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

hit search.

It took all of thirty seconds to find her Instagram.

Public profile. Of course. Tens of thousands of followers, a grid of photos so aesthetically curated it looked more like an ad campaign than a life.

There she was in half a dozen different filters: posing with designer shopping bags, sipping champagne on a balcony overlooking some European continue reading …