The Chauffeur ( # 44 ) Seattle

By PABLO DIABLO

right of first publication 2019

CHAPTER 1

Jill and I got dressed quickly for the ‘ launching date’. Neither one of the participant knew ahead of sentence that they had already met their dinner date. That was my own little joke, at to the lowest degree it was funny in my head. When I told Jill about it, I got a huge eyeroll and a wag of her head.

As usual, Dakota had everything set up. The limo arrived at the perfect time, complete with Fred driving. Jill whispered in my ear that she felt better having Fred be our Chauffeur. I, of trend, just agreed with her.

I stayed conservative in my apparel. I wore a short sleeved collared shirt and a duet of overnice denim. Jill wore a denim wench and a cute blouse, that I wanted to select off her as it highlighted her beautiful contours.

We went to Heidi Longmire’s household first. I decided to do that for guard reasons. If they don’t hit it off or she feels uncomfortable then he wouldn’t know where she lived. Since she is an agent for the FBI, she had access code to information about him that he probably didn’t even have it away was available.

When we got to Heidi’s house, I got out and went to the figurehead doorway. It was a nice clean theater. The yard was mowed, and she had a precious little flowerbed against the front lining of the star sign. One thing I did observance was that she had no turgid trees. She had a couple of bushes but no bombastic trees.

I rang the doorbell and heard her shout, “ clench on, I’m coming, ” she said. Of course, in my head, the trick of ‘ not yet you’re not’about her coming came to the strawman of my stunned wit. I chuckled to myself. I heard her unlock the door and the deadbolt before she opened the door.

When she did spread the straw man door, there stood before me a beautifully slim down athletic char. She was wearing a pair of dress jeans and a nice blouse. In my header, I didn’t know what was going on, but I wouldn’t mind seeing her out of the blouse, but alas I knew that was not going to happen.

She took a twosome of mo to lock the front door back up, including the deadbolt.

“ You can never be too careful, ” she said to me putting her key into the bolt lock.

“ There, all locked up. Shall we go ? ” Heidi says to me.

I put my arm out for her to grab onto and we walk down her paseo to the limo. Fred has the door open and is standing waiting for us. Heidi gets in beginning then me. Since I wasn’t for sure if Heidi knew my married woman or not, I did introductions.

“ Jill, this is federal agent Heidi Longmire, but this night she is just Heidi Longmire, ” I say causing Jill to again give me an eye curlicue. However, it did get a giggle from Heidi. I thought to myself, ahh a new interview for my ridiculous jokes.

“ Heidi, this is my gorgeous wife, Jill, ” I say. They both exchange pleasantries.

Fred shuts the threshold and off we go. Heidi’s FBI oddment is starting to show.

“ So how do you know that I’ll like this guy ? ” She asks.

“ Um, let’s call it a hunch, ” I tell her trying to be cagy, but she is a professional inquisitor, so I must watch my step.

“ Do I get any hints on what he looks like ? ” She asks.

“ Well, he has two eyes, one nose, and a twain of backtalk, ” I tell her as I see Jill’s eyes pealing again. I’m having fun, but I think Jill might have seen this act before.

“ OH WOW, two eyes you say ? That must make him extra. Any other characteristic you care to plowshare ? ” She asks obviously playing along.

“ wellspring let’s see, yeah, he puts his bloomers on one leg at a time and he wears shoes, ” I say to her causing her to laugh.

“ hell, this is fun. I haven’t even met the guy and already its good than my live on two dates, ” Heidi says. This causes Jill to now jump off into the conversation.

“ Heidi, secernate me, how hard is it for someone like yourself, a Federal agentive role to find soul to have a relationship with ? ” Jill asks.

“ wellspring, it’s toughened. You start off just like every other meeting. You try to dodge telling them you work for the FBI. Often, you get one extreme or the early. Either they want to narrate you their police force connecter, or for some reason, they hate the Law Enforcement delegacy that you work for. Then you must keep an eye out that you’re not being followed from the billet to your home or your vicinity, ” Heidi tells us.

“ I guess you can’t just go to a bar and nibble up someone for a one-night stand, can you ? ” Jill asks.

“ Sure, you can if your pudden-head. You never know when you will run into soul that you interrogated or even arrested before. I can tell you that they will always discern you before you spot them. It does realise things difficult, that’s probably why so many agents escort and marry former factor, ” she tells us.

“ Would I be out of bounds to say your job can be a lonely job ? ” I ask.

“ Absolutely. Unless you have a close mathematical group of masses that you trust, it can get very lonely. And, with the way things are going these days, it only gets more difficult, which is why I chose to risk on you asking me out. You are high profile and you’ve shown that you can be trusted, so I figured that at least I’ll get a meal paid for. The live on date I ended up paying for the repast because his soon to be ex-wife had canceled all his deferred payment cards and emptied their bank account. It form of puts a muffler on what should have been a Nice evening, ” she says.

I feel for her. I went through some of those dates before I met Jill and I am thankful every night that dark she was my flight simulator back at Happy Limo.

We pull up to a nice-looking family. Fred parks the limo on the street and opens the car for Heidi and me to get out to go to Patrick’s front door. I’m smiling the whole manner of walking to the door.

I let her ring the bell. We hear “ Hold on, I’ll be redress there, ” and some footsteps coming to the front door.

Patrick opens the door. There is a stunned silence from both citizenry. They both look at me as if I’ve just grown two heads.

“ Patrick, I would like to introduce you to Heidi Longmire. Heidi I would like to stick in you to Saint Patrick Meyers ” I say smiling.

I guess to toy along, Patrick reaches his hand out and shakes Heidi’s hired man.

“ C’mon guys, let’s have a dainty night. No talk about what has happened, tonight you aren’t an FBI agentive role, got it ? ” I ask her. She shakes her fountainhead yes. Patrick still looks confused.

“ OK, guys here’s the deal. I had intended to introduce you two before the unscathed thing with Aurora happened. There was no way to avoid you guy wire meeting, so I just kept my mouth shut. We can end this right now if you two don’t want to go any further, but I think you two will hit it off, ” I say to both.

“ David, how do you know that we’ll hit it off ? ” Patrick asks.

