Fire him

"Shut up you moron", said Lara. "I don't have time to deal with your shit. What do you even do around here anymore? You were too old to be useful about ten years ago. You are fired!".

Winston looked shocked to his core. "My lady I have served in your family for over 50 years."

"I don't give a damn", she replied. "If you are not gone by the morning I will have the actually useful staff around here throw you out with ****. I will not deal with incompetence in my manor. I never want to see your useless face again".

With that, Lara marched on, leaving the old man a complete wreck behind her. His feelings on the matter didn't even cross her mind. She simply crawled into bed, and got herself a good night's sleep.

The next few months Lara didn't get a single job offer to steal something. She was constantly firing off messages to her old contacts but no one was willing to reply to her. No matter how available she made herself, no one would hire her. She tried assuring them that no job was too dirty or immoral and even lowered her rates to half her usual price. If it was a contact that had fucked her before, she heavily implied that it could be arranged again. As for the few who hadn't had the pleasure yet, she heavily implied it for them too.

Her dealer had told her that the reason everyone was avoiding her was the Chinese. They had made good on their promise to broadcast to the entire underworld that anyone caught dealing with Lara Croft would end up the same way as Nobu, with their skulls bashed in with a blunt instrument.

She managed to scrape together some money by fucking her dealer's friends. Her dealer was pretty high end, however, so most of them were powerful people in entertainment, sports and business. These guys knew young, beautiful tight women a well. Actresses, singers, models. A washed up 44 year old former adventurer did not have a lot to offer compared to those. Lara would seethe through clenched teeth every time she was put aside for some younger, more natural woman. She pretended she didn't hear that they had nicknamed her "old cumdump". Lara's role was more of providing relief, and just occasionally comic relief, for pent up sexual aggression.

Her bills began to pile up again. Half her staff, seeing her treatment of Winston, had left her, and the other half followed when their pay checks bounced. She knew that she was only a couple of weeks away before the manor was repossessed and she was without a home. Lara had been in trouble before. Lethal danger was no problem for her. This, however, made her ****. Between the economical worries, the withdrawal symptoms and the embarrassment that she couldn't even cut it as a high end prostitute, she was getting worried that she might actually lose it all this time.

One morning, she opened up her laptop to find an email. The subject header was "OPPORTUNITY FOR YOU LARA".