Vincenzo Can't Save Me—?

“Lily—” He paused and stared up at me. “You have no right to decline their orders. You decided to work here, no one forced you to, which means, you should know your duties better than anyone else.” The bartender brought down the finest and most expensive brandy from the shelves reserved for those in the V.I.P. room before he continued speaking.

“And you should know that those are Vincenzo's top business partners. If anything goes wrong because of you, then be prepared to face the consequences for it: you might get fired or be killed by Vincenzo, who knows?” He said plainly without making any effort to sugarcoat his words.

It was impossible to turn down their offer and even an attempt was fruitless. I mean, I blindly decided to work here despite its terrible reputation, so I should be ready to face whatever happens next. Like, what exactly do I expect from the most crime-committed club?

I have no excuse to give in my defense since it was my duty to serve drinks, nor do I want to be kil