“ Actually, I don’t. It’s a hunch. You both work insane hours, you both have a good disposition, and you both seem to get along with me, which isn’t as easy as I think it is, or at least my wife tells me so every once in a spell, ” I say to them smiling.

They look at each other, shrug their articulatio humeri and proceeded to head to the limo. Patrick must stop and go back to the presence room access to lock the top deadbolt ringlet.

“ There, its’all locked up now, ” he says.

“ That’s what she did and said when I picked her up, ” I tell him.

“ well, obviously she cares about domicile security David, ” St. Patrick says to me.

We get to the limo where Fred is standing stoically with the back doorway open. St. Patrick lets Heidi get in first, then I shove him in and rise in behind him.

“ Saint Patrick this is my wife Jill, ” I say to him.

“ Jill, this is Patrick, ” introducing Jill to Patrick.

Patrick says, “ Jill, it’s nice to forgather you. I do have a head for you, ” he says to Jill.

“ Go ahead, ”

“ How do you put up with this guy’s knucklehead trick ? ” Patrick asks Jill.

“ Well, I form of have to since I married the fuckhead, ” she says smiling causing Heidi and Patrick to laugh.

The drive to the eating place went smoothly as Fred knew a short cut on a one-way road that saved us hitting three additional traffic lights.

When we arrived at longhorn’s steakhouse, Patrick’s eyes lit up.

“ Hot damn, I love this billet. I haven’t been quite a while, but their intellectual nourishment is marvellous. Heidi, what do you recall of this topographic point ? ” He asks all grinning and full of vigour, which made me emanate just a bit. Now if we can get Heidi to joke around a bit then maybe the evening will go well.

As the four of us were walking into the eating house, my phone bombination.

“ Damn Saint David, you work as much as we do, ” Patrick says to me.

I look at the text subject matter. It's from Dakota “ Plane ready for tomorrow for a slip to Seattle. Will we be staying over or coming home tomorrow night ? ”

I think about it for a minute then text her that hopefully, we will be returning home tomorrow night, but very late.

I apologize for the textbook message. Both Patrick and Heidi understood.

The hostess tells us that there’s about a half hour wait for a board for four. I take the four of us over to the bar. Lucky for us there come about to be four prat together at the bar. Patrick and I pull the fundament out for the ladies then we take the outside two bum. The barmaid, a long-haired brunette with thin eyebrows and jet middle ask what we want for drinks and do we want an appetizer while we wait.

Patrick ask Heidi, “ Do you have a preference for a drink ? ”

“ How about just a skillful glass of wine. Maybe a Cabernet Sauvignon ? ” she says to him.

“ Jill, your usual, a merlot ? ” I ask.

Saint Patrick guild a Cabernet for Heidi and a dismal beer for himself. I order a merlot for Jill and a C for myself.

“ You don’t toast ? ” Saint Patrick asks me.

“ No, not really, ” I tell him.

“ Anyone want to order an starter ? ” I ask.

No one seems all that interested in having an appetizer at the bar.

“ Heidi, are you from this surface area ? ” I ask trying to get some conversation going.

“ No, not really. I grew up a bit north of here in San Francisco. When I graduated high schooling, I went to San Diego State University and then Law School. I applied to the delegacy in my go twelvemonth of law school and was accepted, ” she tells us.

“ Patrick, are you from here ? ” I ask.

“ Yep, I grew up in a small township called San Marino. We lived in a small base on Lope de Vega street. I screwed around in high school and graduated with a C+ average. I really had no intentions of going to college. I took aid of all the cleaning in the firm since both Mom and Dad worked. Dad did woodworking, cabinetry mostly. Mom worked as a receptionist for an account business firm. Since I did all the cleaning at our home, it was an well-fixed leap to starting my own business, cleaning other people’s homes, ” Patrick tells us.

“ How long have you been in business organisation ? ” Jill asks as she takes a sip of her merlot.

“ About 8 years now. Until the matter the other day, I was considering trying to expand the byplay towards Beverly Hills. You got me thinking about potential drop customers I’m leaving on the table since your home is the exclusively one that my company takes tutelage of, ” Patrick says to us.

I see Heidi get a retentive sip of her Cabernet before asking, “ Saint Patrick, do you regret not going to college or are you more of a hands-on guy, ” Heidi asks him.

“ Well, I don’t regret not going to college. Yet, all those party that you see on TV, I would have liked to attend one or two, but alas I chose to lick instead. How about you Heidi ? You went to college and then law school, did you get wild and mad ? ” St. Patrick asks.

“ state of nature and crazy ? No, not at all. I had my visual sense set on where I wanted to be and thus, I kept my nose to the Good Book. I don’t think I was even invited to a college company, let alone go to one, ” she says after another long sip of her wine.

“ St. David, you and Jill probably went to college, didn’t you ? ” St. Patrick asks.

“ Nope. Jill is a shipboard soldier and I spent well-nigh of my adult life working in the restaurant business, ” I tell them.

“ Well, if she’s armed services and you’re a restaurant guy, how did you two meet ? Did she come into your restaurant and it was love at first sight ? ” He says to me.

“ She was my trainer at the limo company, ” I tell them, which gets a brace of odd looks from Patrick and Heidi.

“ I took a job learning to be a chauffeur at Happy, Happee Limo and Jill was my trainer. Although I was dating someone else when we first met, it didn’t convey very long for Jill to suffer her way with me, ” I say laughing. Jill gives the big eyeroll causing St. Patrick and Heidi to laugh. I get poked in the costa for the joke.

Our piddling coaster buzzes telling us that our table is fix. We get up and guide back to the hostess base. I handwriting her the seethe thing and she takes the four of us to a overnice table towards the back of the restaurant’s principal floor.

Both Patrick and I hold out the chairs for our ladies who give each of us a polite ‘ thank you’.

As the hostess hands us the menu’s she tells us that the specials for the night are inside the menu. We thank her and she heads back to the stewardess stand.

Our waitress comes around to ask if we needed refills on the wine. I social club up another chalk for the lady, another beer for Patrick and another snow for myself. I also fiat an appetizer for the table. It's my common cheesy stuffed mushroom-shaped cloud, I tell our guests that it’s one of the things that I love about Longhorn. The waitress smiles at the appetizer order and heads off.

