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Every flat surface is adorned by his image: framed magazine glossies from Important Publications, none more so, at least per Trump, than the 1990 Trump offers me a seat by his mahogany desk. (There is also a bald eagle, the stuffed-animal version, for any preschool patriot who wanders in.) In an earlier sit-down, Trump had fought me to a standstill when I tried to draw him out about his past.

" says Donald Trump, having just stepped aboard his throne room of a plane and stopping by my seat to extend his hand. "I bought this from Paul Allen and gutted it top to bottom.

" calls Trump over his shoulder, leading me down the corridor to the cockpit.

Fred Trump, the second in a line of self-made magnates (his father, Friedrich, had earned his fortune in the Klondike gold rush, selling lodging, food, booze and possibly women to hordes of miners), was possessed of the singular family gift: He could see the future and beat everyone else to it."When the car was just coming out, houses had no garages," says Trump.

But in this, as in much of what Trump says, it's more about the broad strokes than the details.) week or so earlier, I'd been summoned to Trump's office at his glitter-bomb cathedral, Trump Tower.

"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.

Together with Eric, the third of Trump's kids by his first wife, Ivana Trump (he has two younger children by subsequent wives), his three grown offspring handle his vast portfolio of luxury hotels and resorts.

Polished and restrained where their father is flamboyant, they've nonetheless paid him the highest praise by enlisting in the family trade.