I half knew already what it would say, because I knew what those seventeen calls had been chasing me about.

Two years earlier, a piece of poorly maintained equipment at the Calgary plant had failed and wrecked my shoulder — an injury the company had spent two years trying to argue was my own fault.

It was never my own fault.

And the email, from the lawyers who had taken my case, confirmed that the firm had finally stopped fighting.

They had settled, out of court, rather than face what the safety inspection would have shown.

One million dollars.