Book1:TeDream-Maker
senthimselfatthebank,heshouldbereceivedwiththegreatestpromptnessandrespect.Shedidn’tknowwhoDimitriJawasandMr.Kaffeedidnoteborate;butshecertainlyhadnotexpectedhimtobeadirty,ragged,homelessperson!Shepushedthenumber24andtheelevatorshotup. "Hisofficeisoopfloor?" 9 "Yes,sir" "Soismine.” "Whatdidyousay?" "Eh...Nothing...It’sjustadream...Imean..." Ileendisdaiosaymore.Steppingoutoftheelevator,shehesitatedforamomentbeforetheluxurioussuiteMr.Kaffeeusedforspecialguests.Shethoughtitwastoograndforthishomelessperson,sosheusheredhimtothesmallwaitingroomadjoiningheroffice. "Pleasebeseated.Mr.Kaffeewillbeinginhisprivatehelicopteranyminutenow.”Theaboutherownaidhimnomoreattention. Mr.Fingershowedupagain.Hedandsomersaultedo,lushcarpetlikeatruantschoolboypyinginthegrass.Therutteredaboutasarrogantlyasabigshot.Heleaptupthewindowsilndlookeddownatthegrandiose,panoramicviewspreadoutbelow,etedthatthisspectacurbuildingwithitsmagnifitviewallbeloohim.Itwastoogoodtobetrue!Meanwhile,Ileen’svoicewasraisedhaughtilyinaphonefereDimitripaidhertention.Hismindwasattractedbytheminiaturemodelofasevehturysailboatonthecoffeetablebeforehim,thinkingthatitwouldbemarvelousiftheboatwasreandhecouldsairoundtheworldinit.Hecouldtougthedelicateartwork,whoseeverydetailwassominutelycarvedoutandthefiguressolife-likeintheirposesthathecouldalmostimaginehimselfjumpingaboardaingsail.Justthen,acoldvoice, "Pleasedon’ttouchit!It’sanexpensivepieceofantique,onlytobelookedat.”Dimitrijumped