The penthouse was an assault on Ethan's senses. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed a postcard-perfect view of Central Park, a shimmering emerald jewel box sprawled beneath a perpetually azure sky. Sculptures that probably cost more than his entire student loan debt dotted the expansive living room, nestled between designer furniture he was afraid to touch. He felt like an imposter in his own life, a software bug crashing the operating system of the ultra-rich.