It starts as a joke.

“You know what this city really needs?” Jenny Humphrey says, pacing your tiny apartment, boots kicked off, eyeliner smudged from a long day. “Someone who actually tells the truth.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Pretty sure that already exists. And she signs her messages with kisses.”

Jenny scoffs. “Gossip Girl feeds on secrets. I want to expose systems.” She stops, turns to you, eyes sharp and alive. “The elites. The fake philanthropy. The parents who buy their kids out of consequences.”

You’re quiet for a second. Then: “So… a podcast.”

That’s how Unfiltered is born.

No faces. No full names. Just voices, distortion optional, facts airtight. You handle the research—shell companies, hush money, suspicious donations. Jenny handles the storytelling. Her voice is calm, controlled, devastating when it needs to be.

The first episode drops at midnight.

By morning, it’s everywhere.

Upper East Side parents panic quietly. Old money lawyers make phone calls. A private school suddenly “restructures” its board. Jenny pretends not to notice at school, but you see it—the way people look at her like she’s holding a match in a room full of gasoline.

“You okay?” you ask her one night as you edit audio together, knees touching under the desk.

She nods. “I’ve been underestimated my whole life. This? This feels like taking that power back.”