Isn't this getting out of hand?

You're a handful...

Darlene gets woken up by the ear deafening sound of her QLOCKTWO Touch Alarm Clock.
After 16 snoozes and an extra few minutes of sleep she finally checks her expensive alarm, it was 10.00am.
She was late to work, again, but She also didn't care.

You see, Darlene was a strange girl.

Darlene always wanted to be a massage therapists. Especially working with the hands.
But Why you might ask? Because, the thought of massaging the knots out of someone's hand got her going.

From a very young age Darlene always wanted the massage job that was available downtown, but sadly, her interview only got her working in the office.

However, because of her office job, Darlene was filthy rich. 8 figures every month type of rich. But alas, she wasn't stroking fingers and palms so she thought, is life really worth living?

Darlene took her time getting ready for work.
She made sure to wear her newest gucci outfit. The most expensive one she could buy of course. She definitely couldn't forget to wear her new Textured Marina chain belt.
"€1, 590" she smiles to herself "that's pretty cheap".

For breakfast she strolles into Starbucks and orders her favourite drink, warm water with cream. "I may be rich but the taste of this is richer" she gushes to herself. The waiter rolles his eyes as she struts away. "It's her fifth time this week being here" he mumbles to himself " and the same drink every time...?"

Finally, Darlene arrives at the office.
2hs late.

She plops onto her Marc Newson Lockheed Lounge Chair angrily, as if she's about to throw a tantrum. "I hate it here" she pouts, "why do I bother, I can always live off my family's millions anyways".
Then Suddenly, as if it was faith She hears a familiar voice calling her name.

An annoying one.