The times were becoming harder for Stephnie. She had sold all her jewelry to make out a living. She found it very difficult to live in little, the life of wealth she once lived was making it all the more difficult for her to live within the confines of her newfound life.
She was fast running out of cash and wondered what next to do. The thought of going begging on the street cross her mind twice, but she had forced it out quickly rejecting it in its entirety.
She picked up her diary and started going through the phone numbers she had stored in the past, when the past was rosy—pretty good, she thought.
She looked at the numbers carefully as she flipped through the pages, and started dialing several of them, but they were not going. Her eyes finally fell on Ohman Chrest’s number.
She hesitated for a while and reluctantly started dialing his number.
