While Charlie would have previously preferred to wallow in his depression, his therapy session opened his mind to the truth, therefore he decided to adapt his approach to coping with his misfortune to better reflect this new reality. Even though Charlie cowered away from many things, like anything horror-related or talking to women, the Good Boy really was a strong person. He struggled throughout much of his childhood, but he never used to sit idly by and sulk in the unfortunate reality that he was poor. He and his family might not have had everything they needed when he was a kid, but they always found a way to keep on moving forward, and it was that attitude that he was going to use in his quest to make Veruca realize that she should be with him. The brat had told him the reason they could not be together was because he was born poor. but now, Charlie had dedicated himself to fighting for what he wanted. No longer would he retreat like the meekly shy boy he presented himself as, instead he chose to be the strong survivor who endured a rough childhood and made a name for himself in the business world. He would show Veruca that it did not matter that he was born poor, he would show her that he was not someone who would let old conventions dictate modern relations. He would make sure she knew that he loved her, and he was willing to spend the rest of his life fighting for her love.

After so many trips to visit Veruca, Charlie had mastered the drive from the factory to Stourton, so after half an hour of driving he pulled up to the apartment complex and strolled into the lobby where he found a friend whose help he would need to get to Veruca, and thus he ran up to the concierge's desk as he proclaimed, "Herp, Herp, thank God you're here."

Charlie's presence at his workplace took Herp by surprise after being absent from his life for the past two weeks, the concierge shook his head from side to side and repeatedly blinked his eyes, as if to reset his senses in order to confirm what he was seeing, and greeted the heir as he got closer, responding, "Oh, greetings, Mr. Bucket, I didn't think I would be seeing you here."

The poor kid from East London did not like being lauded with formal titles now that he was Willy Wonka's heir, and he surely would not tolerate it when he was on a mission to put an end to Veruca's classist notions, therefore he easily dismissed Herp's employer-mandated pleasantries, and pleaded before he took control of their conversation, "Please, just Charlie. Listen, I need your help. You might not know this, but Veruca told me that she never wanted to see me again."

"Yeah, I heard," the concierge casually replied as he brought up the recent events in the life of the building's most notorious tenant, something that surprised the Good Boy to hear.

"She told you?" Charlie asked astonished, wondering just how many people Veruca had talked to about their short relationship, and fearing that she might have embellished some of the details in order to make him look terrible and herself better.

But, as it turned out, Herp simply could have explained himself better when he spoke, and so he did as he reiterated, "No, I literally heard the breakup, as it happened, that is. I can see the spot where it all happened from right here."

The concierge raised his right arm and pointed his index finger towards the glass that sealed the lobby of Stourton away from the outside world while Charlie turned around to follow where Herp was pointing towards, and he too could now see where Veruca had told him they could not be together, followed by the Good Boy shaking his head in order to mentally get him back to the task at hand, which he explained to Herp, "Anyways, I believe I can get her to change her mind. I believe I can get her to welcome me back into her life. I just need the opportunity to tell her what I honestly think, and that's where you come in. I can't access the lift to take me up to her penthouse, but you can. Would you do me the most gracious favour of letting me ride the lift up to her penthouse?"

While Herp could sympathize with Charlie's plight, he had his own life and well-being to consider, and if he deviated from his duties he could suffer the consequences, which he tried to explain to the Good Boy, responding, "You know, I'm not allowed to let anybody travel on the lifts without the permission of the tenant they plan on visiting, I could lose my job."

Charlie's face after hearing such devastating news almost looked as if he had crashed into a brick wall and Herp noticed this. However, it was that pain in his friend's expression that led him to rethink his decision, something that, if he went through with, could upset a lot of important and powerful people who could make his life a living hell. His job was more than a means to pay his rent and put food on his table, but neither Charlie nor Veruca, especially Veruca, could ever discover what was really going on in his life. However, personal regret was now driving him to aid the heir to the Wonka empire to accomplish his goal. Even though he did not understand why the Good Boy would want to pursue a woman who put him down so vulgarly, he nevertheless noticed the nobleness in Charlie's motivation and decided it would be for the best if he helped him, adding, "But I've seen Miss Veruca over the past few weeks and she is a mess, even more than before. Maybe having you back in her life will do her some good. She always seemed more stable after she had been out with you."

