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

and almost succeeding. Almost. “This is… ah… this is Cameron Ashford. You had an incident with my daughter this afternoon.”

I could hear the faint echo of a high-ceilinged room behind him, the soft murmur of another conversation cut short.

“That’s correct,” I said.

“I wanted to reach out personally,” he continued, “to apologize for any distress caused.continue reading …