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

hear the very real fear under the surface, “I think we should discuss this in person. I’m sure we can reach an understanding. There’s no need to involve—”

“I gave your daughter one hour to come back and apologize to mine,” I said, glancing at the digital clock in the corner of my monitor. “That was my only condition. We’re now at forty-two minutes. continue reading …