That spark of joy The Lucky Boy sported when he came strolling into the lobby came back to his face as he enthusiastically proclaimed, "Thank you Herp! You don't know how much this all means to me. I just need to speak to her so badly."

"Don't mention it. You know, the more I think about it, the more it feels like the right thing to do. I'm putting a lot on the line doing this, but I've listened to the way she talks about you. Excluding her big mouth and her spoilt attitude, of course, I hope to one day find someone who likes me as much as Miss Veruca deep down likes you."

"I sure hope you're right, Herp, because the last time we met she told me that we were incompatible. But I know I'm going to prove her wrong, just watch!"

"That's the spirit, Charlie! Now, tell me; what do you plan on doing to make her take you back?"

It was at that point that the Good Boy realized that while he had the motivation to appeal to the little brute to change her mind on their relationship, he had not actually brainstormed what he would do to get her to change her mind. Therefore, the best Charlie, someone who always saw the best in people, could come up with when pressed by Herp was a simple, direct and hopeful plan, which he then explained to the concierge, "Well, I was thinking that I would sit her down, remind her of all the good times we had and show her that we have more in common than she might believe."

"While that is very...meaningful, Charlie, I don't think sentiment alone will work on someone as...direct as Miss Veruca. If you want to win her back, you're going to have to do something remarkable and spontaneous."

It seemed the more Charlie discussed his plan the more Herp revealed the holes in it. The Good Boy thought he was a glorious white knight off to rescue the princess from her imprisonment in a tower, however, the only element of fantasy present was the fantasy world he was living in where he thought his goal could be accomplished without much planning and hard work on his end. In realty, he was just rushing into something without giving it much thought, something so unusual and out of character for him. He was stumped as to what he could do to capture Veruca's attention, and so the Good Boy just uttered the first thing that came to his mind, "How about I sing her a song? That's remarkable and spontaneous."

"Yes, that's a great idea!" The concierge quickly replied, ready to stand behind his friend and his excellent decision on how to capture the little brute's attention, that was until he asked the Good Boy one simple question, "Do you know how to sing?"

"Not at all. But I'm willing to just start doing it when I'm finally face-to-face with Veruca," Charlie responded without as much as shifting his facial expression a millimeter in any direction. In short, it did not matter that he could not sing, he was so focused on wowing Veruca that he did not care that he was rushing into something so different from anything he had ever done before.

Herp was not so gung-ho on Charlie's plan to win Veruca back now, yet he stood side by side the heir on his quest to do a noble deed, and so he told the Good Boy, "Then, I guess I'm sorry my suggestion sent you down this path. But, if that's what you want to do, then why not? You know, it's always been my dream to become a musician. I can play a few instruments, so I can help you out with the live music aspect of this whole operation."

The heir gave the offer some thought and he was swayed by the offer, which led him to proclaim, "An electric keyboard? Perfect! And I know exactly what song to sing."

Herp was sold at this point, there was just one final impediment keeping him from committing to Charlie's plan, but he knew the heir would have no problem meeting his requirement, therefore he responded, "Great, I just have one request, though. I take my lunch break in an hour, could you go get me one of those garlic chicken baguettes that you gave me that time you came over to visit Miss Veruca so that I can head back to my flat and bring my electric keyboard back to Stourton and still be able to eat lunch?"

"Of course, I'll head over and bring you your fresh baguette as soon as possible and you go bring your electric keyboard when you get off for your lunch break."

The Good Boy and the concierge shook hands, almost as if it were the conclusion to a business deal, but Charlie knew that something more meaningful had just transpired, he had made a friend for life in Herpes Trout. Even though he came all this way to win Veruca back, he now knew that there was someone outside the factory whom he could trust, something the boy who had to run away from schoolyard bullies all too often could never have imagined. Charlie finally had someone whom he could confide in on topics not related to the hectic goings-on of the factory, but about real-world things, like showing Veruca that he was not just some street urchin she could discard, but someone who genuinely cared for her.