https://archive.palanq.win/bant/thread/18941573/#18964176Cassie watches Kanako closely as the girl begins to lose her cool. Then she says it: Stick to your lane. Cassie's been told as much many times, albeit phrased slightly differently, and usually in an Irish accent. It always grated on her nerves. And it still does.
"Listen dear, staying in my lane didn't get me and my sister off the streets when our mother died. And it certainly didn't take me from a future as a mobster's trophy wife to the success you see before you today that took that mobster's underperforming business interests and turned them into an empire. And staying in my lane wasn't what allowed that empire to expand beyond Ireland and across the ocean to Spaghetti Town. And rest assured, I have no plans to stop here."
She leans in closer to Kanako, having dropped all efforts to feign innocence. "Now look around. See that man on the far side of the room staring at you? And the two down the bar from us? And that girl near the dance floor pretending to look at her phone? Those aren't patrons my dear, they're employees. Very competent ones. So if you have a change of heart and decide to try putting that bullet in my head then go for it, but I like my odds of seeing one in yours before that happens."