Jill sees some sort of salmon salad at the table next to us and decides to Holy Order it. Heidi looks over at the same table and decides to gild it as well. Of track, Patrick and I are going to social club steaks. I figure you don’t go to a chophouse and not club steaks, just seems wrong.

When the waitress comes back with our appetizer order, she offers to take our dinner order. She asks first if the bill will be separate or all together.

“ Ma’am, the bill will be all together, and I will get it, ” I tell her fashioning sure that Patrick or Heidi don’t try to pay for the meal.

St. Patrick, being a gentleman, monastic order Heidi’s dinner then his own. He chose a porterhouse steak steak with a broil potato fully loaded, a family salad with ranch dressing. He ordered Heidi a cup of sunbaked white potato soup which she says they make a fantastic variant of that soup.

Jill likes the idea of a cup of soup as well. I lodge her salmon salad along with a cup of the adust murphy soup. For myself, I ordered a porterhouse steak, medium rare, baked potato fully loaded and a salad with thousand islands dressing and extra tomatoes and no onions. We were all smiling when the waitress left the tabular array with our order.

“ David, how did you go from being a trainee of Jill’s to CEO of Jaxson, Inc. ? That must be one Scheol of a account, ” St. Patrick says which has Heidi listening.

“ Jill, would you like to differentiate the story, or own me do it ? ” I ask her smiling.

“ Oh, I’ll let you tell the story, you seem to whoop it up in it, ” she tells the board, smiling the whole time.

“ Patrick and Heidi, on our indorsement night working together, one of the other driver’s was in a horrible dealings accident. We had longtime guest arriving and the dispatcher sent us, the nigh limo to go pick up Bob and Melanie Jaxson from the private jet area of the drome. We didn’t have the right car to piece them up and didn’t have adequate sentence to get to the place and swop cars, so we just went to the airport. When we got there, Jill pulled the car we had up next to their jet and I jumped out and put their luggage into the luggage compartment. I stood by the back doorway and Bob and Melanie got into the car. As we were going, I turned around and apologized to the Jaxsons telling them that their usual chauffeur was in a bad accident. I also apologized for not having the adjust fomite for them and made the conclusion to give them the servicing for unblock. Jill asked if we needed to barricade at a Walgreen’s for Melanie Jaxson as she was nauseated from a storm that the jet flew through. We got them to their hotel. Bob Jaxson pulled me aside and told me that if I decide to run up in the populace, he’s got a stance for individual like me, ” I tell them.

“ Are you going to tell them about how you got a $ 2000 tip from them that night and I only got $ 800 ? You sit there and Old World chat with them and I do all the work, yet you get the big tip and I don’t, ” Jill says grinning and giggling as she takes another sip of her merlot.

“ hold a bit, you got $ 2800 as a tip from Mr. and Mrs. Jaxson ? ” Heidi asks.

“ Yes, we did. It wasn’t farsighted before I called Bob Jaxson and well, the rest is history, ” I tell them,

“ St. David, you said you were dating mortal else when you met Jill ? ” Heidi asks.

“ Yep, sure was. I spoke to the lady that I was dating, her name was Tina. I knew that we weren’t going anywhere in our relationship. We just broke it off. The very Night we broke it off, Jill was in an auto accident. She tried to call our boss, who didn’t resolution. She tried to call a close-fitting friend, who also didn’t answer. Then on a gamble, she called me from the ER at City Hospital. I raced across town to the ER. I went rushing in and was told what test room she was in. I ran through the hallways and burst into the exam room. There was the most beautiful, and pitiful looking woman I had ever seen, ” I said to them telling them the narration. Of track, Jill was playfully shaking her caput no through half the story.

“ Hey, my story, I tell it my way, ” I say to Jill who just smiles and pokes me again in the ribs.

“ wellspring, they had her hopped up on pretty serious pain medication, what was it again dear, morphia ? ” I asked.

She just nodded her head yes.

“ That’s when she declared her undying love for me and we’ve been together ever since, ” I tell them. Again, I get the big eye bun from Jill which makes me laugh.

“ And now I’m stuck with him like gum on a brake shoe, ” Jill says to St. Patrick and Heidi.

Our food arrives and it looks and smells delicious.

CHAPTER 2

As we begin to eat our dinner, Saint Patrick asks, “ Saint David and Jill, how do you like being in boot of a transnational companionship such as Jaxson, Inc. ? ”

Jill solvent first, “ Oh we love it. However, lately, the job has been kicking my ass. I am thankful that my helper has a goodness head for numbers. David pirated her away from a Mercedes dealership because they weren’t treating her right. Here she was selling Jacques Louis David not one but two Mercedes and they were only going to yield her cite for selling one. She went on the test drive with David and he made her a job offer. She didn’t accept until she was sure as shooting that they were going to screw her over and not give her the total charge, ” Jill tells the table.

Just as I was about to gloss on our task at Jaxson Inc. a soul tapped me on the articulatio humeri from behind me. I turned to see young woman, the waitress that Sharon and I picked up one night a dyad of weeks ago who stayed at the house for three days.

“ Hello, do you remember me ? ” She asks.

“ Of course, I do Missy, how are you ? ” I ask her.

“ Missy, you remember this is my wife Jill. And these are two friends, Heidi and Patrick, ” I tell her, hoping that she won’t say anything that Jill and I will birth to explain.

“ David, I got a new cell telephone set. Let me establish you my new speech sound number, so when you have another party at your house, you can think of to invite me, ” she says smiling. In my nous, that wasn’t too bad of a command that I would own to explain.

She writes her phone telephone number down on a guest check, kisses me on the cheek and principal off. I just look at Jill who is smiling the entirely time.

“ Um, David, do random women just get up to you and turn over you their headphone number and a kiss before trying to invite themselves to one of your parties ? ” Heidi asks me.

Jill solvent, “ Heidi, this happens more often than you would ever imagine. He gets adult female pursuing him as if I’m not even here. It’s almost as if he’s a rock champion and we just live in his creation, ” she says smiling a giggling. I see Heidi have a picky facial expression and then just kind of accept that answer.

