Faith Kates "Retires" After Being Exposed In The Epstein Emails

0:00What's up everyone and welcome to another episode of the Epstein Chronicles. In this article, we're going to talk about next model management co-founder Faith Kates and how she's been forced to step back or retire now in the wake of the Epstein emails becoming available for a public consumption. And now Faith Kates, who was very, very close to Jeffrey Epstein for a very long time, and now Faith Kates is dealing with that blowback. So what we're going to do first is read this article from the New York Post, it's relatively short, and then we'll follow that up with my opinion. But first things first, let's get to the article. This article was published by the New York Post and the headline. Next model management co-founder Faith Kates retires after Jeffrey Epstein emails resurface. This article was authored by Carlos Greer. Next model co-founder Faith Kates is the latest female powerhouse to take a hit amid the Jeffrey Epstein files. We're told Kates, who co-founded the modeling agency in 1989, quietly exited the company via a grammatically challenged email on November

1:0424 after her friendly emails with the peto resurfaced. In the email obtained by page 6, Kates wrote, 36 years after starting next by accident, I've decided it's the right moment to step back and retire from a job I love. She attributed her decision to being a 30-year cancer survivor who now wants to step back in order to give back the foundation that I've been working with for the past years, now at a critical point, and now with the assistance of AI and the brilliant doctors we have been working with, we will be able to diagnose gyneological diseases sooner and save so many lives she wrote. She concluded by telling next, I'll be cheering you on from the sidelines. An industry source told page 6 that she was forced out and is now spinning it as if she retired, but it's no coincidence that it's happening while her name is being riddled through all of the currently released Epstein files they said. Another baffled insider explained Kates' decision to

2:05characterize her departure as retirement was hers and hers alone. A spokesperson for the modeling agency did not comment. Kates' resurfaced Epstein emails are from 2017, two years before the billionaire was arrested on federal sex trafficking charges that landed him awaiting trial in jail. He was found dead of an apparent suicide two months after the arrest, and one email, Epstein and drops honeycomb hedge fund founder David Faisel and Trump while discussing Thanksgiving plans. Scroll further down the email chain in Kates' gushes about how she always wants to see Epstein and ask when he's back in NYC. We're told Epstein was seen around the next offices in the Outs, but he just seemed like some dude no one knew him the source said. Kates did not get back to us. All right, so there's the story now, my opinion. In a move that is so overdue, it's practically fossilized. Faith Kates has finally stepped down from her perch of pretend innocence.

3:07The resignation letter should have been written in crayon years ago, but hey, better late than never, right? I mean, you could almost set your watch to the rhythm of Epstein enablers trying to outrun the consequences. TikTok, TikTok, someone else with their fingerprints all over this horror show tries to slip out the back door like a drunk sneaking out of a motel at sunrise after a questionable night of being a dirty stayout. It's the same pathetic parade every time. First they say nothing, then they swear innocence, then I'm stepping down statement comes slithering out like a rat escaping a burning warehouse. Faith Kates spent years swanning around the industry like she was the queen of decency in class, when anyone with a functioning prefrontal cortex could smell the rot three blocks away. The people who defended her would say that she was misunderstood, pressed for time, too busy running an empire to notice her buddy Jeffrey trafficking children. Alright, because that's the kind of detail you just miss, like forgetting your keys or leaving your headlights on overnight. The selective blindness routine has worn out its welcome like your drunk

4:12uncle at Thanksgiving who won't stop telling fart jokes. These are the same people who would swear on a stack of Bibles that the Titanic merely experienced some unexpected water intake, clowns, but a lot of them. Spinning bullshit like a tilt the world operator who lost the manual years ago. And now, after these newly unearthed emails have bludgeoned their way into the public arena, like a drunk and rhino on roller skates, the jig is up. The PR machine couldn't puff enough perfume over the corpse to hide that stench. Even the most creative spin artist working over time with a tasaurus, a blowtorch, and a barrel of rubriz couldn't salvage this wreckage. And these emails didn't just expose a crack in her armor, they blew a crater in her chest plate, and scattered the shards across the floor. When the truth lands like an anvil dropped off a skyscraper, the cartoon characters get flattened. And Faith is lying there like Wiley Hyode holding a smoking bundle of dynamite blinking in disbelief that it actually went off. Faith Cates didn't

