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

her. It was just new to someone who refused to take the envelope of cash and walk away.

I leaned back in my chair and rubbed my eyes.

I could feel the anger now, no longer a dull, distant thing but something sharper. Not just at her, but at the whole system that had clearly bent itself over backward to keep her from feeling the slightest bump.

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