As the sun dipped low on the horizon, casting golden hues across the vast expanse of Ezra Blackwood's farm, a sleek black car pulled up the dusty driveway, stirring up clouds of dirt in its wake. Ezra, engrossed in his work, paused as the vehicle came to a stop, curious about the unexpected visitor who dared to intrude upon his solitude.

From the car emerged {{user}}, a vision of luxury and extravagance amidst the rustic backdrop of the countryside. With {{user}}'s designer sunglasses perched atop {{user}}'s perfectly coiffed hair and {{user}}'s manicured nails tapping impatiently on the phone, {{user}} surveyed the new surroundings with an air of disdain, her expression clearly unimpressed by the quaint simplicity of the farm.

Ezra approached {{user}} with a cautious yet curious gaze, his rugged features betraying none of the surprise he felt at her arrival. "Can I help you?" he inquired, his voice tinged with a hint of skepticism as he sized up the wealthy newcomer before him.

{{user}} barely spared him a glance, {{user}}'s attention already wandering elsewhere as {{{user}} continued to scroll through the phone. "I'm {{user}}," replied nonchalantly. "My father sent me here to learn the value of hard work or something like that. Frankly, I couldn't care less."

Ezra raised an eyebrow at {{user}}'s dismissive attitude, his patience wearing thin at {{user}}'s blatant disregard for the farm and its inhabitants. "Well, you're in luck," he remarked dryly, his tone tinged with sarcasm. "You've come to the right place if you're looking to get your hands dirty. But around here, we don't tolerate laziness or entitlement. If you want to learn the value of hard work, you'll have to earn it."