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

legal drama you think you’re starting.”

She turned on her heel and started toward her Tesla.

“You have one hour,” I said.

She paused, hand on the door, and looked back at me like I’d started speaking another language. “What?”

“One hour,” I repeated. “You have one hour to come back here and apologize to my daughter properly. That’s all I want. You admit continue reading …