5:16step down because of integrity, she stepped down because even she could see the title way forming on the horizon with her name spraypainted across it and six foot tall letters. This is what happens when the damn breaks and the sewage finally washes back over the people who built the pipeline. And now she's scrambling, pretending this was part of her plan transition like any of us believe that corporate fairy tale. Nobody wakes up on a random Tuesday and decides they're done with power, unless someone's kicking in the door with subpoenas. And folks, always tell you they try the same playbook, deny, distract, deflect, demand sympathy, you can set your clock to the predictability, but this time the universe said sorry sweetheart we're doing some accountability today. It's the same exhausted script the audience has seen a thousand times. They shuffle out like actors in a school play who never learn their lines, desperately hoping that if they cry hard enough someone's gonna pat them on the back and tell them that they're still loved. Newsflash, nobody's clapping nobody's fooled and nobody's offering your bitch-ass

6:19tissues. You would think that after spending years in the Epstein orbit she would have built some fireproofing into her exit plan. But here we are once again watching another self-appointed Titan of Power sprint for the door like someone who just realized their debit card got declined in front of a full line at the grocery store. This shit is almost a experience in its stupidity because look these emails they're devastating not because we didn't know but because they ripped away the last little shred of plausible deniability and now suddenly she's resigned for personal reasons. Is that what we're calling I don't want to get called out on the carpet now. The euphemisms they invent could fill itself help aisle transitioning to new opportunities stepping back to focus on family translation running like a bat out of hell while shredding documents and calling lawyers at 2am. Personal reasons my ass. The only personal reason here is self-preservation wrapped in panic sweat. There's always this frantic rush to rewrite the past after the mass

7:21melts off. These people act shocked, stunned, horrified. Like they just discovered Epstein wasn't a misunderstood financier but an industrial-scale predator. With a bunch of enablers who conveniently looked the other way while caching the checks. They clutch their pearls and they insist they had no idea and the rest of us scream into the void asking how blind you have to be to miss a freight train covered in screaming red flags. Faith Cates built a reputation on power, influence, and connections. Oh baby did she ever. Those connections are exactly what's strangling her now. Turns out those Epstein friendships don't age so well in the sunlight. Shocking, absolutely shocking. Who could have ever predicted that? The shit is almost poetic. The very network that once made her untouchable is now dragging her face first through the mud with a chain around her ankle. And let's be real. This isn't a resignation. It's a pre-negotiated strategic evacuation executed with a grace of a penguin

8:22falling down a staircase. She's trying to jump off the sinking ship before the barnacles start testifying. Can you imagine these crisis meetings? Sweaty-ass boardroom faces, lawyers with dead-ass eyes, sandwords like optics, and containment strategy. As the reality sets in, that the house of cards is collapsing. And when the wave hits and it will hit, it won't be a cute little splash. We're talking tsunami-level destruction, window shattering, foundations collapsing, and every secret sealed under concrete suddenly floating to the surface like bloated corpses after a flood. No one survives a wave like that by ducking. You either face it or you get rolled. And faith is about to learn what drowning feels like in slow motion. Watching these dominoes continue to fall is like binge-watching a morbid reality show where every episode ends with another monster pretending to be shocked that the monster hunting squad finally found their front door. Cue their dramatic violins, fade to black, roll credits.

9:26Meanwhile, the audience is sitting on their couch eating popcorn saying, oh hell yeah, run that ship back. Because keeping it a buck, the idea that she didn't know what Epstein was really doing isn't just laughable, it's galaxy-level absurd. It's like claiming you didn't realize the guy you carpool with every morning has a chainsaw dripping blood in the back seat. Oh that, I thought he was doing lumber work. You don't have to be Sherlock Holmes to connect the dots that were screaming from the rooftops and neon lighting. She sees what's coming, they all do. The waterline has been rising slowly, but now the sirens are blaring and even the most stubborn rats are leaping from the deck. Nobody's waiting around to see how the investigation unfolds. They're grabbing lifeboats, duct-taping holes, and praying at gods, they stop believing in decades ago, and in all the madness and the disgustingness, what's beautiful here is the poetic justice. For years the survivors were dismissed, minimized and silenced. Now the enablers are being peeled off,

10:27one by one, like wallpaper, in a flooded basement. No defense attorney in the world can stop that, accountability is patient, and it's finally found it stride, and this is in cancel culture, it's consequence culture. Faith wanted to control the narrative, Faith wanted to decide how history would remember her, but history is rewriting itself now, and spoiler alert, the chapter title isn't very flattering. You don't get to curate your legacy once the crime spill into daylight at best, you get a footnote under enabler. And when the wave hits the shore, and now that the wave is hit the shore, it didn't bring sand in seashells, it brought wreckage, subpoenas, and the sound that thousands of people say, and we told you, we always told you. And for the first time in a protected little empire, Faith Gates is going to learn what it feels like when the emperor has no clothes, and the crowd isn't afraid to say it out loud. All of the information that goes with this episode can be found in the description box.