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The Chauffeur ( # 58 ) The Fire

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

On Saturday I was awoken by my cell phone buzzing. I grudgingly got out of bed and scuffed over to the dresser to contain my phone. I saw that the textual matter was from Roger Johnson. The text read : Big Fire at an office tower in Wisconsin River. CALL ME ASAP ! Roger.

I called Roger as soon as I read his text message. The first base call went straight to voicemail. The sec song Roger picked up.

"Hey, St. David, not a upright way to start a first light. 17 storey of our tower in Wisconsin River are on fire. Since it is a Saturday, evacuating the construction wasn't that difficult. However, there was some reason the sprinklers didn't go on, so the firefighters are attacking this fervency head-on. Currently, this is a 6-alarm attack but will most likely get raised as the fervency is not contained yet."Roger tells me.

I expect that you will be getting earpiece calls from many of your tenants in the construction such as kraft paper food, who is the original proprietor of the building. I would hold in to see but if you didn't buy the property in an ‘ as is'status we should probably get legal involved,"Roger says to me.

I thought about taking the jet to the property in Wisconsin, but I decided against it since we had another bit of time with Special agent Virginia Wade, plus the SS agents who will companion us on this missionary station out in the LA desert once again. Fred, John, and I are supposed to meet up with the DEA just after 1 pm. All in all, we are supposed to have about 32 people on our side of this mission.

After I hung up from the phone, I noticed that Dakota was in my log Z's bed. I tiptoed around her and saw that she was wearing pantie just as Dr. Ronda had requested. I headed into the bathroom to take care of my morning tariff which included a quick exhibitioner. As I had my oral sex underneath the water, I felt the cold air from the shower door being opened. I turned around expecting to see Dakota, but instead, it was Allison. I haven't played with Allison in quite a spell, so it made me smile to see her get into the shower stall with me.

I jokingly pushed her underneath the showerhead to get her stallion body wet before I began to wash her including a shampoo. As I was soaping her up, I leaned in and kissed her on the dorsum of the cervix. She reached behind her and gave my prick a couplet of towboat which made me smile.

We spent several minutes in the shower together before we turned the hot H2O off. I grabbed two towels and we took our metre to dry each other. Once we were finished with the drying, we tossed the towels into the hamper.

After putting the towels into the hamper, we went to my bedroom. She put a clean dry white tee shirt on with no pantie's underneath. I put on my usual, a duo of shorts plus a white tee shirt. Once I was dressed, we left the bedroom to take her vertebral column to her sleeping accommodation. I opened the door and she immediately went to her cupboard and took out a cute outfit to wear. It was a nice yellow print top and a dyad of yellow short pants. She decided to go barefoot for now, but that may change later.

When she was finished dressing, we went down to the TV room. No one was in the way, so we turned the TV on, and I selected an all-news channel to get the to the highest degree information about our tugboat in Wisconsin on flack. Sammy came out to the TV room and asked Allison what she would like for breakfast, she asked for scrambled eggs and gritrock. Sammy also asked me what I would like. I told him one of his great bacon and cheese omelette with some fried potatoes on the side of meat. He told that my breakfast would take about 20 proceedings and that he would put it on the dining elbow room table when it is ready.

I sat down on the frame watching our tower in Badger State suntan. My rattling gratefulness was that it was a weekend day and virtually no one had to be evacuated from the building. I texted Jennifer to release on the TV when she gets up to see our tower in Wisconsin burning. We needed to deplumate the sound declaration as well as the phonograph record for the attack suppression company on how late the fire inhibition equipment had been checked. I also wanted a tilt of tenant to be contacted and encounter out when the flack department is finished for them to let us know what was capable to be salvaged out of their offices.

I switched back and forth on the TV from one news show line to another trying to get better shots of the building burning at the stake. I put a yell into the Fire Department in capital of Wisconsin Wisconsin asking them about my building that was on fire. I got a very nice madam who told me that there really was no additional information at this time, and she said that they already had my name and turn to be reached once there is something to tell me. I thanked her for her time and hung up.

As I sat on the lounge with Allison, my phone buzzed once again. It was from Roger again. This time his text read : married man murder wife in Chicago in one of the Pinetree hotels. local anesthetic law enforcement will be sending us copies of all the Police reports.

