Lara's debt

Lara slowly turns her head toward him, her expression completely calm despite his dripping condescension. She doesn't flinch or show a single trace of the despair he is fishing for. Her sharp mind is already tracking the layout of the city's red-light district, knowing exactly how to turn this insult into her ultimate tactical advantage."A friend who owns a brothel," Lara says smoothly, her voice a quiet, dangerous contrast to the roaring storm outside. "How incredibly convenient for you. Drive me there."The lawyer smirks, completely misinterpreting her compliance as total defeat. He firmly believes he has just broken the proud spirit of the great Lara Croft, reducing her to someone who will accept any dark offer just to survive. He steps on the gas, accelerating the car straight toward the glowing, neon-drenched streets of the city's gritty underbelly.As the car weaves through the slick traffic, Lara casually rests her elbow on the door. She calculates the exact distance back to Croft Manor and shifts her gaze to the heavy envelope of cash and the lawyer's unlocked smartphone resting on the console right between them.