If You Don't Have Big Breasts, Put Ribbons on Your Pigtails by Bruce Littlefield & Barbara Corcoran

Author:Bruce Littlefield & Barbara Corcoran
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Real Estate - General, Motivational & Inspirational, Humor, Topic - Business and Professional, Women real estate agents, Women's studies, Business & Economics / Motivational, Careers - General, Business Organization, United States, Real Estate Administration, Real estate business, Self-Help, Advice on careers & achieving success, Biography, Women
Publisher: Portfolio Trade
Published: 2003-12-30T05:00:00+00:00

When everyone arrived at our office, we drank champagne and celebrated the first of what would be our thirty-six equal monthly payments of $55,555.55 each.

August 1994.

I gulped when I saw the caricature of Donald Trump on the cover of New York magazine, precariously hanging on to the ledge of a high-rise building. I was standing at a newsstand on the corner of Sixtieth and Madison as I read the bold headline:

TRUMP'S NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE

By the time I got to the office, Donald had already called once. When he called again, I carefully picked up the phone and said as cheerfully as I could, "Good morning, Donald."

Donalds voice barked into my ear. "How could you let Carrie and that Susan lady speak to a reporter? Can't you keep your girls in check over there! "

"Donald," I said, "you know I'm not in control of Carrie, you

know how she is. And as for Susan, she's young and inexperienced, and you cant fault her for that. But, personally, I think today's story makes you look great! In fact. I think it makes you look like a miracle worker—" Donald Trump didnt agree with my assessment and abruptly hung up the phone.

When the next check arrived, again by messenger, I signed for it and instructed Sylvia to send an even larger bouquet of flashv flowers. Two hours later, the bouquet arrived back at my office, returned by Mr. Trump's messenger. On the unopened envelope was scribbled. "Return to sender.'' I got a sick feeling in my stomach that things were about to get worse.

Things got worse. The next day. the summons and complaint arrived, claiming "breach of contract." Donald was suing us to cancel the $2 million commission (not yet paid) and to recover damages.

SUPREME COURT OF THE STATE OF NEW YORK COUNTY OF NEW YORK X

DONALD TRUMP,

Plaintiff,

-against-

THE CORCORAN GROUP, INC., BARBARA CORCORAN, CARRIE CHIANG and SUSAN CARA,

Defendants. X

60 Centre Street New York, New York May 20, 1996

BEFORE :HONORABLE IRA GAMMERMAN, JUSTICE

"Let's get a big guy!" Carrie said. "Dahnul not fair! We need a big lawyer." Susan agreed with Carrie, but Esther had already met with our regular attorney and, after reviewing the papers, he said he was confident he could win the case. Although I wanted to believe in his confidence, something gnawed at me after everyone left my office.

I opened my drawer, took out the New York magazine article, and found the passage that was echoing in my brain. Donald was quoted as saying, "You learn that either you're the toughest, meanest piece of shit in the world or you just crawl into a corner, put your finger in your mouth, and say, C I want to go home.'''

A chill ran up my spine.

After school. The kitchen table.

My brother Tommy was so upset he couldn't tell my mother what was wrong. "Well, you can't stay in here all day," Mom said. "You should be outside playing with the other boys."

"I don't want to," Tommy cried. "I don't want to go outside and see that kid again!"

"And what kid is that?" Mom asked, wiping Tommy's face with a cold washcloth.

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