I just shook my head thinking that he was very prophetic in his first text message telling me that it wasn't a right showtime to the day.

I put my arm around Allison and pulled her into me as we watched the news program. Although I prefer FOX news show, I did observe CBS news show to try and get a unlike camera Angle on the ardour. One matter that I noticed was a totally lot of fireman standing around by the fervor hand truck. I wondered to myself why so many the great unwashed were just standing around.

After about an hour of watching the fire on the news, FOX switched away from the fire and did a piece on the execution in Michigan in a Pinetree. They clearly pointed out that it was a house servant furiousness lawsuit as the husband had been arrested multiple times before.

My earphone buzzed once again. This clock time it was Special factor Wade of the DEA. She said"calling off the desert take as we don't have enough agent to handle this group. Thanks for the offer of avail ”.

I kind of exhaled knowing that my people won't be put in impairment's way. I went over to the SS agent and show him my phone and the textbook content. He thanked me for the update. I texted John and Fred that today's clock time with the DEA is off. A few moment later Fred texted back that he appreciated the update.

As promised, Sammy delivered Allison her bollock and sand along with a fresh cup of burnt umber. He also delivered me the omelet that I asked for along with some fried potatoes. He had also poured me a glass of succus. He put my collection plate at the head of the table and the one for Allison right next to me where Dakota normally sits.

Since the DEA event was off for the day, I dialed up the jet crowd and let them know whenever they get ready, I would care to fly to James Madison Badger State. After hanging up from them I went and woke Dakota and Jill. Since neither one had any coffee, yet they were both very grumpy. I already had Allison pouring them coffee.

I flicked on the TV in my bedroom. Both Dakota and Jill let out small gasps at seeing our towboat burning. I suggested to both to pack an overnight bag, just in causa we end up staying over.

I ask Allison if she would care to go to Wisconsin, she asked if it would be OK if she skipped the trip, which I kissed her and told her it would be no problem, but to detain here at the Chateau as I didn't want anyone out roaming around with the Mexican Drug Cartel not playing nice with us nor the DEA.

I texted Diane telling her that we were making a trip to Wisconsin and that I would like her and whoremonger and Jennifer to get together me in the jet. It took a distich of second, but I finally got two school text message. One from Diane telling me that she and lav were getting prepare and one from Jennifer telling me she would be ready in to a lesser extent than a half-hour.

I also texted Fred to let him acknowledge that the DEA case today had been canceled. In my text message, I let him know that we were heading to the jet to stool a trip to our pillar in Wisconsin.

Diane and King John were the number 1 to arrive at the dining way table. john asked for his usual kitchen sink omelet. Diane wanted scrambled eggs and a cup of chocolate. I reached into the fridge and gave her a bottle of weewee as well.

About the metre Bobby was finishing trick's omelet, Dakota and Jill came out to the dining room leaving their overnight bags at the front door. John ate at his formula speed shoveling the solid food into his lip as quickly as he possibly could.

Since Dakota and Jill were both going with me, both female agentive role and one male agent accompanied us. They each had an overnight bag gear up and they set them by the look door. A few minutes later Jennifer joined us. I looked around the elbow room and depend toilet, Diane, Jennifer, Dakota, Jill, myself and three SS agent. It seemed as if we all were there. However, we only had a Ithiel Town car in the service department, so we had to take a twosome of auto. Tina offered to drive Diane, John the Evangelist, and Jennifer. Fred took Jill and her SS agent in the township car. That left Dakota and her agent to rag along with me and my agent. Donna volunteered to take Dakota, and me along with our certificate agents to the jet.

When we all arrived at the jet, I gave Fred some information about our takings so we would be better prepared with a lifesize limousine or two to direct back to the Chateau. Everyone grabbed their overnight bag and climbed the stairs to enter the jet. Once we were all into the jet, they closed the doorway and locked it in place. The jet slowly moved from its parking slur towards the runway. We waited in telephone line to get on the rail. There were three special K in presence of us, although once the three spurt took off, we lined up for charade as well.

We paused for a moment then we felt the luscious acceleration of the planer. Before we got to the end of the track, the nose of the jet took a keen upward angle putting us in the air and on our way to Madison, Wisconsin.

