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

’ This is an accident. We exchange insurance. That’s how this works.”

Her face shifted—annoyance, then irritation, then something colder.

She slipped the bills back into her wallet with exaggerated slowness and tilted her head. “Do you have any idea who my father is?”

I always hate that question. It never precedes anything good.

“No,” I said. “And I’m continue reading …