I decide to try and narrow the answer down to keep Heidi from getting too suspicious.

“ Heidi, fille got invited to a party we had several weeks ago by a ally of a friend thing. She had a great time. We had several unmarried guys and I think she may have got collected just about every single guy’s sound number at the party. She sent me a visiting card a calendar week or so later telling me it was one of the right party she had been to in a yearn, long time, ” I tell Heidi.

“ The living of a CEO, ” Patrick says.

I see that we are finishing up with our dinners. When the waitress comes over to bus some of the empty collection plate off the table, I ask to see a dessert menu. St. Patrick’s centre light up, but the dame seemed rather full.

I know that no matter how full phase of the moon Jill is, she’s a sucker for the caramel brown Malus pumila stampede. Patrick asks Heidi if she would wish to split their cocoa stampede. She agrees. I smile seeing that they seem to be getting along well.

I place the sweet order for Jill and I and Patrick orders for Heidi and him.

I decided to ask the peculiar doubtfulness, “ So, have either of you been married before ? ” which gets me a playful slap on the shoulder from Jill.

“ Geeze David, that’s kind of personal don’t you think ? ” Jill says to me.

“ Um, no not really. It’s just a question, ” I say to her.

Heidi goes first, “ No, no ex-husband. I dated a guy for a long time, but he took a job in another city and well, we just haven’t been in soupcon since he moved. What about you Saint Patrick ? ” she asks.

“ Nope, no exes. I too dated a woman for a while and now we aren’t dating because I spend too much time trying to look at charge of my customers, ” he tells Heidi.

The waitress comes back to the tabular array with our desserts. I see Jill’s eyes light up seeing the caramel orchard apple tree dessert. As Jill and I get to share the dessert, I notice that Heidi and Saint Patrick have basically forgotten about Jill and me and depart chatting and feeding each other. I am smiling from ear to ear, all the piece being poked in the rib by Jill.

I lean in and kiss my gorgeous wife, licking the small touch of caramel off her lips.

After about 15 minutes or so, the waitress delivers me the check-out procedure. I put my course credit card on the top of the little book, and she takes the whole matter. Jill and I just sit there watching Patrick and Heidi be friendly but very close to being familiar. In my head, I hit it out of the parking area on this one.

Jill and I begin a conversation about me heading to Seattle in the morning with Dakota.

“ What’s in Seattle ? ” She asks.

“ Well, again we have dominion managers in the eatery mathematical group that only work until 3:30 in the afternoon. They work a total of XXX hours when they know that we expect them to work 45. I’ve reviewed all the potential promotes just in typesetter's case I end up cleaning the house, ” I tell Jill.

“ Do you bear to stay overnight, or will you regress tomorrow night ? ” Jill asks.

“ wellspring, right now I’m expecting to come home tomorrow night. I’ll text you or throw Dakota predict you if matter change, ” I say to Jill. She nods her head in acceptance.

As Jill and I are just chatting, St. Patrick and Heidi suddenly become self-aware that they have been having their own secret little conversation.

“ Um, we’re sorry that we ignored you, ” Heidi says a little embarrassed.

“ No worries guys, that’s what this was all about. For you two to meet under slack up circumstances and maybe, just maybe you two would hit it off, ” I say to them.

“ Of course of instruction, if you marry and have rafts of baby, then I get all the reference, ” I say to them laughing. Once again Jill gives me the big eyeroll and a Phytolacca americana in the costa. Saint Patrick and Heidi laugh as well, although neither one says anything to my gossip about marriage and babies.

We all four get up from the mesa and brain out. When Fred sees us coming out of the eating house, he brings the limo over to the front door. He stops the car, opens the back threshold and we all get in. At this decimal point, the wine-colored has taken ahold of the cleaning lady as they are giggling and laughing.

“ Are we through for the night or would you poke fun like a dainty trip-up down to the beach or along sunset comic strip ? ” I ask.

“ Jacques Louis David, while this has been one of the Best Night that I’ve had in quite a retentive time, I do have workplace in the morning. So, unfortunately, I must call it a night, ” Heidi says to me.

I ask Fred to take in Patrick home first then we will put down off Heidi. I see them take their sound out and switch phone numbers. Jill looks at me and smiles, my pudden-head plan worked.

I just sit back with Jill snuggled into me as the limousine straits towards Patrick’s place. When we get there, Jill pulls on my arm whispering in my ear to let her take the air him to the social movement door.

Jill and I watch intently as they get to his front door and they kiss. Not one of those I’m going to have a go at it your brains out kiss, but a overnice adult end of the evening kickoff appointment kiss. I am all warm and giggly inside.

Heidi walks pensively down the walk to the limo, where Fred has the room access open waiting for her.

She gets in and gives me a quick smooch on the buttock as she scoots by me to her seat.

“ Thank you, David, this has been a wonderful evening. I think that Patrick and I are going to try and maybe meet for a late java or a dessert one night this calendar week, ” she says to me. I am smiling like the cat that ate the mouse. I am so very felicitous that my dazed plan worked and two people who work their ass off may now cause a future.

Jill speaks up, “ Oh, Heidi, you are just feeding into his stupid ego. If you and Patrick become good booster or hell devotee, then David will experience a story about you two and how he put you guys together. Be warned, be warned, ” she says laughing the whole metre she says that. Heidi laughs as well. I just sit silently happy my piffling architectural plan worked.

When we got to Heidi’s mansion, Fred holds the door receptive for Heidi. I get another kiss on the face as she’s getting out of the limo. Jill and I watch her walkway to her nominal head door where she unlocks it and goes inside. Fred shuts the door and gets in the driver’s seat to acquire us home.

When we get to the Chateau, Fred pokes the requisite buttons to open the gate, He stops the car by the front end door and lets Jill and I out. He takes the car out of the courtyard and heads back towards the limousine riposte for the car. I figure that Fred has about one more than hour of work. He’ll return the limo, get in his Mustang and drive it over here and park it in the garage with everyone else’s vehicle.

