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Copyright Â© 2012 by Jeffrey Robinson
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is a work of fiction. The novel's characters are purely products of the author's imagination. All incidents and dialogue are completely fiction. Where real-life historical figures, organizations, businesses or public figures appear, the situations, incidents and dialogue concerning those persons, organizations or businesses are entirely fictional and not intended to depict actual events or to change the entirely fictional nature of this work. In all other respects, any resemblance to persons living or dead is entirely coincidental. The real-life organizations, businesses and public figures who appear in the work have not endorsed and have not approved any aspect or part of this fictional work, and no such endorsement or approval should be inferred.
Designed by Jeff Williams
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Robinson, Jeffrey, 1945â
Trump Tower : a novel / Jeffrey Robinson.
ISBN 978-1-59315-736-4 (e-Book) 1. Trump Tower (New York, N.Y.)âFiction. 2. Rich peopleâNew York (State)âNew YorkâFiction. I. Title.
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List of Characters
Mr. and Mrs. Prakash Advani and daughter, Amvi
(40th and 41st floors)
(19th floor), owner of Scarpe Pietrasanta shoe company
(59th floor), model and former face of Chanel and Dior
Mme. Odette de La Chabrillan
(58th floor), French cinema star from the 1940s
Tina Lee Cove and David Cove
(45th and 46th floors), traders in distressed cargoes
(41st and 42nd floors), longtime, wealthy resident
(39th floor), Hollywood agent
(31st floor), television sitcom star
Dr. Robert Gildenstein and Dr. Susan O'Malley
(37th floor), married, orthopedic surgeons
Alicia Melendez (Haynes) and Carson Haynes
(52nd floor), she's the anchor of
News Four New York
; he's a former tennis player, now cochairman of First Ace Capital
Ricky Lips and his son, Joey
(32nd floor), rock star/bass player with the British group “Still Fools”
Roberto “EspiritÃº” Santos and his mother
(61st floor), center fielder, New York Yankees
Trump Tower Staff
vice president and general manager
building engineer, maintenance
head of security
director of operations at Trump Organization
assistant to the director of operations
onald Trump only thinks he rules Trump Tower
Pierre Belasco reminded himself of that every morning as he stepped into his antique-filled office.
But he doesn't
He was always tempted to say that out loud.
Because I do
But he couldn't say it, and he wouldn't say itâeven though he knew it was trueânot to anyone, not even as a joke. After all, he'd been raised in a business where the first rule in the list of The Ruler's Rules is . . .
. . . ultimate discretion.
He'd just come in and hadn't even had his coffee yet. “Tanya?”
An attractive redhead in a black Trump Tower concierge uniform was standing in the doorway. “I'm afraid there is a very irate young gentleman . . .”
Belasco pushed the large, high-backed, ornate chair away from the eighteenth-century Louis XV table that he used as a desk, straightened his dark blue suit, and was about to follow her out to the small reception area when Tommy Seasonsâcurrently the toast of Broadway in the smash revival of
Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf
âbarged in wearing faded jeans, a tight black T-shirt, and a very weary up-all-night expression.
“Get your thrills dude,” he said, “then tell the slut she can't do that to Tommy.”
“And what is it exactly,” Belasco asked quietly, “that Madame has done to Mr. Seasons?”
“What is it exactly,” he mimicked Belasco's slight accent. “You mean, what did Mr. Seasons do to Madame? Well, exactly, he said,
. You know what that means? Ask Madame. And fuck you, too, dude.”
With that, the actor, widely acclaimed as the next Richard Burton, stormed out of the residents' foyer and disappeared down Fifty-Sixth Street.
Tanya seemed shocked. “Did you understand . . .”
Belasco told her, “Make certain that he does not go back upstairs.”
She asked again, “But did you . . .”
“Yes,” he said, waited for her to leave, then went to the French sideboard behind his deskâwhere he kept his three favorite Ming ginger jarsâopened the drawer on the left, took out a small, brown leather pouch and put it in his pocket.
Turning to the large French cherry-wood Louis XV armoire along the far wall, he unlocked the doors with a small metal key. Built inside was a huge safe with a digital combination lock and a card reader. He took his card-key out of his pocket, inserted it in the slot, then punched in his eight-digit code.
The door clicked open, electronically registering that he now had access to the contents.
On the left there was a bank of computer hard drives, which served as the secondary backup for all the security cameras in the Tower, plus the office phone logs. On the right there was a grid with several hundred keys, each lying in their own little slot, each electronically tagged so that as soon as one was removed, a digital time and date stamp would show that the key had been taken out. Another digital time and date stamp also noted when the key was returned.
He took two keys from the slot labeled “Benson-59,” put them in his pocket, shut the safe, relocked the armoire, and left his office.
One of the three elevators was waiting. He told Tomas, the uniformed operator, “Fifty-nine, please.”