He was riding on a horse. A white one of course. With a saddle studded with diamonds. The future president of the company only deserved the best, after all. And sitting right behind him, holding onto him tightly, was the girl of his dreams. He turned around to look at her for just a second, before crashing his horse into a tree.

All he could hear was her screaming.

"Bud! Bud! BUD!"

"Bud! BUD!"

He jerked his eyes open. There was no horse, and the girl wasn't there. All there were was a mail cart that Bud had tried to catch some shut-eye in, and his boss, Mr. Twimble calling his name. Damn it.

He sat up, stretched and polished his glasses.

"I'm awake, Mr. Twimble."

"What the hell are you sleeping for? You may be Biggley's nephew, but this isn't your house, boy. Understand me? Now get up before I fire you."

"You can't fire me, I'm the boss' nephew." Frump automatically used his usual line.

"And I don't care. Now, there's a new guy coming in, and I want you to meet him."

Frump got one look at the new guy and groaned. This guy was a headache ready to happen.

Stupid face.

Charming smile.

Beaming with charisma.

Yay.