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From: Jean Luc Brunel
Sent: 3/8/2011 9:08:46 PM
To: Jeffrey Epstein [jeevacation@gmail.com]
Subject: Re:

Importance: High

This is not bad

On 3/8/11 3:47 PM, "Jeffrey Epstein" wrote:

Jeffrey and Ghislaine: Notes on New York's Oddest Alliance

by Vicky Ward
March 8, 2011, 2:30 PM
"I've got a story idea for you. The rebuilding of Indonesia. Or New Orleans. Or both. Go there. I've just been.
You will never think the same way about anything again."
So spoke not Bill or Melinda Gates, but Ghislaine Maxwell, the 48-year-old woman being written up
everywhere at the moment as the alleged "procurer" of young women for billionaire Jeffrey Epstein.
Epstein, 57, is the financier who spent a year in jail on charges of soliciting prostitutes—and now there is talk of
another investigation because various women, now in their twenties and thirties, have come forward with
allegations that he molested them when they were under-age. The allegations first surfaced in British
newspapers, which have zeroed in on Epstein's friendship with Prince Andrew, who has recently tried to
publicly disassociate himself from his old pal.
I wrote a piece for Vanity Fair in 2003 called "The Talented Mr. Epstein." It was largely a business piece that
focused on his mysterious exit from Bear Stearns in 1981, his close relationships with Jimmy Cayne, Les
Wexner, the chairman of Limited Brands, and above all, the man who claimed to be his mentor, Steven Jude
Hoffenberg, who is currently serving a 20-year-jail sentence for bilking investors in Towers Financial out of
$450 million.

The piece alluded to Epstein's great friendship with Maxwell, and how she introduced him to young women
with whom he had sexual relationships. But, in the end, the story didn't really go there, focusing instead on the
issue that remains a mystery—how Jeffrey made his money, and how Ghislaine made hers.

This is not to say I didn't hear stories about the girls. I did. But, not knowing quite who to believe, I
concentrated on the intriguing financial mystery instead. But now the women have come back. Not the same
ones, different ones. And their stories are bone-chilling. Journalists from England have phoned—and, in one
case, flown—to ask me about Epstein and Maxwell. Who is he? And the British, especially, want to know: Who
is she? At this point, I am so bored of repeating myself to others—it was, after all, my 2003 Vanity Fairstory
that really brought him into the limelight—that I have decided to write about this myself.

Bizarrely, perhaps, I have gotten to know Jeffrey and Ghislaine far better after my piece than before it. I kept
running into both of them, separately, at parties. Jeffrey is not a social animal so he usually has a couple of
young women with him who stand two feet behind him, as if serving a monarch. "Do they speak?" I remember
asking him once, nodding at his lookalike blondes. He laughed. "Not like you, Vicky," was his riposte.

I remembered that when we'd once discussed math—in particular, an isosceles triangle—and I revealed I hadn't
studied math since I was 14 (such is, or was, the way of the British educational system), I received a package at
home via messenger. It was a book: "Math for idiots."

So he is not without humor, even though he doesn't drink or smoke, and hates restaurants.

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