In nearly every other scenario, people who were having dinner with Charlie would have jumped over backwards to hear a story of the heir to the Wonka empire and the amazing chocolatier getting into a high stakes pissing match with the President of the United States. But just listening to the heir ramble on about foreign heads of state was enough to lull Veruca to sleep. She would have thought his trips to the United States would have involved parties in the Florida Keys or the Hollywood Hills. Then again, what would a good boy like Charlie be doing in such dens of debauchery, she thought. The fact that her mind immediately went to partying instead of tense business meetings when she thought about America was just more proof to support the theory that The Bad Nut and The Lucky Boy did not have anything in common and thus had no business spending time together. Yet, there they were, waiting to be served their food. Time kept passing and passing, but their meals were no where in sight and Veruca was growing hungrier by the minute, but even worse, more and more irritable as well. All of these factors combined should have easily led to Veruca grabbing her belongings and storming out of the restaurant, but not before thanking Charlie for wasting her time and letting him know that she never wanted to see him again, but that did not happen. For some reason, the little brute made an exception for the Good Boy and not just because he was her ride. Something inside Veruca was anchoring her to her chair and keeping her in the heir's presence; and even though she would never admit it, deep down she enjoyed having his company.

Nevertheless, she still presented herself as being irritated by Charlie's incessant chatter, and because she desired for him to get to the point of this tale that she viewed as in no way affecting her, the little brute straight up told him, "Charlie, you're boring me. Tell me that's the end."

While he could have stopped there, Charlie did not like the sensation that overcame him whenever a story got cut off before he could hear the ending. He remembered when he was a kid and his mom would tell him to go to bed because it was passed his bedtime, yet Grandpa Joe had not even reached the mid-way point of one of his fabulous tales. He would then spend the entire night tossing and turning because he could not suppress the urge within him that needed to find out how the story ended in order to get closure for the night. Now, as an adult, the same condition reigned within him, even when he was the one telling others a story. Albeit, he rarely had anyone else to tell a story to besides his parents, Grandma Josephine, or Wonka. Not to mention the fact that at least one of them was most likely present when the events of the story originally took place since Charlie rarely ventured out and anything noteworthy that happened to him probably transpired inside the factory.

However, he also did not want to inconvenience Veruca anymore than he undoubtedly already was, so he decided to give her the most condensed version of the conclusion, responding, "Well, no, but I'll keep it simple for you. We leave the White House soon after the ordeal, Mr. Wonka is so upset and says he never wants anything to do with Crump ever again. Now, it just so happens that Crump had fired the head of the FBI a while back and that launched an investigation into his conduct. The investigators had learned of what Crump had done for Yugetoff when he met with Mr. Wonka and I during the course of their investigation and, long story short, Mr. Wonka, as a US Citizen, was subpoenaed and I, as a non-citizen, was formally invited by the Special Counsel's office to come to Washington, D.C. and testify in front of a Grand Jury about what happened that day. Mr. Wonka reversed his position and agreed to testify out of spite, and I followed suit. We gave them our testimony, however, the investigation continued on for over another year. It wrapped up two months ago if I remember correctly. But did it amount to anything? He is still president, last time I checked. Although, if I had to choose, I would say the funniest part of this entire scandal was seeing Crump's fans on social media go from praising Mr. Wonka and I when Crump gave him the medal to them boycotting our products after we testified. I mean, they're the only people who purchase the product they're protesting before they burn them in effigy."

"Legend has it that the flames from when one of Crump's followers tried to burn a carton of Mr. Wonka's unmeltable ice cream are still raging on to this day, hehe," Charlie joked, unleashing a high-pitched nasal cackle near identical to Wonka's distinct laugh. Veruca despised the super-annoying sound, and she was not really surprised Charlie's laugh had evolved to sound like just like Wonka's, seeing as it originated from a combination of Charlie spending little to no time socializing with anyone from outside the factory and spending most of his time inside the factory with the crazed candymaker.