Dakota got up and came over to sit by me. She turned around and flipped her tee-shirt up from the vertebral column to show me that she was indeed wearing scanty, which made me smile. Dakota sat with her stage on top of my lap. She leaned her forefront into me as we leveled out in the air. I gently began to rub Dakota's branch and feet.

On the other English of me sat Jennifer. John and Diane sat on the making love bum with Diane leaning her chief onto bathroom's dresser. Jennifer put her arms around me and put her principal on my left hand shoulder joint. We ran into some turbulence as we passed over Beehive State and Colorado, however, once we passed those two states the flying smoothed right out. The flight to Wisconsin was right at the three-hour point of accumulation. Dakota pulled her legs and foot off me when the planing machine began its descent to land.

Unfortunately, we had to encircle the airport a brace of times before the tower gave us permit to land the jet. Finally, we got the plane on the primer coat. We taxied the jet to the private planer area. I saw the two limo that Dakota had ordered up for us to ride in while in Wisconsin.

Our pilot was able-bodied to park the jet amongst other private planes. We got the door open and went down to the limos. Jill, Dakota and I along with three SS agents got into one limousine with Jennifer, Saint John the Apostle, and Diane getting into the other limo. Both of our number one wood knew where we were headed. They shut the binding doors and headed the limos down the road towards the burning at the stake towers. I could see them a couple of naut mi before we got to the towers. As we arrived, there were several TV news gang filming the fervidness and taking consultation with people who had nix to do with the tug, they just happened to be standing close, so they were interviewing them.

CHAPTER 2

When we pulled up to the roped-off area by the pillar entrance, I put my best font on to talk to the TV newsperson about the tower. piles of dubiousness were asked of me. I looked for and finally found the Fire honcho. I asked him if everyone was OK and that there were no people left in the tower. He told me that they got everyone out and that only belongings hurt, no human trauma, which made me palpate good.

I did manage to inquire about when the flack investigating would begin. The representative from the Fire section told me that no investigation would begin until after the entire fire was completely out.

I got a phone call from especial agent Virginia Wade. She told me that she got into a bit of trouble for allowing my grouping to attend to her DEA agents in taking down the Mexican Drug trust. I apologized to her for getting her into a bit of trouble, but she told me to not worry about it.

We pulled the two limos just a few feet away from the TV news vans. I got out with Jennifer and Dakota by my side. We answered as many of the doubt as we could, but we did stress that we were grateful that there was no one inside the business office towner and that we will be happy with getting the results of the fire investigation.

One of the cameramen told us that it will be nigher to 12 60 minutes before the fire is out then they will begin the investigating. I thanked him for the entropy and asked where a dependable diner is that's not too far away. He recommended a mom and pop diner that was about 8 cube removed from the fire. When we arrived at the dining compartment, both device driver parked the limos at the far corner of the parking lot. We all got out and went inside.

The spot was virtually empty, but one of our drivers told us all that the solid food was serious, so we took his suggestion and decided to rest. With there being a total of 9 of us, we pushed two board together and sat down. A skillful older waitress came over to our mesa and started taking drunkenness decree. She discussed the special of the day, which was eggplant parmesan with a small side of meat salad and a heavy slice of garlic bread.

Jill wanted the limited, Dakota ordered a grilled cheese sandwich with a bowl of Lycopersicon esculentum soup. Jennifer ordered tuna salad on toasted sourdough bread. John and Diane both ordered the exceptional as well. I went in a totally different instruction ; I ordered a BLT on T. H. White pledge with mayo and two slicing of tomato. I ordered a Coke and everyone else ordered a soda as well. I didn't hear what the SS agents ordered since they ended up sitting at a board adjacent to us.

So, it ended up being 6 of my playgroup and 3 agents. I quietly told the waitress that I was picking up the greenback for the protective cover team that was sitting at a different table. Since the eating house wasn't all that busy, the meal came quickly. One thing that I noticed was that anyone who ordered a sandwich, such as me only got the sandwich. When I pressed the waitress, she told me that you must order French fries or a side salad otherwise you only get the sandwich. The waitress trying to placate all of us brought a big plate of Daniel Chester French fries. Dakota, as common, put some of the fries on to a small plate and slathered them with ketchup before taking some and stuffing them into my lip and giggling all about it.

It didn't take long, but the SS agents finished quite quickly their meal, while my table was still working on their repast. I guess the chips arriving late helped slacken us down.

