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

you a check,” he said quickly, words tumbling over each other. “Twenty thousand. Fifty. More, if that’s what’s required. Just delete those emails. We have been working on this infrastructure bid for months. If your message is misinterpreted, if the wrong set of eyes sees that screenshot out of context—”

“Then perhaps,” I said quietly, “your daughter continue reading …