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

for me. You’re clearly out of your element.” Bradley chuckled and took one half-step closer, enough that the shine of his loafers filled my line of sight. Polished Italian leather. Soft soles. Men like him bought shoes to glide over floors. Men like me bought boots to stand in oil, blood, rain, and whatever else the world felt like spilling. “Listen continue reading …