The waitress noticed that all the SS factor where carrying firearm. She asked how come they had artillery. I explained that they are protection broker for me and Jill and Dakota. The waitress shrugged and walked away, clearly ; she didn't understand what I had told her.

John the Evangelist was eating like a madman. When Diane got through with her meal, he finished it as well. She just smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek. He in-turn, kissed her back putting a bit of ketchup on her impertinence, which made both giggles as well as the residue of the table.

When three very loud adolescent came into the restaurant, I saw that the SS broker got a bit nervous. The teens sat down a few table away from us. One of the agents moved her chair over next to Dakota and Jill. The adolescent noticed her do that and made a loud comment about how ridiculous they thought my protection point was. They decided to elicit the agents by taunting them verbally. The federal agent didn't say a word but when one of the teens got up and walked over to get in their face, the male agentive role stood up and asked the teen to go back to his table. Instead, he decided that he would do what he wanted to do and there was nil that the agent could do about it.

Just as the teen decided to subscribe a jive at the federal agent, the teen had his typeface bounced off the table and was handcuffed in endorsement. That only escalated the situation. The waitress demanded that the agent put out the teenager. The stripling only threatened the agent more than. Now all three factor were involved, and they asked the teens to go back to their table and just leave us alone. The teens decided that they were right and took a swing at the agentive role. All three factor took the teens down like calves at a rodeo. All three were lying face down on their table with the waitress yelling at the agentive role that she's about to call the police and that they would find real problem as the Sherriff doesn't like strangers who cause difficulty. At this gunpoint, Dakota stood up and told the waitress that we can get bad Service and unruly teen at any diner in the world and that she should stay out of our business.

I asked for the bill, which the waitress had to add once again. I got up and went to the John Cash register to pay the bill, but she was too busy running her mouth with the Captain James Cook. I looked at the total on the bank bill and threw down enough to pay the bank note but only left her a 5 % tip since she decided to come in her nose into our business. Dakota took a shot of the money next to the throwaway, so she couldn't call the Sherriff and tell him that we did the old Dine and Dash routine. I asked the SS agents to let go the teens, which they did, but they were quick to re-cuff them if they decided once again to put their nozzle into our business.

The nine of us walked out of the restaurant with the waitress telling us not to hurry back. Dakota was quick to tell her that we wouldn't come back if the food was barren. That made all of us laugh as we left.

We got back into the limos and headed back to the towers to see if the fire was under ascendance yet. When we got there, we saw that the tower was still on flak, but it appeared to be much to a greater extent under mastery at this percentage point. Most of the new new wave left with only the one from FOX news remaining.

We all got out of the limos and stood there watching the firefighters attacking the fire on various floors.

Dakota, Jill, Jennifer, and I started making tenant headphone phone call. Everyone was informed about the flak and that the tug may not be open for respective solar day. I asked the people from kraft paper why the sprinklers didn't kick on ; they had no reply for that question.

I dialed up our legal department to have got them pull all the paperwork on the acquisition of that office staff tugboat. They told me that it would admit a couple of days, but they will send me copies for me to expect over. Our top effectual attorney for holding acquisition told me he would direct me his depth psychology of the paperwork and severalize me if it was an ‘ as is'purchase or something else. I thanked him and give ear up the phone.

As we stood there making phone calls, the newsperson for FOX news program came over to one of the agents and asked who to speak to about this flak. They politely pointed at me. The reporter, named Ashley Johnson, was gorgeous and civilized. When I finished my earpiece Call, I turned off my telephone set and put it in my pocket. She asked me several questions while I was being videotaped. She thanked me for the individual interview and left with her cameraman. I asked one of the fire department maitre d'hotel when they thought it would be completely out. He told me that it will be at least deep tomorrow and possibly into the take after day before they will have the fire completely out and able to begin their investigation of the blast. I thanked him for his time and gathered my people to channelise back to the jet.

It took respective second to get to the jet but once we were there, we all walked the steps and got into the jet, felicitous to be leaving this city. The co-pilot closed the hatch and took us to the rail. The jet once again accelerated down the runway and into the air to head back abode. I knew that the flight would take another three hours, but I was ready to aim a minuscule nap. I stretched out and found Dakota curl up up into me as the flight of steps went towards home.

