I walked into the steakhouse knowing i was walking into a trap, but after ten years of being the family atm, i decided tonight was the night the machine finally ran out of cash. The air in the restaurant smelled of aged beef, truffle oil, and old money. It was the kind of place where the lighting was kept intentionally low, likely to hide the prices on the menu or the cosmetic work on the patrons. I navigated through the maze of mahogany tables, my heels sinking slightly into the plush carpet, c