Meredith sat down at her computer. She opened a document & began to peruse it.
All Melania had said was that she wanted something that would "Talk about what I do before, you know, the modeling, is hard work. Be sure to talk about the kids. Oh, and be sure show Donald respect! Lots of respect. And don't work too hard. He want good value, you know."
Where would she find it?
"Hmmm....Matt & John seem to have done a reasonably thorough job...Praise of Donald that is sufficiently grandiose not to offend him, yet leavened with a touch of humor so that he actually seems human..." "References to her college degree...best left unchecked, I think...referring to her caviar-infused cosmetic line as "the heart of the American entrepreneur," strike that..."
Now, she bears down to work. Opens Google.
"Modeling & Hard Work".
Hmmmm...Nothing useful there.
"Respect & Donald Trump"
Hm. Those articles aren't exactly...on point.
Meredith scratches her head. Pauses. Thinks.
"Respect and Value and Children and Presidency."
This, she laughed. The last thing they'd want:
"We were raised with so many of the same values: that you work hard for what you want in life; that your word is your bond & you do what you say you're going to do; that you treat people with dignity & respect, even if you don't agree with them. We set out to build lives guided by these values, & pass them on to the next generation. Because we want our children to know that the only limit to the height of your achievements is the reach of your dreams & your willingness to work for them."
Melania's head jutted through the corniced golden doorway: "Donald want to know if you are finished yet? He say 15 minutes more, pay less."
With a decisive nod, Meredith scrolled over the text, clicked 'Copy' & clicked 'Paste.'
She looked at Melania breathlessly: "It's done."
"You got all in? Even big things?"
She responded with a widespread, gleaming smile: "Melania, it's perfect."