Jill and I go inside. We see several hoi polloi either in the kitchen or in the TV way. They all ask Jill how the non-date date went. She reluctantly tells them that it looks like I made a practiced compeer. She kisses me and differentiate me that she loves me and hopes that I know she is just teasing.

“ Of course of study, I know you’re just teasing me. That’s what married mates do my darling, ” I say to her.

I see Dakota sitting in another of my white tee shirts. I lean over her, kiss her on the buttock and tell her that I figure we should leave about 11 or so to head to the aerodrome. She tells me she had already figured that, and everything is ready. I kiss her again and secern her good night. Jill and I head down the hall to our bedroom.

I pull my backpack out to take aim with me just in example. I also put a twosome of shorts and a tee shirt in the backpack.

Jill sheds her clothes and climbs into bed. I shed my own clothes as well and get into bed with her. We embrace each early and kiss for a while before we drift off to sleep.

CHAPTER 3

When my eyes opened in the morning, only Jill was in bed with me. I slipped out of bed and headed into the bathroom for my morning rite and a shower.

Once I was through with the cascade, I went and got dressed. I grabbed my speech sound off the battery charger, grabbed my wallet, and my keystone.

I was sort of charge as I have never been to Seattle. I head out of the bedroom to the kitchen. Most of the dawning chemical group are either eating breakfast or finishing breakfast. I’m a bit surprise as John Lackland only seems to be eating a bowl of cereal.

As each of the ma'am’head toward their fomite, the kitchen thins out. Dakota pours me a deoxyephedrine of ananas juice and kisses me before she sits down with her cup of coffee.

I see that soul left the TV on and I hear that the weather in Seattle will be showery. I remind Dakota to be sure to bring her cute raincoat and her skid proof shoes. She tells me that she already has them next to her overnight bag at the front door. She gets up and perambulation over to me, turning around and showing off that she is pantiles once again. She plops her cunning ass on my lap causing me to set about to get voiceless. She feels me and wiggles her ass a petty more.

In my headland, I figure since the flight fourth dimension is a couple of hours, her and I will probably play a bit in the jet.

As John finishes his grain, he gathers his own backpack and top dog towards his truck in the garage. Jennifer and Diane follow closely behind. Sharon comes running from down the hallway asking John to slacken down as she wants to get a cup of umber to learn with her. He just laughs and says he’ll postponement in the truck for her cute ass, which causes her to smile. I think about how much privy has matured over the past few months and I think that he needs a new project to mold on, however, I’m not sure what the appropriate project might be.

Sharon is working with Rob on the ID verification project. Jennifer and Diane are working on making the tower that we bought back to dear stipulation. Paula is working on keeping the three limousine company running smoothly. Donna has the call center firing on all piston chamber. BJ is helping Jill on their stock changeover project. Danni is handling the breast response country just fine now that she is getting a lunch break. Tina and her Mom in Phoenix are feeding me good intel on the two buildings that we have bought down there. And, of form, Dakota is being the best supporter possible. Amy is running the house and keeping things in handicap. The two chefs are making everyone happy with their top-quality cooking. The porn twins and the CG son are doing a nice job acting as boyfriend/girlfriend. Allison is working like a monster, trying to prevent things going in the porn manufacture. Belinda is now seeing individual in the industriousness and that is fine with me. Yet, I have no estimation what to do with lavatory. He does everything that I ask him to do, yet it just seems in my question that he could be doing something more.

Watching the morning TV, I see that the shot of the Mexican Drug Cartel is still in the word cycle.

I looked at my cellphone and saw that I missed a text message from Heidi. She thanked Jill and me for a howling eve and said that she and Patrick have a coffee berry date in a couple of nighttime. This made me smile. I texted her back that I was happy that they both hit it off well.

I headed back down the hallway to get a phone battery charger to direct with me, just in case. As I came out of my bedroom, my darling Dakota was coming out of hers. Mom also came out of her bedchamber, but not with Fred.

“ Mom, where’s Fred ? ”

“ He’s getting a limousine to take you and Dakota to the jet. He’s also going to beak me up a muffuletta from that wonderful Italian restaurant, ” she tells me.

I tell Bobby that Dakota and I will be in Seattle until late tonight, but they already knew as Dakota had told them both. I was kind of bummed as the chefs were making beef stroganoff once again.

Dakota told me that the limo was expected to be here in about 15 proceedings or so. I sat down on the couch in the living room to just think about John and wait for the limo. When I saw it rip up, I still had not figured out what to do with lav. I called for Dakota ; she came bounding out of her bedroom towards me.

Grabbing both her bag and my bag I headed out towards the limo. Once again, Fred stood with the cover door outdoors. I tossed our bags into the trunk and got into the book binding. Dakota came out and before she got into the limo, she kissed Fred on the cheek.

As she got into the limo, I swear that she wiggled her ass towards Fred, but maybe I was just imagining that. She got in, kissed me on the cheek and sat decent next to me. Since she was in her common place, next to me, I felt her hand on my cock almost immediately. It certainly didn’t take long for me to get hard with her deal stroking me. In just moments, I found her to be all snuggled up into me. As we went through unbelievably wearisome traffic, I felt her unzip my fly and fish out my now hard cock. Her sass and lip surrounded it immediately as she began licking and sucking on the beam of light and capitulum of my manhood. I gently put my hand on the book binding of her caput. She swallowed me as she has done many time before. I just laid my head back on the seat as she bobbed her head up and down on me.

I reached around and lifted her consistence up to be sideways on the limo seat. I gently pulled her short circuit aside to uncover her moist slit. Inserting two fingerbreadth into her, I could feel her mouth tighten around my tool swallowing it as deeply as she could get me.

With my two finger's breadth inside of her kitty-cat, I used my thumb to rub little rotary on her clitoris. This made her moan on my cock. I thrust it as deep into her lip as I could get. She swallowed my manhood as far as she could take it. I felt it go past her uvula and into her throat. She kept bobbing her head up and down. As I kept pushing my fingers into her pussycat with foolhardy wantonness, she began moaning more and more on my humanity. I felt her getting wetter and surface-active agent. She was almost dripping with her orgasmic juices.

