It was the story of her life; all the things she did to get herself into trouble. It was fairly common growing up, Darcy always having to figure out what to do with the rebellious baby sister. Then it simply got worse and worse. She would have to learn somehow, but apparently this first job was not the way to do it.

When the doorbell sounded she rushed over to the door and opened it up. Her place was much smaller than her filthy rich boyfriend's, but it was nice, in a nice building, with a decent view. It was more than enough for her. "Hey," she stepped back to let him in.