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

He sounded entertained. That man had a voice made for boardrooms and country clubs, smooth and educated and sharpened just enough to cut. He stood over me with one hand still wrapped around the stem of his glass, the other tucked into the pocket of a navy dinner jacket that probably cost more than my first truck, my second truck, and the garage apartment continue reading …