Now, for having to subjugate her to hearing a shriek so similar to that of the man who sanctioned her torture at such a vulnerable age, Veruca grunted at Charlie for his rant, spitting back "You said you would keep it simple, yet you kept on rambling."

Even though she was being incredibly rude, Veruca did have a point, Charlie had been dominating all of their dinner discussions so far when this was supposed to be a moment for the two of them to reconnect. It only seemed fair that he pass the baton over to his guest, then perhaps he would learn more about her, so he proclaimed, "You know what, you're right, I've been taking up the spotlight far too long. I'd really like to hear what you've been up to for over the past decade, Veruca?"

Now, this was something Veruca excelled at, talking about herself. There was so much for her to talk about...but also so much a street urchin like Charlie did not need to know. There was one thing from her past that she thought of right on the spot that she could discuss, and it was one of the proudest moments of her life, and so, with a hint of indignation in her tone, she asked her fellow Brit sitting right across from her, "Well, for starters, how could you not recognize your Miss Universe Great Britain 2013?"

"Wait, you competed in the Miss Universe pageant?" Charlie asked in amazement.

A smug grin came over Veruca's face as she heard someone else acknowledge her achievement, she even closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair in order to soak in the emotional glory of having been crowned a real-life beauty queen. And as she nodded her head in order to convey that she was pleased with the sense of pride that overcame her, she began to straighten up once again, and spouted, "Of course. It was my dream to be Miss Universe ever since I was a little girl, and the moment I turned 18, I knew it was time to claim my throne. I told Daddy I wanted to be Miss Universe, and he actually did what a good Daddy should do and got me into the pageant. I was there to see him make the calls to the organizers and to the designers who prepared all my outfits, you know, just to make sure he did not betray me and leave me empty-handed. By the time the pageant started in June, a bunch of bints had entered the competition and they thought they could beat me. So, I told Daddy I wanted to win more than any of them, and he made sure the judges knew that."

Something about Veruca's story was not sitting well with Charlie, he could tell she was not telling him the entire truth concerning her beauty pageant win, albeit she was inferring it as he saw it, and with one rational answer rattling in the back of his head, Charlie leaned in and asked, "So, your father bribed the judges?"

Veruca did not take kindly to the accusation that she had been crowned a beauty queen through illegitimate means, as far as she was concerned, she won the title because it was her God-given right as the most ravishing contestant of them all, which led her to angrily explain, "No! Daddy made sure the judges knew that I was supposed to win!"

Even though in Veruca's mind her explanation that her father was merely enlightening the judges before they crowned her a beauty queen made sense and did not merit any additional scrutiny, Charlie was still struggling to comprehend how nothing shady had transpired, which led him to ask, "Well, how did he get them to comply?"

"I don't know. He took them into a room and set them straight, then they all reemerged with smiles on their faces," Veruca growled back, not understanding why Charlie could not simply comprehend that she was the one who deserved to have been crowned winner all along.

It now became clear to Charlie that his suspicions were correct, Mr. Salt did what he always did and used his wealth to get his daughter whatever she wanted, contrary to the austere father image his fellow Golden Ticket winner often painted whenever she got frustrated. And so the Good Boy pointed this out to the girl right across from him, saying, "That sounds an awful lot like a bribe, Veruca."

Out of all the foolish decisions Charlie had made throughout his twenty-four years on Earth, no other decision had such a predictable outcome as him deciding to question Veruca on a matter she had a strong opinion on, and she let it be known that his insolence would not be tolerated.

"There was no bribe, you twat! I won! I won because I was the most beautiful of all the contestants! Daddy said so!" The little brute cried out as she stomped her feet on the floor out of frustration, catching the attention of some of the other restaurant patrons seated around them.

As everybody, especially Charlie, watched the brat, they all noticed she really did look like a three-year-old throwing a tantrum in the back of her mom's car because she did not get the toy she wanted. And, it was both hilarious, yet also extremely sad that an adult could still act out in such a manner, and in public no less. But now, Charlie was much more preoccupied with dealing with the embarrassment of having much of the restaurant's patrons stare at the noisemaker, Veruca, and by extent, him.