Once again, we experienced some minuscule amount of turbulence over Colorado and Utah, but once we hit California, we were in the clear and it was suave seafaring from that degree on to LA.

CHAPTER 3

As the jet went from a stage flight of steps to a descent preparing to bring down, Dakota rolled off me and I opened my eyes. I asked the SS factor if they think anything will come of the teen, they didn't believe anything would, but they said that they would check in with local law enforcement just to make sure.

It was only a few bit before the jet made a sharp downturn to land. Apparently, that part of the flight always makes Dakota anxious as she squeezed me tightly just before the rack hit the runway. As we taxied around to where our limo were waiting, I saw Fred standing stoically outside one of the limousine. I heard Dakota tell Jill that when Fred is driving the limo, she feels much better. Jill agreed with her.

The buffer and co-pilot taxied the jet around to the slope of the airdrome that other private super acid were parked, and our jet was parked right adjacent to them. Once the jet came to a blockage, the co-pilot extended the steps down and we all began to get off the plane.

Jill, Dakota, and I along with our three SS agent got into the large of the limos and John, Diane, and Jennifer got into the second limousine. Fred started our limo and the female driver, whom I didn't know started the other limousine and we all headed to the chateau. The cause didn't take long at all since it was still Saturday.

"Hey, Fred, who's the lady that is driving the early limo ?"I asked.

"That is Rebecca. She's only been with us for a week. We recruited her from one of our competitors. She seems to be enjoying the job and I know that she is making good summit,"Fred tells me. I smile when I hear that new employees are being successful.

"Well, that's groovy to hear,"I say to Fred.

"How 're thing with you and Mom ?"I ask.

"Oh, we 're doing just fine, give thanks you for asking. She's really made a friend with Tina's Mother Deloris which I think is good for her. I mean, she loves all the young in our sign, but it is prissy for her to cause person airless to her own age to contribution life experiences with,"Fred tells me.

"I agree completely,"I tell Fred.

Fred asks,"How bad was the fire up close ?"

"wellspring, it looks as if the tower will be burning for at least another 24-36 hours. After they finally get the towboat put out, only then will start the investigation,"I tell Fred.

"St. David, you know about the house servant wildness case in Chicago, don't you ?"Fred asks me.

"Yes, I know. Not really the great showtime to the day. Our tower in Wisconsin on ardor and a domestic violence murder in Windy City at a Pinetree, form of like a one-two punch.

My phone buzzed. It was Allison calling me.

"Hey, Darling, what's up ?"I ask her.

"I'm really not feeling good and wonder what I should do,"She asks me.

"Are you still at the house ?"I ask her.

"Well, um….I'm at the store,"she tells me, which kind of bother me.

"What store are you at ?"I ask.

"Macy's. I thought I would take care at their sale on some winter dress but once I got here, I started feeling poorly,"she says to me.

I direct Fred to head to Macy's to pick up Allison. I have Dakota calling Dr. Ronda to let her know that we will be bringing Allison to see her shortly. Dr. Ronda tells Dakota to just get Allison and take her back to the Chateau and she will assemble us there.

Dakota tells Fred what Dr. Ronda said to do and he acknowledged it. It was only a few bit before we were pulling up to the Macy's. Allison was standing outside the door leaning against the building. Fred pulled up and one of the security system agents got out and gathered her up and put her in the limo. Allison crawled over to me and put her psyche in my lap, which form of worried me.

"Darling how much water have you had today ?"I ask her.

"Um, some. I don't really know,"she says. Now I'm worried about her.

Fred is racing the limo back to the Chateau. I am just stroking Allison's forefront hoping that it will soothe her. Fred pushes several yellow lights before he finally gets us back to the Chateau. He pokes the requisite clit to open the outer gate then open the inner gate. I see Dr. Ronda's car already in the courtyard.

Fred pulls the limo up to the front end door. We all get out. I carry Allison inside the house and lay her John L. H. Down on the couch. Dr. Ronda comes over to her and begins taking vital augury, checking blood pressure sensation, listening to her heart and her ventilation. She puts on the blood pressure cuff.

I sit there worried with Allison's head still in my lap. I am stroking her hair. Jill is standing close by, Dakota is standing close by, as well as lav, Diane, and Jennifer. Everyone is worried about our slight Allison. Although I'm annoyed with her leaving the Chateau, I'm more vex that there is something dramatically wrong with her.

