Sebastian Talbot was getting ready for a late breakfast with his family. Not biologically, but more like his extended family, if you exclude his sons and daughter. He was a scientist who was slightly unorthodox. He dressed casually and wore a lab coat when the occasion called for it. He was a mature man, with flecks of grey hairs and dark brown eyes. His face was that of a distinguished gentleman. "Everything looks delicious, B.B." He said.

"Ah,come on! Could you stop calling me that? It's Bailey. I'm not really little anymore." She whined.

"Alright, Bailey. No matter how old you are, I'll always see you as my little B.B."

She sighed.

He kissed her forehead. "I'll take this food to my office; let me know when the others are back. We go back on schedule after breakfast." He said. Bailey followed him with her almond shaped eyes, and sighed. Someone was making fun of the situation, typical for this family.

"Aww, don't pout B.B." Devin Sutton snickered.

"Very funny, Devin, now shut up." She replied.

"It's okay, Bailes, B.B. is a cute nickname." Elise Hunter continued. "Besides, they say that pouting too much...will give you frown lines." She checked her watch." Um, does anybody know what the 'Charles Plan' is? I mean, how exactly do we stop this guy?" Elise asked

"Don't know. But Nate, Tense, and Peter are tryin' to track him now. Liam and Anne, are on the way here."

Bailey replied. She picked up a muffin, and examined it. "You know Devin, you could probably use some fiber." She said and tossed it his way.

"Yo! You're right, thanks!" He smiled and bit into it. The taste was unbearable, and bland, and he spit it out immediately.

"Ha! Eat bran...you T. Pathis." She laughed, along with Elise. Soon, so did he. They went back to eating, and worrying about the enemy.

   The EveryDyne Diner was a place of business, never playtime. Tell that to its employees. They were always good when the boss, Pamela was around, but on their breaks, it was relaxing and play time. Nonstop gossip, flirting, and of course, food sampling. Noelle Amus, was doing inventory, after her conversation with CJ, she was frazzled. She was a waitress, doing what she was paid to do, and overtime. Of course the occupation came with a dress code: Silver Skirt/Pants, Purple Top/Blouse, and White and Silver cap, berets for the cashiers and cooks. Any shoe was acceptable as long as it was flat, closed-toed, and white. She always wore her cap backwards; her boss never complained about it, so why change it? Her sneakers were always shiny, no matter what the disaster, she'd take a small break; and bring the beauty back to them. Her black streaks accentuated her blonde hair.

   Jezzi Cortlen however, wasn't the perfect employee, and her performance could use some work. She was dressed exactly like, but shorter than Noelle. Her eyes were distracted. It was always hard for her to do her job, when Callum Nour was up front. Being anywhere near him made her babble, more than she usually did. It wasn't hard for everyone to figure that all her signals wouldn't work with someone like him. No one noticed Pamela at the door, until the bell, at the entrance door rang. Pamela Coursey was a good boss, if she was happy. Her mocha face, spilled her secret, it said that she wasn't even pleased. She examined everyone in the room. It was almost time to open to customers, and someone was missing.

"Where's CJ?" She asked.

Noelle panicked, and rushed to her friend's defense. "We, uh sent her for supplies." Noelle replied

"Really?" Pam inquired

"Uh huh! We're low...on tomatoes! And special spices, Doug can't cook without his special spices, you know."

She smiled nervously. Noelle was in training for Senior Manager, she couldn't afford any more screw ups.

"Fine. Then I expect to see grocery bags when she gets here." Pam said, with that, she retreated to her office. Minutes later, she chimed CJ.

"Hey. Make sure you get tomatoes, and Doug's special spices."

"Uh, okay. Why?" CJ inquired

"Don't ask, just do it." Noelle replied

She signed off.

    Hours later, the diner was exploding with customers. The busiest times were after school; it wasn't just a diner, but a hangout. CJ was hard at work, cleaning everything. Noelle had covered for her, until her arrival. Her tardiness would've been the perfect crime, had she not gotten the wrong spices by mistake. She had to be disciplined. Cleaning constantly would have to suffice, which meant dishes, counter tops, tables, bathrooms, and windows. Luckily for Pam, when someone like CJ Dixon works, they work fast. Punishment like that, normally took about two hours; CJ cut that time in half.

Everyone enjoyed watching her, it was like a sporting event. Customers, who were Con-serve, ignored her altogether.

"Time!" Douglas York yelled

"What. Do. You. Got?" CJ panted, he smiled

"A new vest. In velvet!" he boasted, she looked at him disdain

"Not. What. I. Meant Doug. I cleaned both bathrooms--they were gross. And did every table, and changed the Chronometers. So, whatcha got!?"

He was clearly uninterested. "Oh right. The Occasional Athletic thing. I...got distracted."

He checked his time device. "It's uh, two minutes and fifteen seconds." He expressed. All her fellow coworkers cheered, it was a new record. Pam appeared out of her office, she stared at her employees.

"All done? Did you learn something?" She asked CJ

"Nope." CJ replied proudly. Everyone groaned at her statement, and Pam sighed on her way back into her office. The point of punishment was to change someone's attitude; apparently she was immune to such a thing. Noelle approached her next.

"Phew! Finally...done!" She said to herself

"Do you ever learn?" Noelle asked

"Not if I can help it." She joked, her co-worker chuckled

She removed her apron and headed toward the dining counter. Jezzi approached her."CJ, don't forget your beret." She said.

"Uh...thanks, Jez." She replied. Other than cleaning the bathrooms, she abhorred her beret even more. It didn't make sense to her. She couldn't comprehend why the world would choose to create a hat, which flattens your hair. Hers was already short, but flat was unacceptable. CJ pouted, and put on her beret. She jumped, at the chiming of her Holographic Cylindrical Receiver.

"Hello? Yes, this is she. Really? Great, I'll be right there!" Following her sign off, she retreated to the Employee Room to change clothes. Seconds later, she was stopped by someone blocking her path, Callum.

He spoke in his British accent. "You didn't finish the windows, CJ." He pointed to the long Window Striker; she picked it up and gave it to him.

"Um, how 'bout this? Do me this solid, and I'll be right back. Please? My new ride is waitin' for me, so I really gotta go." She expressed, he sighed and nodded his head. She smiled and ran through the back door. Pam had shown up, and was holding an application. It was addressed to Cicely Joy Dixon, concerning her employment status. She placed it back in her arms when she saw the unacceptable. She noticed Callum washing the windows, and CJ nowhere to be found. Again. She groaned at her annoyance of one person.

"Ooh! That girl!"

She huffed and marched back into her office.