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

hovered in the corner of my vision.

“Okay,” I said instead, reaching slowly into my pocket.

For a split second, I saw alarm flicker across her face. Maybe she expected me to pull out my own wallet, or maybe something worse. Instead, I pulled out my phone, tapped a couple of times, and hit the red button on my voice recorder app.

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