23 - New Job.

After much persuasion from Pheonix, Isis followed her advice and decided to find a job at a club in an lowlife hotel in the area. Apparently, Omarion doesn't deal with low-lofe hotels like that, so when she got there, they knew nothing and just accepted her for the job, to resume immediately. Gladly, she did.

"That one," the customer, who looked like he was in his early thirties said to Isis, as he pointed at a wine glass on the cabinet behind her. He was dressed in a red suit and he carried a black suitcase. He probably had a long day at work with the way he yawned almost every minute. "The one with the red cover."

"Oh," Isis said and turned her back to look at the one the customer had just requested for. She covered her mouth with the back of her right palm as she yawned slightly. Maybe it was the customer's yawn that was contagious, or maybe she was also as tired as the man, she could not tell which, but she knew it was more of the latter. Her baggy eyes and the tiny dark circles a