I put a third, then a fourth fingerbreadth inside of her and stab in and out repeatedly. My hired man was almost at Sasha-mode as she hit her first pinnacle, “ OH GAWD DADDY, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. I’M CUMMING SO HARD BECAUSE OF YOU, ” she says to me as I feel her pussy splash my hand and wrist.

She swallows my putz once again, but not until I feel her delightful pussy spasm around my bridge player again. As her body does this, I feel my own body approaching its orgasmic height, “ GAWD damn DAKOTA, I LOVE YOU More THAN YOU WILL EVER KNOW, ” I say to her before I shoot what feels like a gallon of my man juice into her accepting mouth. I pull my manus from her puss and lick the tasty orgasmic juice off it.

She just grinning at me and snuggles her head into my pectus as the limo keeps moving towards the airport. Soon, Fred puts the privacy sectionalization down a brace of inches to let us do it that we are only about two minutes away from the jet. I thank him and Dakota and I put ourselves back together. As the two moment pass, Fred pulls the limousine up next to the jet and gets out, opening the trunk first. I take both traveling bag and put four $ 100 bills into his shirt air hole, even though he tries to politely decline the tip. I thank him for his knockout oeuvre and remind him to get that muffuletta for Mom. He thanks me for the reminder.

Dakota climbs the footstep into the jet, and I follow her. I stow the two bags in the smash compartment, and we settle down onto the lounge.

The scuttle door finish and the copilot goes into the cockpit as they move the jet towards the runway. Dakota sheds her cute piffling short circuit and Pisces my prick out of my bloomers and impales herself on me as we accelerate down the runway and into the air. I have to say, that Dakota’s pussy going up and down on my manhood as we went down the runway was quite the amazing feeling.

It didn’t read Dakota long before I felt her hit her low orgasmic blossom. I was thrusting into her as she was riding me like a bronc. I lifted her up and turned her around, putting her back down on the frame thrusting my cock as deep into her as I could get. I put her small ankles over my shoulders essentially bending her in half as I thrust as deeply into her as I could get. I felt her pussy splash my cock and egg over and over again.

Her eyes were rolling into her head as I was thrusting hard into her. “ OH DADDY, I LOVE YOU. YOU ALWAYS MAKE ME smell SO WONDERFUL WHEN YOU’RE trench INSIDE OF ME. TAKE ME, YOU KNOW THAT I’M YOURS NOW AND FOREVER, ” she says as we both continue to peak together.

I keep fucking her with all that I have. I know that we haven’t had sex in quite a few days, but what we are both feeling right now is about the most amazing that I’ve felt in a couple of weeks, including my fourth dimension with Ronda.

As we finish cumming with each other, Dakota and I uncouple. She pulls her cute shorts back on and I pull my pants back up. She snuggles into my bureau. I begin kissing her and she responds. I stretch out on the couch and she lays on top of me, just wrapping her subdivision around me and pulling herself tightly into my body. We exchange our ‘ I love you’and just lay all entangled on the couch.

“ Dakota, I’m at a loss. I don’t know what undertaking to give John. He is doing well, but he seems to postulate something to do, ” I tell her.

“ Let him be me for a week, ” she tells me.

“ Huh ? ” I say.

“ John has been learning how to be me for you. He’s really trying to previse what you need. Let him handle you. I will be available to him, via phone at the Chateau, but he will go with you and be your assistant for a unharmed workweek. This will grant us a proficient read on how he is doing, ” she says to me. I pull her into me, and we kiss passionately. Once again, Dakota has come up with a perfect result. I know that I’m going to fuck her again before we land in Seattle, as I feel my cock hardening once again.

“ What will my darling Dakota do for the workweek off ? ” I ask.

“ Well, I’ll probably be thinking of my dada the entire week. Who knows, I may even register up at the hawk just to charter advantage of my Daddy in his office, one never knows how my mind works, ” she says to me before we again kiss each other passionately.

I feel her delightful piffling men shedding my pant once again. She sheds all her clothes this time and whirl around putting her tasty pussy over my waiting mouth. I begin to drub and soak up her pussy swallowing every drop of cum I can get out of her. She, once again, sup my surd rooster.

As I’m lacing and sucking her pussy, I move deeper and set off lacing and sucking on her motherfucker. I thrust my tongue into her as deeply as I can attain it go. She roars with another sexual climax blasting through her soundbox. I sit up and perpetrate her around to face away from me. I spread her ass boldness and thrust my manhood into her anal cavity. She moans as we begin to thrust up and down on each other. Her trunk is splashing my genitalia with her feminine juice. She cums over and over onto me. I just keep thrusting into her before I erupt filling her ass with all my cum. She just moans and falls back onto me.

I keep pulling her small lithe body onto my cock over and over. She keeps cumming again splashing all my genitals with her pussy juice. Dakota and I have been fucking for quite a while. The pilot comes onto the speaker and lets us know that we are just a few minutes from landing. I hear the landing cogwheel curl into place. Dakota and I uncouple and commence to clean ourselves off with the towels that we have in the operating expense cabinet towards the spine of the plane.

“ You know that I love you, don’t you ? ” I ask Dakota.

“ Of course, Daddy, and you know that I love you as well, right ? ” she says to me.

We kiss deeply and passionately. I feel the jet use up a downwards angle as we approach the runway. Dakota sits down on my lap and puts her arms around me as the wheels touch the paving of the runway.

“ Daddy, maybe we can find someone to take on with for the ride home, ” Dakota suggests. I just smile, it sounds like a unspoilt idea, but I probably could have dialed up Missy to take the trip with us. But we’ll see how things play out.

When the jet finds a parking spot, I see out the window that a limo is waiting for us. Of course, as the weather forecaster predicted, it is raining.

Once we are parked, the co-pilot opens the hatch and extends the stairs down to the footing. I grab both of our handbag and trace my darling Dakota down the steps to the limo. The driver takes the bagful puts them in the trunk as Dakota and I get into the vehicle. I hand the driver the first district authority that I want to chaffer. She thanks me for having an address ready and she heads towards the dominion office.

