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

guy, older car, no obvious threat.

“Look,” she said, finally letting her phone drop to her side. “I’m really sorry and everything, but it’s literally a scratch. Your bumper was already, like…” She gestured vaguely to the existing damage. “You know.”

She reached into a slim designer wallet, flicked through crisp bills, and pulled a few out. “Here.” She continue reading …