She lives in a big, beautiful house, the kind of house that's on the cover of magazines.

She's a personal trainer and a financial advisor.

She's been to the Louvre more than once.

She spends entire Saturdays getting hot stone massages and reading her first edition books.

No long lines to stand in, no time cards to punch.

She's the luxury of time.

She wakes up every morning to a view of the ocean that could exist just for her.

She's time to bake seven pies from scratch if she wants to.

What's the conflict?

There isn't one.