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Marcus
The storm is still raging outside when my alarm goes off at 5:30 a.m., so I send an email directing everyone at the fund to work from home, and then I get up to do the same. Geoffrey has the day off, but he prepped today’s meals in advance, and it takes mere minutes to warm the quiche he made and down it with a cup of coffee before heading into my home office.
As I answer emails and go over research reports, my thoughts turn to Emma again. They said on the news some areas of Queens and Brooklyn have lost power. Could that have happened in her neighborhood? In general, how is she faring in her basement studio? Something like a foot of snow has already fallen, enough to block that just-above-the-ground window in her apartment.
Could she be stuck there in the dark, without elect
