Chapter 37

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37 Marcus “I’m thirty-five, an only child, originally from Staten Island, and I run a hedge fund,” I say smoothly, propping Emma’s phone on my desk while she stands in front of me with an evil little smirk on her rosebud lips. She’s clearly expecting me to be discomfited by her grandmother’s barrage of questions. Too bad for her I’ve honed my skills through dozens of interviews on live TV. “Really? What kind of hedge fund?” There’s a look of keen interest on Ted Walsh’s aged face. “I follow CNBC, you know.” I smile at him. “We focus on alpha generation under all market conditions, so it’s a mix of everything, from commodities to long-short equity to quant strategies. Lately, we’ve also been dabbling in some illiquid investments, including real estate and private equity.” “And how lon

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