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

almost hear him staring at a wall, calculating public-relations risks against parental guilt.

“And if I agree to all this?” he asked finally.

“Then those emails stay where they are,” I said. “Drafts. I send a follow-up to Margaret clarifying that the document she saw appears to be generic briefing material, that my concern was overstated. I apologize continue reading …