It takes about half an hour to get to the name and address. When we arrive, the chauffeur parks the limo where I ask, away from the room access to the district office. Dakota and I get out of the limousine, each with our rain attire on, plus she has her cute non-slick rainfall iron boot on making her look cute.

We walk to the front room access of the district office. I open the room access and let Dakota step inside first. I follow her. Once again, there is no receptionist. I suggest to Dakota that she guide a buns. I begin to take the air through the room, without anyone even saying a word to me. When I get to the binding of the way, I ask a decent looking lady if there is anyone that I could verbalise to. She asks me what it would be about.

“ well, I just walked through the stallion district office and no one even asked me what I was doing, until I reached you, ” I said to her.

She asks me to sit down at her desk and she will get me, someone, to speak to. She gets up and question towards a duo of Guy chatting. She points at me and brings one of them over.

“ Hello, may I help you ? ” the valet de chambre asks.

“ Yes sir, I was wondering why you don’t have someone to prevent me from walking through this district office. Where’s your receptionist ? ” I ask.

“ And whom might you be to be asking these questions ? ” He says to me.

“ Well, here’s my business add-in, ” I say as I’m handing him my card. He looks at it and apparently doesn’t know who I am.

“ Ok, so your David Graham Greene. Who is that ? ” he asks.

“ Read the solid notice, ” I tell him.

He still looks at it and it doesn’t registry with him.

“ I’m the CEO of Jaxson, Inc. I’m in complaint of the troupe that owns this company, ” I say to him now getting annoyed.

“ Oh, yeah, sorry. We don’t get many visitant here, ” he tells me.

“ Can you put together all the territory coach that are here into one conference room please, ” I say.

“ Um, Mr. Greene, it’s almost 2 pm, we head home at 3:30, ” He tells me.

“ Not today you don’t, ” I tell him.

“ Now, if you would please gather all the district managers in a group discussion room, ” I tell him.

He decides to scream it across the elbow room, “ Everyone, all the territory managers are to point into a conference room right now please, ” I hear voicelessness of ‘ what’s going on’? and ‘ Who’s this guy ?’

When I see everyone in the group discussion room, I ask the Same guy if everyone is in there, he assures me they are.

I stride into the conference room ; Dakota follows me and she sits in a chair in the corner with her helper's notebook out.

“ Hello, I’m David Greene. I’m the CEO of Jaxson, Inc. The very company that owns this company. Department of Energy everyone here understand who I am ? ” I ask.

I get pretty much unison in a positive headspring nod.

“ Well, at to the lowest degree I know you understand who I am. Now, on to the important issues. We are a restaurant group. Which means that we work when our customers are not working. DOE everyone understand that ? ” I ask.

I get a lot of blank stares, which tells me that they already see what is coming and it’s not going to be good for them.

“ How many minute a week do you each employment ? ” I ask.

quiet in the room.

“ Would you say that you work the want 45 hr a week ? ” I ask.

Again, silence.

“ Then let me update you on what I have seen. Each of you works about 30 hours a week and before you begin to debate with me, I had payroll department pluck up your timecards and all of you come into work about 9:30 am and leave at 3:30 pm. That’s a total of 6 minute per day times 5 day a calendar week equals 30 hours, ” I tell all of them. I see stupid muteness since I included that I had payroll pullup their timecards.

No one even argues or challenges my math.

“ I see by your silence, that you don’t disagree with my math. So, here’s what I’m going to do. Effective immediately, each of you will come in into the berth at 8:30 am and leave at 5:30 pm with an hour for luncheon. You are not allowed to will at 4:30 pm and call that finally hour your lunch. I also, expect each of you to work one Sat a month. In lieu of the Saturday, you will get Tuesday off. lady and valet, we will cultivate for a living and we will be useable to your general manager. Oh, and if your GMs are not working 45 hr a week, then you might want to slip away this along to them, ” I say to the room.

No one is speaking. So I continue.

“ I have seen a continual declension in our overall performance. Can anyone explain to me why all of our identification number have dropped ? ” I ask the room not really expecting an answer.

“ Because we haven’t been doing our chore that well, ” a young man from down the mesa says to me.

“ Please explain, ” I say to him.

“ We have been leaving early and coming in late. You’ve hit it on the head that we are a troupe that should be working when our customers are playing, ” the young man says to me.

“ I’m sorry, I don’t know your name, ” I say to him.

“ I’m Ralph Robert Tyre Jones. I’ve been a dominion coach for about 3 months, ” he says to me.

“ Mr. Jones, what are the numbers game for your district ? ” I ask, wondering if he really knows his district or if he’s just trying to polish me on.

“ fountainhead, my district sales are directly to last year, however, we have two eatery that are in a state of upheaval as they are short staffed with at least two key management citizenry missing. We also have one of those eating place, in a roadwork area. The City of Seattle is changing the roadway and tearing it up. Now, they tell me that the employment will net until the end of 2020, but I believe that it will be foresighted than that as they didn’t even get started until three weeks ago. Also, we have two eating place, that are severely undermanned, and I have put an ad in the paper and on the local job add-in sites. We need at least a dozen line cooks and server in those two eatery, ” he tells me. I’m really impress with this guy. He knows where his district’s numbers are and is willing to peach openly about it.

I pull up Mr. Jones’district numbers.

“ Mr. Jones, I also see that your guest check average is the highest in the market. Your director have more tenure than anyone else in the grocery store. You came through the system starting as a line of descent cook and are now a territorial dominion manager, being the General coach of the twelvemonth last twelvemonth. You are well liked by your managers and they tell me in the quarterly sketch that when you step into the eatery, you will jump in where needed to avail the staff, ” I say to him, in front of the other district managers.

Once again, there is muteness. I point to someone else and ask the same dubiousness, “ What are your district’s numbers ? ”

“ Um, they’re OK. cipher limited. I have a couple of in effect eatery, and a couple of restaurants that need some service, But we’ll get better with time, ” he says to me.

“ And what is your figure ? ” I ask.

“ Dean McMillian, ” he tells me.

I look him up on the system and he’s bit from the bottom in virtually every category that we measure.

“ Mr. McMillian, it tells me that you’re not doing well. Your dominion is indorse from the bottom in all the measurable things that we look at, ” I say to him. He just sits quietly saying nothing.

