Part 1 My name is Sarah Jenkins, and for the last fifteen years, the smell of chalk, stale sweat, and iron has been…

Part 1 I walked into The Obsidian—arguably the most exclusive restaurant in Manhattan—wearing steel-toed boots caked in mud and a canvas jacket covered…

PART 1: The Arrival It was supposed to be the perfect romantic getaway. Just me, my girlfriend Charlotte, and the silence of the…

Part 1: The Offer in the Basement The fluorescent lights in the basement laundry room of our rundown Queens apartment building buzzed with…

Part 1: The Deal The morning I was supposed to become a billionaire’s wife, the air in our Hamptons rental smelled like stale…