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

crescent. Behind us sat a pristine white Tesla Model X, still wearing temporary plates, its front bumper decorated with a delicate spider-web crack that would probably make some dealership technician very unhappy.

The driver’s door opened with an expensive, well-oiled thunk.

Out stepped a young woman—mid-twenties at most, tall, gym-toned, dressed in continue reading …