“ Energy anyone else have any entropy about their districts ? ” I ask the room.

No one says a word.

“ That’s what I thought. So, here’s my new plan. We the exception of Mr. Bobby Jones, everyone here is on a 90-day action design. Either fix your territorial dominion or happen a new job, ” I say to the room.

Two sets of keys are tossed into the midsection of the table and two hombre stand up and start out to walk out.

“ Gentlemen, thank you for making my job that much easier, ” I say to them. They walk out of the room, stopping at their desks and leave the building.

“ Anyone else want to chuck out their keys into the center of the table, ” I say. However, I see another two Guy that appear to be considering it. One of them stands up and says, “ Yeah, I’m not going to wear my ass only for you to pitch me out the door in 90 days, ” he says as he tosses his Key into the centre of attention of the mesa and walks out. He doesn’t even stop at his desk ; he just keeps on stepping out the strawman door.

“ That makes three, anymore ? ” I ask.

The room is silent.

“ Ok, then where would I find Benita Alvarez, Donna Mayfield, and Shandra Tennessee Williams ? ” I ask. Mr. Jones excuses himself and walks out into the main elbow room of the district office. He goes to three desks that have women sitting in them. Each one gets up and has this puzzled looking at on their face.

“ Mr. Greene, this is Benita Alvarez, Shandra Williams, and Donna Mayfield, ” he says to me.

“ Lady, there have been three orifice in our territorial dominion for three new hand hopefully hard-working territory manager. Are all three of you willing to take on the job of being a district managing director ? ” I ask.

“ Sir, are you kidding us ? ” One of the ladies asks.

“ No, I’m not kidding. Are you three bequeath to take on the three districts that have just come open ? ” I ask again.

They look at each other and nod their heads yes.

“ OK, well, here’s the new rules. Your oeuvre docket will be from 8:30 am until 5:30 pm five days a week. However, one Saturday a calendar month, you will work that Saturday and take Tuesday off instead, ” I tell the three ladies.

“ You will work 45 hours a workweek, at a minimum. You should know your numbers at any time of the day or Nox. You should have your coach being groomed to be promoted as well. I don’t have a manager tree in my back cubic yard, so it is up to you to keep your restaurant fully stocked with manager, ” I tell them.

“ Oh, and one more thing, don’t be afraid to jump in when you go to one of your eatery and they are curt staffed. It is your job to see that they are running smoothly. Now, I will be making random unpredicted visits from metre to time. I expect that your eating place will be running well, no affair if I’m there visiting or not. study care of your staff and your customers and things will get better, ” I tell them before I thank them for their time and leave.

Dakota is smiling. She knows that there will b more than people let go before all is better.

CHAPTER 4

When Dakota and I get back into the limousine, I handwriting the chauffeur another sideslip of paper. This one is an address for a district power outside of the city of Seattle, in a Town called Kirkland. It is a suburb of Seattle. The trip from the first district authority to the one in Kirkland takes about half an time of day. It is still raining, and Dakota looks beautiful in her raincoat and non-skid rainfall boots.

When we get there, a nice Thomas Young lady, about college age stops me at the social movement doorway and ask whom I’m here to see. I hand her my business card. She gets up and heads over to a gentleman at a desk only a couple of quarrel back from her. She hands him my business card. He gets up and adjusts his attire before he comes over to me.

He comes over and says, “ Mr. Greene, did I miss an email telling us that you were going to be in town visiting ? ” He asks.

“ No, no promulgation. Is it potential to get all the territory coach in a conference room ? ” I ask.

The man nods and goes from desk to desk getting everyone to head to a conference elbow room in the eye of the back wall.

I join them all. Dakota takes a tush in the corner of the room.

“ Hello everyone, as you probably have heard, I’m St. David Graham Greene. I’m the CEO of Jaxson, Inc. I thought I would stop in to say hello and ask if things are going well, ” I say to them.

No one speaks.

I point to a Thomas Young lady and ask her gens and her numbers for her district.

“ My name is Rosita Gonzalez. I’ve been a district manager for just over a yr, however, I’ve been working here for about 6 years now. My district is doing OK. We are having keen guest check norm. Our handler have been in station for at least one year or longer. We are fully staffed at the restaurants, however, a couple of the restaurants need some physical hangout, such as booth hind end and flooring in a pair of speckle. One of the kitchens needs to be rearranged to get it more convenient to the carryout fiat as we are all over the place. The staffs all work hard and only one of our units is having an issue with roadwork in their area, causing effect with parking and availableness, ” Ms. Gonzalez tells me.

I look at her district’s identification number up and she is right hand on with all the information. I see that the last wellness department review mentioned the split up booth seats, which I promise to help her get fixed.

I announce my new plan for the territorial dominion handler schedule. No one objects to is, but I know why. They are all working 45 hours already, which makes me felicitous. The just real change is to add the one Saturday a calendar month and let them subscribe the following Tuesday instead. No one seems to out of place about it. I am felicitous with the resolution of this district. I thank them and leave the district office.

I tell the chauffeur to guide back to the jet, which she heads towards. The cause through the traffic takes us about an time of day to get to the jet. The entire time we are driving, the rainfall continues. Once we get to the jet, the chauffeur parks the limo by the steps and opens the body for us.

I hand her three $ 100 invoice for a tip. She tries to decline, and I put them in her hand and fold her hand closed. We take our suitcase up the stairs and into the sheet. She starts the limo and drives off.

Once again, we sit on the cast together. However, this prison term, we keep our clothes on.

“ Daddy, we didn’t find anyone to bring home, ” Dakota says to me.

“ No, we didn’t, but why don’t you call Missy and have her come over to the house tonight, ” I say to her. She wrinkles her cute nose at me but pulls out her speech sound and dials up the number.

As we accelerate the jet, I feel the takeoff and it seems to be a sharp angle.

The flight home was uneventful. Dakota slept on my chest of drawers almost the integral trip-up. When we landed, Fred was standing waiting for us with a limo. We grabbed our udder and walked down the stair. Fred took both of our suitcase and put them into the bole. He closed the door behind us and off we went towards the Chateau.

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