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

know what to do with.”

There it was. The shield. The invocation of power.

“So here’s how this is going to go,” she continued, confidence blooming now that she’d found her footing. “You can take the $300 and we pretend this never happened. Or you can try to make it a thing and my father will bury you in paperwork. You will drown in legal fees. You’ll continue reading …