Dr. Ronda believes that Allison has something such as an transmission. She wants us to take aim her to City infirmary for a few years stay. I carry her back out to the limo and one factor goes with me. Dakota also joins me in the limousine along with a female agent to protect her. Jill decides to stay at the Chateau.

Fred gets the limousine racing towards city hospital with Dr. Ronda right hand behind the limousine. Dr. Ronda pushes several lily-livered lights and even and red luminance. Getting to City hospital took about half the time it normally does. Fred just pulled the limousine right in front of the ER entry. Dr. Ronda parked her car in the physician parking lot and hurried into the ER.

Dr. Ronda took ascendance and guided us to an examination room. Once we were in there, she put an IV into Allison's arm and attached a bag of the saline answer so that she would start out to rehydrate.

A nanny came into the exam elbow room to wait on Dr. Ronda. They asked Allison if she was allergic to anything. Allison told her that she was allergic to morphine and a duet of former drugs. Dr. Ronda ordered a different pain medicine to help Allison. She also ordered a descent draw as she suspects that Allison has some sort of contagion but needs the lab study to confirm that.

Allison is drowsy, and I just stand there caressing her hair's-breadth which sort of makes her smile. The two agents that came along to guard Dakota and I are standing like guard detent right outside the exam way doorway.

Dr. Ronda tells us that she will stick around overnight at the very minimum but may end up staying as long as a week. She expects that Allison has an infection of some sort but that won't be confirmed until the lab work comes back in about an hour.

I see Dakota texting someone at the Chateau what is going on with Allison. When I ask whom she is texting, she tells me that it is Tina and that Tina will recite everyone what is happening with Allison.

As expected, Dr. Ronda has the nurses arranging a way for Allison. When the conveyance guy comes to deal her, Dakota and I follow close behind along with our two SS broker. We walk through the labyrinth of the hallway until they get to way 1708 where they put Allison in the room. It is a bingle room, so Allison won't be sharing with person else. I suspect that is because she has an contagion and the hospital doesn't want her spreading the infection that she has with some other hospital patient.

Allison isn't in the room very long before Dr. Ronda comes in and checks on her. Dakota is on one side of the bed and I'm on the other, but when Dr. Ronda comes into the way, Dakota changes sides of Allison to support next to me allowing Dr. Ronda space to do her exam of Allison.

Dakota texts Tina the way number that Allison is in so people from the Chateau could some visit with her. Dr. Ronda estimates that Allison will be in metropolis Hospital about a week. I am worried about Allison, but with Dr. Ronda in burster of Allison, my fears are minimal.

The two SS agents once again are standing outside the hospital way much like guard domestic dog, both Dakota and I find that a bit humorous. Allison is audio asleep and I'm caressing her hair. I'm worrying about Allison, but only to a sealed sum of money of worry. My briny worry is wondering how Allison got this infection and is there something that we need to address at the Chateau to keep others from acquiring this infection.

I told Dakota to help me set up for the HR convention that we will be having on Monday of side by side week. I need some plan B people just in showcase some end up getting fired or quit on me.

It dawns on me that maybe we should feature few HR people and have all new employees processed through one department.

Sitting in Allison's elbow room, the TV still showed the fire from Wisconsin. You could see that the firing was now under ascendency, but not out just yet. I shook my head watching the newsworthiness clip about the tower.

When 8 pm came around, the announcement that visiting hour were now over, and it was time to make up your way out of City Hospital. Visiting minute would begin at 9 am tomorrow cockcrow. Dakota and I got up and went to the charge nurses'desk to make sure they had both my cell earphone and Dakota's electric cell phone issue. I also saw Dr. Ronda coming out of another patient's room. I went over to her and gave her a passionate kiss which caused her to respond in kind.

Dakota and I along with our two SS factor left urban center Hospital and walked outside the front master entrance to find Fred waiting for us. We got into the backrest and Fred closed the door. When he got the limo moving, he asked how Allison was doing. We told her that they believe that she has an infection and will be in the hospital for about a week.

In the vertebral column of the limo, I stretched my branch out. Dakota switched seats and snuggled up to me putting her head on my chest.

"Darling, how are you doing ?"I asked.

"wellspring, since I'm here with my Daddy, I'm doing just fine,"She says to me.

