Trump: How to Get Rich

About six months later, I saw the businesswoman at a gallery and she confronted me. Donald, she said, I hear you’ve been spreading rumors all over town about me. It’s terrible what you’ve done, and the rumors about me and [X] aren’t true. Can you imagine me going out with him? After listening to her accusations and denials for fifteen minutes, I realized she is one of the greatest salespeople I have ever known, because if I had not heard her voice on that answering machine tape, I would have completely believed her. She told me she couldn’t believe people would even think she would go out with my friend. Why would I want to? What did he have? Give me a break!

I figured that was the end of it, but then I realized that my friend had not called me in some time. I was wondering how he was doing, so I phoned him to say hello. He wasn’t in and didn’t return my call. I phoned again, and again he didn’t call back. I was worried, so I called a third time and a fourth time. No response.

Later, I found out that his wife had blamed me for the entire affair. She thought I had introduced him to this woman. Apparently, she told him that if he ever spoke to me again, she would divorce him.

It turns out he had used me as a scapegoat. The funny thing is, I wouldn’t have minded and would have helped him out and played along if he’d had the decency, as a good friend, to call me and say, Look, I have a problem. Can I blame it on you? Even if it meant he wouldn’t have been able to see me or speak to me again, I would have accepted it and been glad to have helped keep his marriage together. But he never made that call to me. He did everything without an explanation.

Now when I see him at a restaurant or an event, nothing is said. But he knows, and I know.

I heard he was still suffering through his marriage. As a means of reconciliation, he bought his wife some tremendous jewelry. Apparently, she made him return it because it wasn’t big enough or expensive enough. He had to go back and buy her something even bigger and better.

Page Six, My Way

The New York Post is a popular daily newspaper in this city. I read it every day, as do lots of other people. It contains a two-page spread called Page Six, which is not located on page six but is a must-read. Over the years it’s been edited by a highly talented guy named Richard Johnson. He’s got insight into everything, and he knows more about what’s going on in New York than anyone I know. For better or for worse, I make Page Six a lot. I hope the day never comes when they don’t find me interesting enough to mention. Meanwhile, here’s my version of Page Six for my readers, so you’ll be up on the latest.

With Richard Johnson of Page Six fame.

I’m sure a lot of you have heard of Ivana, my first wife, who christened me The Donald and launched a thousand missiles—I mean smiles—in my direction. Well, I’m happy to report that she’s doing well and at this moment is in the south of France, having, I hope, a great time. We are on good terms and speak often. We are still neighbors in New York City, and with three incredible children to share, we consider ourselves to be very fortunate people and good friends.

Marla,my second wife, is living in Los Angeles and is as beautiful as ever. Our daughter, Tiffany, is now ten years old, and continues to charm everything and everyone in sight. I don’t see her as much as I’d like, but every minute is worth a bundle when I do.

With the exquisite Melania Knauss.

I’ve spent the last five years with the exquisite Melania Knauss, a model from Slovenia. Anyone who has ever met her will never forget it. She’s just as beautiful on the inside as she is on the outside. Despite her great beauty, she is a very calm and soothing person who has brought a sense of stability to my very turbulent life. I am lucky to be with her!

My eldest son,Don Jr., joined The Trump Organization in September 2001 and has already proven himself to be a valuable member of our team. He, like me, graduated from the Wharton School at the University of Pennsylvania, and has since decided to join the family business and see what he can learn from his father. He’s a good guy and will be a successful one, too.

Ivanka, my eldest daughter, is currently attending the Wharton School. She has already had a successful modeling career and is a heartbreaker in every way. She will do well no matter what she does.

With my daughter Ivanka and my son Eric at Georgetown University.

Eric,my youngest son, is at Georgetown University and doing well. We have great expectations for him, and since he’s already six feet six inches tall, that shouldn’t prove to be a problem. He, like Don Jr., is an avid outdoorsman.

With Don Jr. and Eric at the Mar-a-Lago Club in Palm Beach, Florida.

I remain very close to my brother Robert and to my sisters, Maryanne and Elizabeth. All are thriving, successful, and productive.