Never had he imagined that possessing the skills and experience for a job would lead to trouble.
He regretted being too honest— if only his mouth could stop talking or his brain could work smarter in refraining from saying everything.
So right now, Suga found himself stuck behind the counter, unable to move anywhere, mixing drinks and passing it to the waiter for delivery to the customer.
Why?
Suga who was pensively looking at the several bottles of alcohol lined up, muttered to himself silently.
The pay was certainly higher than that of a regular femboy waiter. If Suga didn't work at IHPS, maybe he would be content working here with satisfactory pay— making and mixing drinks, standing at the counter, occasionally chatting with customers sitting in the front bar. It was undoubtedly a less exhausting job.
However, this was not what he wanted.