I caress her tomentum as I hear her trend to catch some Z's while laying on my chest.

It doesn't take too long for Fred to get us back to the Chateau. He drops us at the front door and parked the limo in the garage. I let the SS agents know that I will most probable make another trip to urban center Hospital to chatter Allison tomorrow morning. They thank me for giving them a pass's up about the visit.

Dakota and I head inside, and we smell something delightful. It occurs to us that neither Dakota nor myself have had anything to eat since about lunch period. We both head into the kitchen where we find a crockpot filled with boeuf stew. Both Dakota and I filled a couple of dental plate and carried them over to the dining room board to sit down and eat.

Tina comes over and tells us that Jill went to bed early as she was just tired out. Tina gives me a kiss, very erotic and passionate. Fred walks through the front way to manoeuver down the hallway to Mom's elbow room. I heard the door undefended and then close. I just smile felicitous that Mom and Fred have been seeing each other for quite a spell no. We haven't found a gentleman for Tina's mom just yet, but we will.

CHAPTER 4

When I woke up the next good morning, Jill told me that she thought she would stay in bed for a while. I asked if she thought she should go see Dr. Ronda, but she fussed at me. When I finished my dawning duty in the lav, I texted Dr. Ronda that now Jill wasn't feeling honorable. She texted mightily back that she will come to visit Jill before she heads to City Hospital to see Allison.

I turn on the TV and see that the attack in our tower still is the spark advance level on the morning news. However, it appears as if the flak is almost out. I call the Fire Department in Wisconsin and ask how far along in putting the fire out they might be. The lady at the attack section tells me that it is about 90 % out and they are checking for any hot spots since there is so lots paper, plus they are checking the trading floor both above and below where the fervidness took place. I thanked her for her time and hung up.

I go out into the dining way and see Sammy and Bobby making everyone breakfast. Sammy asks me what I would like for breakfast. I just tell him once again that my normal omelet would be just okay. I see John eating one of his everything but the kitchen sink omelets, but Diane was just having a gash of toast and a coffee.

I texted Dr. Ronda that Diane was not feeling well either. She texted me that she would see at her as well. I pulled Dakota over to me and whispered in her ear to have Tina keep an eye on Diane throughout the day. She kissed me and told me she would do just that.

After I eat my omelette, we load up into the limo. John, Dakota, and I along with two SS agents get into the limousine. As usual, Fred is our driver and weaves his way through the traffic to get to City hospital as quickly as he can. I think about how well Fred takes guardianship of us.

When we arrive at the infirmary, Fred drops the three of us off at the primary entrance. The two SS factor that came with us also get out at the front room access to the infirmary. The five of us weave our way through the maze of hallway to get to Allison's elbow room number 1708. When we arrive, Allison is eating some gritrock and some scrambled powdered eggs. She has a methamphetamine hydrochloride of OJ as well as a bad cup of coffee. She puts cream pitcher and clams in the coffee tree to try and avail the taste, but they really don't help at all.

I hug Allison to relax her. She tells me that she really doesn't feel all that different than when we brought her to the infirmary. I take a look at the chart the nurses and Doctor of the Church have written their bill into. They all seem to argue that Allison is suffering from an transmission although they don't mention where the infection is located in the body. I see her vital organ that they keep talking and they show that Allison's ancestry pressure is a bit gamey and that her white rip count is extremely high gear. Dr. Ronda ordered some antibiotics along with another bag of fluids to keep her hydrated.

It makes me think about the noblewoman that are back at the Chateau. Are they all dehydrated ? Is there something that is being passed around ? Do we require to do a complete scrub from top to bottom to eliminate any source in our house ?

After we visit with Allison for a piece, we all head back to the limo for Fred to postulate us back family. Dakota reminds me that I have the HR group meeting tomorrow morning at 9 am at the convention shopping mall. I ask her to mathematical group every HR person by where they are in the res publica and to impress out potential difference public figure as substitution in case some quit or get let go tomorrow.

After visiting with Allison, we get back into the limousine and Fred drives us back home base to the Chateau. Because I was intending to wake up about 7 am I headed to bed at about 9 pm. Jill still wasn't feeling all that well. Dr. Ronda stopped by the sign about dinner clip and ate with all of us. She took vitals of Diane, Jill, Tina, and Dakota. Jill and Diane were still feeling under the weather. Tina and Dakota were feeling just fine.

