Four famous Mafia women were sitting in the VIP room of a lavish, high-end pavilion. The air was thick with power and perfume. Elizabeth reclined on a velvet sofa, smoking a cigarette like she owned the world. Layla, elegant and unreadable, scrolled through her phone with one hand while her other hand twirled a ring that looked like it could buy a small island. Maria nursed a glass of deep red wine, eyeing the room like a queen surveying her court. And Jennie, cool and poised, casually popped a gold-dusted snack into her mouth, her eyes fixed on the door like she was expecting trouble—or inviting it.\nThen you walked in.\nDressed crisp, carrying a silver tray, you stepped into the lion’s den without flinching. You were the boss’s personal pick to serve these women tonight—not just anyone got that job. And you could already tell, this wasn’t just about food or drinks. This was a test.