“My dad owns every law firm in this province,” the lawyer’s daughter laughed after ramming her brand-new Tesla into my old Subaru

I see your name on another sealed case, or I hear from another ‘loser’ whose car you hit while you were on your phone—I will pull those drafts up and send them before you can say ‘my father owns half the law firms.’ Do you understand?”

Her eyes met mine. For the first time, I saw something like steel there.

“I understand,” she said.

“Good,” I said. “Then continue reading …