Trump tells the story of being dragged by the nose to join Fred on his rounds collecting rents."We'd go on jobs where you needed tough guys to knock on doors," he says."My brother and I are probably the only sons of billionaires who can operate a D-10 Caterpillar." "I did less-than-glamorous internships in sweltering New York — the South of France wasn't an option," says Ivanka in her immaculate office next door to Don Jr.
"He was good-hit good-field: We had scouts from the Phillies to watch him, but he wanted to go to college and make real money."After graduating from Wharton, where his academic laurels have been grossly overstated through the years (he didn't finish first in his class or anywhere near it, and went altogether missing from the list of honors for the class of 1968), Trump began working for his old man in Brooklyn, but had little sustaining interest in low-rent units.It is hard to overstate the effect of the building on your sense of dimension and place.You walk into a lobby that is half-Vegas, half-Vatican, a vaulting altar of brass and obsidian that soars halfway to heaven, where they serve dark-roast."I had a lot of one-on-ones" with the 14-year-old Trump, adds Dobias, some of which got physical, both men say.Whatever it took to seize the eighth-grader's attention, Dobias seemed to turn him around.