Luigi had given him a cigarette case that he really liked, mainly because it felt so comfortable in his hand.
"Do you mind?" Lance took out a cigarette, and Miss Kaylu shook her head.
He lit the cigarette, took a deep breath, and the light at the door made the smoke appear and disappear in the light and shadow, "I need you to quietly do your job and not meddle in other matters."
"If you can do that, we'll be good colleagues."
"If you can't, I'll attend your funeral and that of your family and speak on behalf of your colleagues."
"You can take it as a threat, or you can see it as a friendly reminder."
Miss Kaylu thought he was going to embezzle company funds, her scalp tensing, "All those accounts are recorded, and Ossen and his team are more professional accountants, I can't help you steal money from the company!"
For some reason, when she thought Lance was going to "steal money" from the club, she became less nervous.