Dr. Ronda prescribed some antibiotics for the Lady, strong enough to attack the virus, but gentle enough to not hurt the babies. She had them sent to Walgreen's. Tina went to pick them up after two hours.

On Monday morning, I woke up with two affair on my brain. One, how are the ladies doing ? Two, how many HR citizenry will we misplace today ?

I get up and do my morning tariff in the john, including taking a prissy hot shower bath. No one joined me in the exhibitioner stall, which was a Nice assuagement for me.

I put on a nice dress shirt, black slacks, and a tie. I brought my courting coating along, but I wasn't sure if I felt like wearing it or not. I met Dakota and Tina at the front door along with one female and one male agent to protect us. Fred took us to the pattern center where he dropped us off at the master entrance.

I head inside and prefer a bottom on the phase. Dakota also took a stern next to Tina with the two SS agents standing off to one side but keeping skinny propinquity to Tina, Dakota, and myself.

As 9 am rolled around, the massive number of HR hoi polloi entered the main doors of the convention center way. The masses at the movement desks were directing the HR people to sit together by district, which they did. They seemed excited that they were sitting together.

I purposely began the coming together a bit tardy so everyone had the opportunity to find their seat and not miss anything that I wanted to say. The first thing that I talked about was how many new employees were not processed properly into our organisation. I pointed out that it costs us hundreds of clam extra when we don't set up a new employee properly. They expect to be paid on payday-like everyone else, but if they are not set up correctly then we have to rush paying them with a paycheck and overnight postal service it to them. Instead of them getting send deposit.

I pointed out the district that were not being successful and having the most special cut checks for new employees. I also pointed out just how many people were still in our system that had already been terminated. Most of the HR people gasped when I told them how many employees this mismanagement of paysheet and new employee processing cost the company along with how many people, we overpaid by not terminating them as they should receive been.

I publicly thank Rob from IT and his team who individually verified each and everyone that worked for us was still on the proper payroll, some wanting a payroll check but virtually of them wanting manoeuvre alluviation. I pointed out that the prior 12 months we overpaid non-terminated employees almost $ 600,000 in addition, we had to cut nearly $ 300,000 worth of all-night payroll check, which also caused a lot of gasps.

I asked for a committal from each territorial dominion to do a better job in terminating go away employees and processing the paperwork for new employees to put them on the payroll.

nigh every HR mortal committed to doing a unspoilt job at handling new employees. I started with the top 10 inconvenience dominion in our company. I didn't gens any gens, but respective people who knew that their territory was not doing the job properly got up and left their work keys on the table. I watched as they walked out the door and left field. There was a lot of whispering about citizenry quitting, which didn't both me. We had only two district that the entire district quit and thankfully it was the underside two dominion of the entire company. Once they got up and left, I had Dakota and Tina collect their troupe discover off the tables.

As we approached dejeuner, I saw the delivery drivers from jimmy John's bringing in corner of sandwiches and chips along with cooler of soda ash and water.

Dakota went to the food and got 5 sandwiches and 5 crapulence. She handed the two SS broker their sandwiches first and their drink then sat down with Tina and I to have lunch. Oddly decent, we had a few citizenry who wanted to sit with us to break up our brainiac on what we were going to do about the HR hoi polloi who quit and just walked out. I explained that we have people waiting in the wings to be promoted, plus I wanted to reduce the overall number of HR citizenry in our company. They seemed to correspond with me on my plan.

After the lunch was over, I called out various people and promoted them to become HR force. I still holler these citizenry my design B people. They all are excited that they have been recognized as promotable people in our company. When I announced multitude's names, I got mountain of squealing and clapping. At 4 pm, I ended the HR convention by thanking everyone for attending. When I left the stage I received a standing standing ovation, which made me smile. I gathered up my two ladies and the two SS broker and headed out to the limo. Where Fred was waiting patiently to take us home.

I asked that we stop and see Allison at City Hospital. Fred made the necessary registration and was in front of the hospital in just a few minutes.

We got out of the limo and went inside the infirmary to see Allison. We arrived just as the foodservice multitude were dropping of her dinner party tray. She didn't seem all that enthused about dinner. She told me she is missing Sammy and Bobby. I kissed her and we headed home.

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