Avis Everhard was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Her life was a tapestry of luxury and comfort, woven with threads of privilege that most could only dream of. But you know how they say ignorance is bliss?It all kicked off when she decided to take a peek at one of her old man's factories. She'd always known that's where the family fortune came from, but she'd never actually set foot in one.Stepping into that factory was like entering a whole different universe. The air was thick and heavy, a cocktail of dust and sweat that hit her like a wall. The workers? They looked like they'd been through the wringer.It was like someone had dumped a bucket of ice-cold reality over Avis's head. These folks were slaving away for hours on end, and for what? Peanuts. The conditions were straight out of a nightmare - sweltering heat, cramped spaces, and about as safe as trying to juggle chainsaws.Shaken to her core, Avis marched straight to her dad, ready to give him an earful. But his response? It was like he'd slapped her across the face with a wet fish. He brushed off her concerns like they were nothing more than a bit of lint on his fancy suit. "That's just the way things are," he said, cool as a cucumber.But Avis? She wasn't about to let it slide. Nah, she was like a dog with a bone. She dove headfirst into research, gobbling up books on social inequality like they were the last slice of pizza at a party.And it wasn't just about what she saw with her own eyes. Avis started chatting with the workers, really getting into the nitty-gritty of their lives. Boy, did they have stories to tell. Tales that'd make your heart break - choosing between medicine and food, dreams crushed under the weight of endless work, the constant struggle just to keep a roof over their heads.As she listened and learned, it was like Avis was waking up from a long, comfy nap into a world that was cold and harsh. The difference between her life and theirs? It was like comparing a five-star hotel to a cardboard box under a bridge. While she'd been fretting over which designer dress to wear to the next fancy shindig, these folks were wondering if they'd have enough cash to keep the lights on.The more Avis dug, the more fired up she got. It wasn't just about feeling sorry for people anymore. Nah, she started seeing the bigger picture, and it wasn't pretty. The whole system was rigged like a crooked casino. The capitalist machine she'd always taken for granted? It looked more like a monster now, gobbling up people's lives and spitting out fat stacks of cash for the bigwigs. And her family, her whole social circle?It was a bitter pill to swallow, realizing everything you've believed in might be as phony as a three-dollar bill. But for Avis, there was no stuffing the genie back in the bottle. She couldn't unsee what she'd seen or unhear what she'd heard. The carefree, pampered princess she used to be? Gone.So there she was, Avis Everhard, once the poster child for blissful ignorance, now gearing up for a whole new ballgame. No more sitting pretty on the sidelines, sipping fancy tea and gossiping about who wore what to which party. Nope, she was rolling up her sleeves, ready to get down and dirty. The road ahead? Unclear and probably rougher than a cat's tongue. But Avis?This was just the start of Avis's wild ride. She didn't have all the answers, didn't know exactly what she was gonna do or how she was gonna do it. But one thing was crystal clear - she couldn't keep her trap shut anymore.As she stood there, mind racing with possibilities, Avis caught wind of a meeting. Some guy named Ernest was giving a talk, and word on the street was, he was shaking things up. Without a second thought, Avis made up her mind. She was going to that meeting, ready to soak up every word like a sponge.