“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 lived in before Sarah all put together. “I guess some things just aren’t built to stand under pressure,” he went on, smiling the way men smile when they know an audience is on their side. “Just like your career, right, Jax?” The laughter came exactly when he expected it to. A few quick bursts first, then a wider ripple moving through the cluster continue reading …