Of course, all we want to know about when we first show up to meet The Ivanka are those two enormous new…Trump towers in Dubai. She intuits this, The Ivanka does, instantly whipping out photos and blueprints. “Hey, Darcy?” she says to her secretary. “Could you bring in that one-pager on our projects?” Darcy appears with a huge glossy poster. “These are just some of our projects,” says Ivanka. “I have thirty-three projects under my direct control. All over the world. My first week here—I started the Tuesday after Labor Day, and I was on a plane the following Tuesday to Dubai, to negotiate a deal for our towers. We literally locked ourselves in a conference room for three days, and we negotiated a deal to build seventeen towers. It’s so exciting!” There’s the Ivanka-led projects in Mexico, the Dominican Republic, and Hawaii. This one, a ninety-two-story one in Chicago, will be the tallest residential building in the world. “And this one,” she says, “was actually slated to be 150 stories and the largest building in the world, but the commercial market in Chicago went to shit.”

She continues on like this. It’s nine in the morning, and she’s been at it since five thirty. (This is a woman who once scheduled a photo shoot for six in the morning so she wouldn’t be late for work.)

“People say we’re, like, the kings and queens of superlatives,” she says. “But we do believe everything’s the Best and the Greatest and the Tallest and the Biggest.” Well, definitely the biggest.

She is drop-dead gorgeous, even sitting at her desk in a short (but buttoned-up) gray shirt-dress that the designer Kay Unger sent her (“Now I’m getting all this stuff”) and that, on anyone else, might actually look buttoned-up. Much has been made of the rack—just Google “Ivanka Trump” and “boobs” to see what we mean—but the stems (she’s five eleven) are equally impressive. When she stands, her legs just go on and on and on…

As does The Ivanka. In our first ten minutes together, she produces sketches and photos for Trump properties all over the planet, her plan for global domination in the real estate market, and an unprompted defense of all things Trump. Her new job with her dad is vice president of development and acquisitions.

She is 25.

“You know, people sometimes call my father cocky or egomaniacal.” (No. Your father? Get out!) “They use these sort of attributes, but I don’t know anyone who’s successful like him who isn’t cocky, who doesn’t have a big ego. To me, that’s negative only when you’re a braggart and you’ve got nothing to show for it. He has to believe every building he’s doing is the best building he’s ever done. That’s important to us. Like, that’s our vision as a company. If we didn’t view it as the best, we shouldn’t be building it. And that’s how we look at, you know, all the stuff we do.”

She takes a breath…then launches into a plan for the next phase of the Trump empire. Her father, she explains, doesn’t like to travel, never did. He was basically content dominating New York City. But the new generation of Trumps—Ivanka and her two brothers Donald Jr. and Eric—has no problem jetting off to places like Dubai. “With our branding as strong as it is, the only thing that limits what we can build is gravity and imagination.” Another (very brief) pause. “Our mission is to take the brand international and global and really grow it, not only outside of New York but outside of America and really around the world…” And so on. This mission is why she is starring in The Apprentice this season, she explains. “I’m not a clone, and I’m not a minion. But I really believe I have this incredible opportunity to take a brand that’s so strong—and it’s so strong because of him—and take it to the next level. That’s why I did The Apprentice. That has been, like, a great vehicle for us. But I have no interest in being a ‘television star.’ ” She utters the phrase with great disdain. “I’ve been asked to do all sorts of other shows—you know, stupid stuff—but ultimately they do nothing for the brand. They do nothing to advance my ultimate goal of becoming a great developer.”

This is perhaps not the best time to ask whether the boobs are real.

And anyway: Embrace it. This isn’t Paris Hilton or any of the other tabloid twits. This is an American heiress who does not “dance on tables without underwear,” as Ivanka herself puts it. Who graduated summa cum laude from Wharton! Who actually works for a living!

“I look at my brothers and myself and I’m, like, really proud of the fact that nobody’s, like, totally fucked-up. Nobody’s a drug addict, nobody’s driving around chasing women, snorting coke. There’s something amazing about that. And you know, this isn’t to pat myself on the back, but I could be a lot worse.”

Ivanka also wants me to know that she only does interviews if she thinks it is going to “advance the brand.” Much discussion ensues over what she will and won’t do for publicity. She doesn’t like “to be shadowed” by a writer. She’s not “an entertainer.” She’s doing Leno next week, but “that’s not really me.” (It’s brand advancement.) What is her: presiding over real estate deals. But: “I hate having people sit in on meetings. And obviously I can’t have you in a deal negotiation, because then people will posture and make my life more difficult than it is. But we’ll figure it out,” she coos, in that voice that is both sultry and über-confident.