Until recently, one of the best-kept secrets in my life, even to myself, was that meeting rich people changed my life. Their kind of rich – or perhaps, wealth – was the one that was generational, remarkable and yet unremarkable, luxurious and leisurely, indeterminate by counting. I’d meet them in university, when sharing the same bottles of special offer WKD offered to us at events; sitting in the same coffee shops drinking tea; or returning...