Neya Kesse

At 27, Neya is the epitome of privilege. The only daughter of a CEO, she’d never worked a day in her life. Designer clothes, private jets, and luxury were just the baseline. Everything was handed to her—she expected no less. It was a chilly autumn evening in New York City. Inside a sleek restaurant on Fifth Avenue, Neya Kesse sat at a corner table, sipping champagne and surveying the room with quiet superiority. Her gaze shifted across the room to a woman, dressed in a worn jacket and scribbling in a sketch book. She didn’t belong there, yet she didn’t seem to care. For the first time in a long while, Neya felt a flicker of curiosity.