Meet the Dreadmillers: all-American nuclear family consisting of husband, wife, son & daughter. Justyce Dreadmiller, a neighborhood merchant who owns and runs an upscale grocery boutique in downtown Pimpleton Heights (an affluent suburb of the greater Pimpleton retropolitan area), represents the embodiment of the American dream, having pulled himself out of poverty by his own bootstraps towards an agreeable middle-class lifestyle supported by a comfortable income. He is the poster boy of upward mobility, a shining example of a career trajectory that both belies and affirms the Horatio Alger rags-to-riches myth insomuch as he has never sucked up to any wealthy benefactors but instead has taken pride in owing every ounce of his success to naught but his own sweat & grit. Following in his footsteps are his son & daughter, Eiden & Celine, both of whom have managed to gain acceptance into elite institutions of "higher earning" and have done their parents proud by proving themselves to be both enterprising & hard-working, winning the respect of their peers & mentors whilst making astonishing headway in their chosen areas of expertise. Although only fleeting mention is made of Mr. Dreadmiller's wife, one can scarce help but draw the inference that she is a proud & happy homemaker who runs the family nucleus behind the scenes and is, unquestionably, its "Rock of Gibraltar," the mainstay of the Dreadmiller tribe's strength, resilience, and mystique.
Enter Ms. Yvette Cartier: a beautiful, young, rich & spoilt entitlement princess who lives off a lavish monthly stipend from her Great Uncle Weaser (a war-profiteering arms & oil contractor & wannabe Republican senator from the Deep South). All this free-flowing revenue has the bleak effect of inducing Ms. Cartier to miscount her blessings to the point of taking them for granted like the air she breathes. Due to her wayward indolence, propelled by insatiable greed & an unabashedly hedonistic lifestyle, she reveals herself to be a young lady of lax morals in dire need of some old-school penitential medicine. She makes the critical fumble of pilfering high-end cosmetics and love toys from the pharmaceutical section of Mr. Dreadmiller's grocery boutique on a quotidian basis for upwards of two years until the threshold of Mr. Dreadmiller's saint-like sufferance has reached its breaking point. This is when the grocer realizes he is unable to afford a must-have high-tech appliance called an "At-Your-Beck Felicity Conveyo