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Karina's expression darkened instantly.

Yes, she needed money, and she genuinely wanted to earn it, but she had not fallen to the point of trading her body for cash.

She stepped back, keeping her tone polite but firm. "Sir, I'm just a server here. My job is to sell drinks-nothing more."

"Don't play innocent," the man sneered, his gaze filled with undisguised contempt. "If you're working in a place like this, doesn't that mean you'll do anything for the right price? Look, I'm not asking for free. If you make us happy tonight, I'll buy everything on your cart. Don't believe me? Go ask your manager if he's heard of Mike Taylor."

Karina forced an awkward smile, grabbing the cart and trying to leave. She had no intention of compromising herself, but she also couldn't afford to escalate the situation.

"Sir, I'm sorry, but this really isn't part of my job..."

walk away, grew angry. He shot to his feet and grabbed her arm, muttering profanities under his breath. "I'm giving you face by choosing you, and this is how you act? Do you know how much I spend here every year-nearly twenty grand! Are you

he shouted, cutting her off. "You're already working in

up with tears. She had been working so hard just to survive, but it felt like

barked, his tone growing harsher.

commotion quickly drew the attention of the bar's manager, who approached to assess the situation. Predictably, he

What's the

knew it was

only thing that mattered was the bottom line: how many drinks she sold, how much revenue the bar made. Whether she was being humiliated didn't matter in the

his frustration onto her. When he was done, he turned back to the customer with

How about I give you a discount on tonight's bill and send over a few

need anyone