Nigel did not want attend this conference. The spoiled and arrogant man wanted to spend his birthday with his friends, but instead he had to have a last minute conference with his co workers. Maybe this was a surprise party? He didn't really care.

Nigel is a handsome Caucasian man with combed blonde hair and black eyes. Being the son of a wealthy family, he inherited a bank that his father. He wasn't exactly thrilled over this inheritance but he treated like he did everything else: with pure arrogance. He strutted into the bank, dressed for a night on the town.
Wearing a designer pinstripe black suit jacket, tie, slacks, a white dress shirt, black dress socks and dress shoes, he arrived with a slight scowl, but put on a facade with a smile on his face.

What he did not know about the conference was the fact that his employees were so fed up with him! It seemed Nigel could not operate this company no matter how hard he tried... or due to the fact that he couldn't manage this business for the life of him. His most recent mistake: the loss of millions due to a ruthless speculation on his behalf. Nigel's uncaring attitude had cost them to plummet in the stock market a few months ago. They were able to gain profit again about two weeks ago, but still: the clients could not stand him!

But this conference was apart of a plan...

A plan to knock this ungrateful brat down a peg or two.

Nigel entered the conference, unaware of the plan, and greeted the ten men, all were dressed smartly in designer suits and accessories. They had on watches, suspenders, cuff links, pocket silks, handkerchiefs, one had a scarf (even if the weather outside is not freezing), ties -both standard or bow ties-, and either brown or black dress shoes. The men also had combed hair with quiffs and pomp hair.

Ignoring the amount of eyes on him, the pompous owner noticed something on the table: whipped cream pies! While on a normal day this was weird, Nigel was exploding on the inside. It was a birthday party! For him and only him! Nigel's facade faded into an actual smile. He absentmindedly sat in his leather swivel chair before addressing the men. The man of the hour had arrived at last!

But Nigel was aware of why the pies were really there.

After about five minutes, Nigel gained a puzzled expression on his face as the man were just staring at him and not singing "Happy Birthday" like normal people. No party favors too. At least there was dessert.

Which is what he got.

One man hurled on of the twenty five pies at Nigel, who gawked at the pastry flying towards him. The pie plastered and ruined his face, it wasn't that far from him. He gasped at shock at this. How dare he!

Unfortunately, it didn't stop there. One by one each men began to throw pies at Nigel until all twenty five were used up. Each pie struck the young bunker, overlaying his designer suit and accessories in the contents relentless. Nigel continued to gasp in shock from the attack he received, unaware of the true intention.

After the onslaught, Nigel was utterly annoyed as he looked at his designer suit, accessories, and appearance. The pastries had given him a completely new makeover -one the arrogant man needed so much- his face and blonde combed hair trashed to perfection. The black pinstripe suit jacket and white dress shirt, covered from each impact as his black tie was in the same situation. Since he was sitting in a swivel chair and the impacts were coming in hard, he was being pushed back that exposed his lower half. Which led to his black slacks, dress socks, and dress shoes to be covered in the fallen pieces of crust and whipped cream.

After the "pie conference," the ten men left the arrogant banker in their mess, ignoring the glare in Nigel's pie covered face and the mess on the floor. After the last one left, Nigel just sat in his chair, muttering about this is the most humiliating surprise birthday party, still unaware of the true intention.

He was SO not going out tonight in his new appearance.