He was a powerful man, his chest was rigid and his chin was chiseled, yet you wouldn't know that by looking at him, the pudgy protrusion of his beer riddled gut would tell a completely different story; but it was mostly baby weight that he'd eventually probably lose, anyways, this isn't about how he looks, you fucking judgmental people, this is about a story, one that was decades in the making. 

This was about...

"Jeb Bush, is there a Jeb Bush here?", the older woman waggled their pencil in the air like a dog having just seen his owner for the first time in ten minutes as she surveyed the entire room. Where could he have gone? What was he up to? These were questioned that must have tortured her as she attempted to sleep at night.

*Thump*

Hey, hey, here I am. Right here! 

He wasn't sure if the woman was ignoring him as a sly ruse or could honestly not see the befuddled youngster only inches away, jumping up and down, waving his arms in her face. This happened to him a lot, he had gotten used to it -- for some reason, even though he displayed so much power, many refused to acknowledge it, just another one of societies many ills.

Look! Look at me, its me! Jebby! I'M RIGHT HERE.

She turned around and went back into her office, slamming the door on the face of the poor boy. This was the fourth job in the same week that he had been seemingly turned down for, maybe he was mute but his parents were too kind to tell him? Maybe it was his tiny hands? They were assuredly normal sized, but sometimes in the wrong lighting he wondered if they weren't just a bit too small for his body... his mind was wrought with pain, but he persevered as always, twisting a smile onto his face, he knew what he had to do.

I know what I have to do!

Making his way outside, Jeb took in the smells and sights of the city as he pushed a rather oddly placed food cart out of the way, and in that exact moment, as if the universe were attempting to communicate with him, it happened; someone slammed directly into the freshly moved cart and rolled down the side of the road with it in tow, being ran over multiple times as hot dog and man had a union none wished to ever bear witness to.

Are... are you okay? Hello, I am Jeb Bush, by the way!

He proudly exclaimed, but the man was far too dead to notice. It would have been a somber affair, but Jeb quickly noticed that they had dropped a couple thousand dollars in cash, with a note to match.

If YoU WaNt To SeE YouR Child ever again then just come to the pier, writing like that was getting really annoying - This is Dave.

It was an interesting note, and now Jeb had a lead! He was going to go make something of himself... maybe?