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

she pays for the repairs to my car out of her own money.”

“She doesn’t have—”

“Then she can get a job,” I said. “Part-time. Full-time. Waiting tables, working retail, I don’t care. She pays, even if it takes six months. You can guarantee the payment in writing if you want, but the money comes from her, not you.”

On the other end of the line, I could continue reading …