Prestige is paradise

Once upon a time, in the historic town of Boston, you were born into a family with a lineage as prestigious as the town itself. Attending Philips Exeter Academy was your first step on the ladder of success, where you learned to play squash before you could tie your shoelaces.

From there, it was off to the University of Pennsylvania's Wharton School, where your daily routine involved discussing the classics over afternoon tea and mastering the art of polo on the weekends. Your classmates included future diplomats, CEOs, and even a royal or two.

But your journey was only just beginning. The hallowed halls of the Wharton School awaited you. It was there that you reveled in intellectual discussions at the university's centuries-old library, all while sipping espresso in your custom-made suits from Savile Row. It was no surprise that you graduated with honors, standing out even among the Ivy League's brightest stars.

After completing your degree, you received an offer from the hallowed institution of finance – Goldman Sachs. The prestige of it all made your head spin. Your office was a sleek glass tower in the heart of New York City, and your desk overlooked Wall Street. Your colleagues, hand-picked from the cream of the financial crop, discussed mergers and acquisitions as casually as one might talk about the weather.

Yet, it didn't take long for your ambitions to outgrow even Goldman Sachs. You made a strategic move to Bridgewater Associates, where your income rivaled that of small nations. You were now managing assets in the billions, and the Wall Street Journal quoted your opinions as gospel.

But you were aiming higher. You took a leap of faith and started your own hedge fund, "Eminent Capital," with offices in Manhattan's prestigious Flatiron District. Your clientele included the global elite, from celebrities to the occasional royalty, all entrusting you with their fortunes.

As the years passed, you navigated the volatile financial world with the grace and poise of a true aristocrat. You vacationed in the Swiss Alps, attended high-society galas at the Metropolitan Opera House, and could summon a personal butler with a snap of your fingers.

Your life was one of prestige and opulence from the moment you were born until the very end. You left a legacy of wealth and sophistication, passing your custom-made Fabergé heirloom to your heirs who would carry on your prestigious name.

What signs of prestige did I miss ?