Meeting Donald Trump

Meeting with the Trump Family

Meeting Donald Trump

Lord please shine a light of hope

On those of us who fall behind

And when we stumble in the snow

Could you help us up while there's still time

Well I don't mean to be complainin', Lord

You've always seen me through

And I know you got your reasons

For each and every thing you do

But tonight outside my window

There's a lonesome mournful sound

And I just can't keep from thinkin'

‛Bout the ones the wolves pull down

Oh Lord keep me from bein'

The one the wolves pull down

~Garth Brooks, Wolves

Kaiba's POV

I smiled coolly at Donald Trump, the 64-year-old businessman who had invited me to the Plaza Hotel in New York, so we would discuss something very serious that had nothing to do with business ventures. I had been to New York before with Mokuba; it was in 2001, a few weeks after the September 11, 2001 attacks. I was devastated beyond belief that the terrorists would try to crush the American spirit. How could they get up the nerve to try something like that? I then made a promise to myself that the terrorists would never try to take over our land, or attack a united group of nations.

Well, in the days that followed, I was also impressed with the Americans going about the rebuilding process, as well as recovering too. It was now 2010, and I felt that things sure had changed — and in only 9 years, too. And, boy, was I right.

"So, Mr. Trump," I began as we sat across from each other in Trump Tower, feeling a little unsure about how to address him.

"Please, just call me Donald," he smiled.

Feeling much better, I then asked, "What is it you want to talk to me about, Donald?"

Donald then looked all businesslike. "Well, for starters, there's this economic crisis going on. I believe you've heard about that."

I nodded; I had heard all about it. Three years ago in 2007, there had been news reports of stocks falling in the stock market. Some people believed it was like the Great Depression all over again, what with the recession — that was their name for it — happening. Only this time, they called it "The Great Recession."

And it was kind of like the Great Depression of the 1930s. Only this was different. And things do change. I should know. I've read about the Great Depression in this big book I found one day. It's called Chronicle of the 20th Century and it was a great read.

However, I believed that if the Americans could rebuild and recover their spirits in the days following 9/11, they could surely handle a crisis like this. And I still do.

"Of course, Donald. Don't worry, I have more than enough money to support me and Mokuba, my little brother. So, we're fine."

"That's good, Mr. Kaiba," said Donald. "After all, you're a businessman, like myself. So, I know how you feel. Of course, I've been trying to store up enough money to support my family as well."