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starring in it, and we want to see her. I already know she’ll be terrific—
she’s a natural.
I return twelve calls in rapid succession, most of them concerning my
different properties in New York and Florida. Each time, I ask what the

problem is, and we get to it immediately. I like to keep a handle on all my
properties, and the problems are to be expected. The time I worry the most
is when there aren’t any problems. That’s usually the result of
misinformation or wishful thinking on someone’s part.
Here’s one of my greatest wishes: I would like a computer chip that I
could attach to the brains of all my contractors so they’d know exactly
what I wanted, when I wanted it, and at what price. This would save me a

lot of time, a lot of phoning, and a lot of yelling.
3:00P.M. I take a walk over to Trump Park Avenue, my new
superluxury building on Park Avenue and Fifty-ninth Street. This was the
former Delmonico Hotel, which has historical merit, and the location is
about as prime as you can get in New York. It’s a prize building, and I
make almost daily visits to see how it’s progressing. I visit Laura

Cordovano in the sales office, then check out the construction. They are
taking too long, and the lobby doesn’t look up to my standards yet. They
get an earful, and they deserve it. When my name is on something, it’d
better be great. Could it be any simpler?
It’s funny, the reaction I get from people when I walk down the street
and get recognized. Sometimes it’s a double take, sometimes there’s no
acknowledgment, but often it’s a wave and a familiar and friendly Hi,

Donald! from total strangers. It still takes me by surprise. Once I was
stuck in a horrible traffic jam in my limousine, and I had a few members
of Mark Burnett’s team with me, so I decided to try an experiment. It was
one of those traffic jams where we hadn’t moved an inch in ten minutes,
and tempers were red-hot, with taxi drivers yelling and everyone else as

well, and every car seemed to have its horn on permanent full blast. I
decided to step out of my limousine and just stand there in the middle of
this chaos. The reaction? At first, dead silence. Then the fuming drivers
and passengers started waving and shouting Donald! It’s The Donald! Hi,
Donald! I had to laugh. At least we had some relief from the honking
horns for a few minutes.
4:00P.M. Back in my office. I make a call downstairs, as I’d noticed
some of the lobby door handles weren’t as polished as I’d like them to be.