The At-Your-Beck Felicity Conveyor: A Novel of Sin & Retribution

Description

Meet the Dreadmillers: all-American nuclear family consisting of husband, wife, son, and 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.

Following in his footsteps are his son and daughter, Eiden and 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 and hard-working

Enter Ms. Yvette Cartier: a beautiful, young, rich, and spoilt entitlement princess who lives off a lavish monthly stipend from her Great Uncle Weaser. 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. She makes the critical fumble of pilfering high-end cosmetics and love toys from the pharmaceutical section of Mr. Dreadmiller’s grocery boutique for nearly 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 Conveyor,” which he considers to be an indispensable necessity for future-proofing his business.

Upon calculating a massive inventory loss from Ms. Cartier’s compulsive shoplifting sprees, Mr. Dreadmiller attributes it as the root cause of his having fallen short on funds that would enable him to pay for the Felicity Conveyor.

Although Mr. Dreadmiller and his family are unanimously beloved for their charitable acts of kindness and good works in the community, they are, at the same time, not the sort of people anyone in their right mind would ever want to mess with. Just because they’re nice doesn’t mean they’re stupid.

Ms. Cartier, who deludes herself into believing the world is her oyster, finds out the hard way that her kleptomaniacal misdoings at Mr. Dreadmiller’s expense have lit the proverbial “match in the powder barrel” and that she will have to face the music for having overstepped a certain mark.