Even possessing a smidgen of that kind of moxie could’ve meant that Hannah might also have been much better placed to take control of her situation after everything imploded in LA. Her ex, Rob, remained in the Brentwood walk-up he owned, rendering her homeless practically overnight.

So she was doubly grateful for the opportunity to get a true taste of the good life, temporarily at least. There was only one minor wrinkle in the entire situation – the neighbours’ issue mentioned in the welcome note.

Hannah learned from Courtney’s assistant Sara that a group of residents in the building had lodged a lawsuit against the co-op board for allowing the influencer to buy into it.

When word initially got out that she had made an application, apparently the cantankerous old guy living in the adjoining penthouse had insisted that they couldn’t allow some ‘attention-seeking airhead’ to upset the social dynamics in the building. But evidently the group’s wish to have Courtney’s bid denied was refused. As were their subsequent submissions about construction noise, odours from the fresh paint or insistence that the planned renovations would not only go against the architectural integrity of the landmark building but structural too, and they were all going to die when it caved in around them.

Hannah knew that such co-op disputes could be the stuff of legend in NYC, with residents routinely fighting board members and each other for myriad reasons (ironically the very opposite of co-operative), and she could well imagine why the arrival of a millionairess bright young thing into the prestigious building might put much older and well-heeled noses out of joint.

Sara had quickly brushed away Hannah’s initial concerns by assuring her that the matter was now in the hands of the legal eagles, and there was nothing to fear from any personal encounters. But maybe once the neighbours met Courtney in person, she’d disarm and charm them too? Well, they certainly had nothing to fear from introverted Hannah anyway. No wild parties or noise of any kind – she wasn’t even the singing-in-the-shower type.

Nope, while she was here, she just planned to lay low, pick up the pieces of her life, and most importantly, she mused, gazing out at that picture-perfect Central Park view, make the most of the incredible gift she’d been given in one of the greatest cities on earth.

As she stood by the window, watching the light slowly fade over the park and cityscape beyond, Hannah felt optimistic for the first time in months.