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I Had £86 Left, Checkout Was at 11 a.m., and I Owed £7,000 My name is Sophie Bennett, and I’m 25. Two years ago, I moved to London from a small town called Mansfield in Nottinghamshire. I wanted to start over and discover what I actually wanted from life. Not long after moving, I found work as a nail technician at a small salon in Stratford. I rent a tiny studio flat in East London. It’s nothing special, but it’s enough for me. I’ve made friends here, and sometimes after work we’ll go for a coffee, walk around central London, or meet for a drink at the pub. Overall, my life was fairly normal. Of course, I wanted more, but I couldn’t really complain. My only real problem was money. I could never manage to save anything. After two years, my entire savings amounted to £1,000 in my Barclays account. There was always something to pay for: rent, travel, utility bills, a broken phone, or a friend’s birthday. I also regularly sent money to my mum, who still lived alone in Mansfield. Once everything had been paid, there was barely anything left from my wages. A girl called Daniela worked at our salon. She was a nail technician just like me, but she lived a completely different life. She always wore expensive clothes, travelled to Dubai several times a year, and often paid the entire bill whenever we went out. She told us that her boyfriend lived in Dubai and gave her money. We’d all got used to it and didn’t ask too many questions. One day, we were sitting in the staff room during our lunch break, drinking tea and gossiping about clients. Suddenly, Daniela told me she was flying to Dubai again in two days. According to her, her boyfriend had been given two fully paid five-day holidays through work, but the other person could no longer go. She offered the spare place to me. It sounded slightly suspicious, but the opportunity to visit Dubai for free was too tempting to refuse. The flights, hotel, and private driver had apparently already been paid for. I didn’t even
