Book1:TeDream-Maker

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    "Hi!Howd’yado?I’mMikeKeilly.”

    "Hi!Gdtomeetyou．Youmustbethegreatrealestatemag．I’mDimitri.”

    "Gdtomeetyoutoo．What’syourlineofbusiness?"

    "Idon’treallydomuch．Justloafaroundandpyalittlewithstocks.”

    "YoumustbeoheWallStreetmoversandshakers.”

    "Whyso?"

    "BecauseonlymajortsofWorldBankalloverthenationwereionight.Someflewinespeciallyforit．IknewpresidentKaffeewasagreatoneforbusiness,butIneverdreamedhewasinforcharityaswell.”Hemovedovertoohehand-dryingmaesandtinued．"Iwonderwhyheisonight．It’simpolitenottoshowupathisownfund-raisingfun，especiallywhenthe