THE COUPLE WHO DINED WITH THE DEVIL

Meet the Dubins.

Before Jeffrey Epstein was a national disgrace, before “Lolita Express” became an unprintable phrase in polite company, Glenn Dubin was the kind of man financial journalists fawned over. The co-founder of Highbridge Capital Management—a hedge-fund empire so lucrative JPMorgan Chase paid roughly $1.3 billion for a majority stake in 2004—Dubin was Wall Street nobility. He had the yachts, the Hamptons address, and the résumé of a man who’d never heard the word no.

His wife, Dr. Eva Andersson-Dubin, came from a different orbit: Miss Sweden 1980, an oncologist, a philanthropist who founded the Dubin Breast Cancer Center at Mount Sinai. The kind of figure New York magazines love to canonize between perfume ads. She also happened to be Jeffrey Epstein’s ex-girlfriend.

That’s not gossip. It’s public record. Court filings, flight logs, and an email to Epstein’s probation officer confirm the Dubins stayed close long after Eva’s romance with him ended. In 2009, Eva wrote that the family was “100% comfortable” having Epstein around their children. Epstein was still a “beloved family friend,” invited into their homes in Manhattan and Palm Beach—even after he registered as a sex offender.

If that sentence doesn’t give you whiplash, read it again.

THE $1.3 BILLION BUBBLE

The Highbridge sale to JPMorgan was more than a buyout—it was a baptism. The deal washed Glenn Dubin in institutional legitimacy, turning him into the kind of billionaire whose checkbooks open doors faster than subpoenas close them.

When JPMorgan’s compliance department later came under fire for maintaining Epstein’s accounts—after his first conviction—the irony was thick enough to spread on toast. The same bank that bought Dubin’s fortune later settled allegations it failed to monitor Epstein’s transactions, paying hundreds of millions to Epstein’s victims and the U.S. Virgin Islands. Different desks, same institution, same smell of rot.

Money doesn’t confess; it compounds.

THE GIRL WHO SPOKE

Virginia Giuffre, Epstein’s most consistent accuser, said Epstein instructed her to have sex with Glenn Dubin while she was still a teenager.

Dubin called it “demonstrably false.” Eva Dubin said Virginia had been “like a daughter.” They filed affidavits swearing that Giuffre had babysat their kids, that she was family, that no line was crossed.

But those defenses only deepen the unease. In Epstein’s world, friendship and exploitation were never separate categories—they were stages in the same performance. If you’re still serving Thanksgiving dinner to a man you know preys on girls, you don’t need to touch anyone to be complicit. You just need to set the table.

THE BANK THAT KNEW TOO MUCH

JPMorgan finally settled its Epstein-related lawsuits in 2023, paying $290 million to victims and $75 million to the U.S. Virgin Islands for oversight failures. The language was antiseptic: failures of monitoring, deficiencies in due diligence. What it really meant was that Epstein’s money smelled so much like Dubin’s, the bank didn’t notice—or didn’t want to.

Highbridge had already been folded into the corporate bloodstream, another arm of the same organism that kept Epstein liquid. The institutions were indistinguishable: the hedge fund that built the fortune, the bank that bought it, the predator who leveraged both.

You can’t build that kind of ecosystem without a moral vacuum at its core.

THE PRICE OF RESPECTABILITY

The Dubins have never been charged. They still attend galas. Their names still adorn hospital wings. That’s how power works in America—it launders itself through philanthropy. Epstein knew it; he practiced it. The Dubins perfected it.

When reporters uncovered that Epstein had donated to Eva’s breast-cancer center, Mount Sinai said the funds had been “appropriately used.” According to Business Insider, Eva even arranged a foundation mechanism that allowed Epstein to donate anonymously. Appropriate is a polite word for indefensible but non-refundable.

In the end, Glenn Dubin’s genius wasn’t finance—it was insulation. He sold a fund to JPMorgan and bought invisibility. He transformed proximity to a predator into an administrative misunderstanding. And because the system rewards discretion over decency, it worked.

WHAT REMAINS

Every scandal needs its villain, but Epstein didn’t operate in isolation. He was enabled by a constellation of polished professionals who mistook reputation for virtue. Glenn and Eva Dubin were two of its brightest stars: a doctor and a financier who proved that corruption doesn’t always arrive in handcuffs—it sometimes wears a tuxedo and gives to cancer research.

The Highbridge sale made them untouchable; Epstein’s death made them untouchably uncomfortable. The rest is silence, money, and sealed depositions.

For now.

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