You leave the building together and you start walking toward your car, but Torvald stops you and nods toward his own.
You are to be driven, then. Left with as little room for choice as possible.
At least Torvald's car is top of the line. Entirely self-driving, with cutting-edge AI. Leather seats–real leather, too.
Torvald inputs the destination in the car's holo and leans back in the driver's seat.
He's acting cool and aloof, but you can tell he's uncomfortable.
You don't have time to contemplate the reasons behind it, because your holo lights up with a notification.
It's a child support payment order.
You don't have enough credit to pay right now. A missed payment won't sit well with Vidya.