately wanted. Even though he had made Veruca a promise that he would get her her new sofa by day's end, something she so eagerly brought up when he showed even the slightest sign of giving up on completing the mission, the Good Boy still heard a tiny voice in the back of his head telling him to forget the deal, drive back to the city and kick the little brute to the curb for acting out the way she did throughout the entire ordeal. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on your view of things, an even louder voice engulfed the previous voice and it reminded him how much his moral character meant to him, of his wish to make up for the torment Veruca endured in the Nut Sorting Room, and his desire to reconnect with the other Golden Ticket winners, especially someone so geographically close to him as Veruca. This voice was able to keep the heir on course and smiling back as the brat scowled at everyone around her for making her wait this long to get what she wanted, even though a tiny chunk of him kept on telling him to stop indulging this ungrateful, entitled brat, strand her somewhere and head back to the factory.

But once he reached the gate to the Davies Brothers Warehouse, Charlie rolled down his window and told the security guard manning the checkpoint that he and the truck behind him were here to pick up a sofa, and after checking his manifest the guard buzzed them both in. The courtyard at the warehouse reminded him a lot of the courtyard at the entrance of Wonka's factory, only bigger, despite this warehouse only serving shops in the greater London area whereas the crown jewel of the candy production world was responsible for concocting confections for nearly every corner of the globe. There were no trucks inside the courtyard as the warehouse was preparing to close for the night, in fact, they only had one loading dock open, the one where Veruca's sofa was waiting to be taken away, which made it easier for both Charlie and the Oompa Loompa driving the red Wonka truck behind him to know where to go to pick it up.

Charlie parked in the space next to the open loading dock, and as the Oompa Loompa backed up to line up with the dock, Charlie got out of his car and called for the men standing around in the warehouse, "Good evening, gentlemen. We're here for a sofa, a 'Lisbon.'"

That was when one of the warehouse workers, a gruffy-looking man in worn-out work clothes, approached the opening of the dock, and replied, "We got it up here, mate. We'll load it up for you like a bomb."

The usage of a slang term for doing something fast put a smile on Charlie's face as he spent his days speaking to an American like Wonka who had trouble understanding such expressions and sophisticated British businesspeople who were too classy to speak in such an informal manor. He also got another smile on his face when the man pointed at the truck backing up to carry the sofa, and asked, "Is this sofa for Willy Wonka himself?"

Realizing the worker was pointing to his mentor's name that painted on all sides of the vehicle, Charlie chuckled as he responded, "No, no, I'm just borrowing one of his vans. It's for someone else."

And before heading off to load the sofa onto the truck, the warehouse worker walked closer to the edge, and asked, "So you know the old chap? I loved his sweets as a kid."

"Oh yes sir, I know him, I'll be sure to let him know you're a fan. Take care now," Charlie responded as he headed back to his car.

From the comfort of his car, both Charlie and Veruca watched as a team of four men loaded the teal sofa onto the back of the Wonka truck. And now that she could see that she was in possession of the sofa she so wanted, it also seemed as if some human kindness seeped inside Charlie's car as Veruca, now looking straight forward at the closed loading dock gate they were parked in front of, began speaking to her fellow Golden Ticket winner on her own accord, "You know, you're one of just three men who have gotten me whatever I've wanted."

Finally, she was beginning to open up to him, albeit still without any eye contact, but Charlie was willing to take what he could get, and responded with a grin on his face, "Well, I'll take that as a compliment."

Despite taking such a positive outlook on Veruca's life experiences that resulted in her becoming so demanding and entitled, the more Charlie thought about what she had said, the more he began to question what exactly he had heard, culminating in him blurting out, "Wait, three men?"

Surprisingly, Veruca did turn around and looked at Charlie's confused face, who was perplexed at the math she had mentioned before, to which the little brute attempted to clarify, saying, "Well, you're not Daddy or someone who's financial and social standing is intertwined with my family."

Such a clarification did not really help Charlie clear up his confusion, he knew that Mr. Salt catered to pretty much every single one of Veruca's wishes but that still left him guessing who the second man was. Perhaps it was a grandfather or an uncle, but he had no way of knowing without asking the brat for more details. Charlie tried to get more information out of Veruca but she retuned her gaze to the warehouse in front of them and stared off with that dead, displeased look on her face. Luckily the warehouse workers finished loading the sofa onto the back of the truck before the vibe in the car got even more awkward than at any other point during the excursion and Charlie did not hesitate to put his car in reverse and leave the warehouse as soon as possible. It took about another hour to get back to City of London, Veruca continued making her stuck-up facial expressions as they passed the small towns on the outskirts of London and especially while they drove passed the economically deprived areas of South London. Things changed once the brat spotted the iconic Tower Bridge, and once they crossed it she knew she was almost home in the far superior Central London north of the river. And, after maneuvering through streets still busy with the last legs of rush hour traffic, Charlie finally made it back to the little brute's home, The Stourton Block.

With the car now parked on the street corner besides the apartment building, Charlie looked across his shoulder and said as he tried to keep a smile on his face, "Well, Veruca, you're home."

And unsurprisingly, instead of thanking the Good Boy for all the trouble he put himself through to get her the sofa, the brat glanced up at her building for a bit before responding, "It's about time."

No longer needing a signal from his fellow Golden Ticket winner, Charlie got out of his car and rushed over to the passenger's side to open the door for Veruca to exit and again she did not even thank him for doing so. Nevertheless, Charlie stood there like a well-trained dog waiting at the door for his master to come home. Regardless of how ridiculous it was for him to act in such a manor, the Good Boy continued playing the role of the obedient servant, he even leaned in and asked Veruca for her opinion on the new matter at hand, asking, "Alright, how do you think we should get the sofa up to your penthouse?"

Such a question was so offensive to Veruca, how could she be expected to do any physical labor? As far as the brat was concerned, she was the closest thing to royalty there was, and she expected everyone else to recognize that and treat her accordingly. She could not be expected to do the work of a common laborer and help move a sofa up to her penthouse. So, of course, she had to make her displeasure publicly known, turning to face Charlie with a disgusted, snarky look on her face, and retorted, "We? No, no, no, you made me a promise that you would get me my sofa in my penthouse by the end of the day. You figure it out."

It had almost become second nature for the Good Boy by now to overlook the brat's rotten personality and disposition and instead chew away on his own perceived flaws. Now, Charlie could not believe he did not factor in moving the sofa into the penthouse all by himself when he made Veruca such a consequential promise. He scanned the façade of the apartment building all the way from the lobby to Veruca's penthouse in awe, the height terrified him, yet he powered through and asked with a hint of fear in his voice, "Does your block have a crane or something? How did you get everything else up in your penthouse the first time?"

"The movers took everything up through the lift. It looks like you'll be doing the same," Veruca replied as she began walking towards the doors of the lobby, leaving Charlie on the street corner to try and figure a way out of this new dilemma he found himself in.