The Chauffeur ( # 61 ) A Shooting

By PABLO DIABLO

right of first publication 2019

CHAPTER 1

It had been several calendar week since we have heard of the Russian guys as well as Horowitz and his band of felon. However, Dakota kept a log in her journal of any issues, even if they were not confirmed. She still didn't trustfulness that the Russians had been foiled and she certainly didn't think that Horowitz group was out of business.

As the morning rolled in, so did a thunderstorm. Not a lot of wind, but hatful of rainwater, lightning, and thunder. I really didn't even want to leave the Chateau but work at the Hawk called.

I got into the limousine that Fred was driving. Sharon, Dakota, Jill, Donna all came with me. John chose to drive his truck so he and Diane went to the Hawk in his truck. The weather really was stinky. On the way to the mortarboard, we came across lots of accidents, almost as if citizenry forgot how to force back in icky weather.

What usually was about a 20-minute driving force became an minute 's campaign to get to the mortarboard. Fred pulled the limo into the parking service department, so no one got wet going from the limo to the elevator. I told Fred to fall about noontide to contain us to tiffin. I had that Italian home that Fred introduced us to in my oral sex for luncheon as they always have swell food for thought, and everyone seems relaxed and glad to eat there.

We took the lift up to our base. Jill dialed up Diane to ensure that she and John were getting through the crappy dealings. She said that the going was slow, but they were only a few blocks away from the parking garage.

Jill and Sharon immediately went to their desks to tackle ongoing undertaking and hopefully stop them up today. Donna went to her desk and began making phone claim as she was again working on the purchase of a new place column. This one was to be in Kentucky.

I got on the speech sound and made phone calls to the various offices we had following up on things that I had asked to be corrected earlier.

One thing that I did notice was we came to the office with only two SS agentive role. When I opened my computer, I saw an email from one of the agents telling me that some of them were going to spend nigh of the day reassessing the security at the Chateau.

As John and Diane got off the elevator, I saw Mariana also get off the lift with them, which made me feel better that she was able-bodied to safely get to make through the crappy weather.

As I made my way through the morning sound calls, the tempest outside seems to deepen. jiffy of lightning and clangor of hell dust were changeless. At one point, the luminosity flickered in the war hawk, but they never went out.

I got up from my computer and walked around the office telling everyone that if they didn't need to be on their laptop computer to stay off them. Most of the office staff were able to go to making phone call option and stay on off their reckoner. A couple of stave members needed to continue making phone calls.

john, as usual, was being his goofy self. He stood at one of the declamatory windows watching the tempest. Suddenly, a large lightning bolt hit the construction across the street causing John to parachute back as the roaring was almost immediate.

Fred came up to the business office and suggested that we leave for the restaurant at about 11:30 am due to the storm and H2O buildup in the streets. We all agreed and saw that it was currently 11:20 am so we were about 10 minutes away from leaving for tiffin. In my head, a big trough of spaghetti and meatballs sounded full on this wet day.

John, of trend, came over to my office to sharpen out that it was 11:30 am and sentence to leave for lunch. It really wasn't a surprise that bathroom was cook to leave to go eat. He collected his wife, Diane, and they headed down the lift to go over to the parking garage. The repose of us collected at the elevator and rode down together. It was nice seeing all the ladies in their cute raincoats and umbrellas.

When we got to the 2nd flooring, the elevator opened, and everyone spilled out to head across to the parking garage via the crossover.

Fred, of track, was waiting at the limo with the cover door open up for us.

All the madam got into the limousine followed by me. Fred closed the door and headed around to the driver's seat to need us to lunch. Fred had to sit and wait at the exit on the get-go story as there were three or four gondola ahead of us.

When we finally got to the exit to the street, a large motortruck came flying by and hit a puddle that splashed the whole front of the limo. Fred had to put the wipers on high pep pill to sort out the windowpane as quickly as possible.

Everyone seemed happy to be heading to the Italian restaurant for dejeuner. When we arrived all the ma'am got out and quickly headed inside the eating house. When the owner saw us arrive, he greeted us warmly and brought out a dyad of handbasket of toasted garlic bread, which is always a delight.

All the ladies were chatting away as the waitress worked her way around the mesa taking everyone's drink guild. Fred looked much like a drowning puppy. He just sat in his chair and asked if they had a cloth, he could borrow to dry his pilus. One of the busboys brought over a large cloth. Fred thanked him and began to use the material much like a towel.

Today just felt like a pizza day to my lunch colleagues. We ordered three extra-large pizzas. One was field high mallow, one was all meat, and the third was chicken, mushroom, and mellisonant Allium cepa. Everyone was delighted with the pizza ordered. Since it was a wet rainy day, we decided to pass on the common bottle of chianti. Instead, everyone had a decent hot cup of coffee.

I noticed that John and Diane were being all Lovey-Dovie which was dainty to see. As the pizzas were delivered, everyone dug into the ***********ion. I had asked the two SS agentive role to unite us, which they did.

As we were eating, a couple of large round men came into the restaurant and sat at a table. One of the SS agents wouldn't take her eye off them. I wasn't sure, but they sounded as if they were speaking eastern European between themselves. I kept one eye on them as well.

When we neared the end of the meal, Fred got up and headed outside to get the car. It did seem as if the two-round guy were keeping an eye on us. We all got up and started toward the restaurant doorway. The Lady stopped and put on their raincoats and made sure that they each had their umbrellas.

Fred pulled the limo up to the sidewalk by the breast room access. Just as we were leaving the restaurant, a lightning bolt hit nearby, and the scissure of thunder was immediate. There was a arcsecond crack just a moment after the first gear chap.

Suddenly, I felt something whiz by my give ear. One of the SS broker yelled for everyone to hit the ground. All the gentlewoman dropped to the wet sidewalk as to a greater extent things whizzed by us. Both SS federal agent withdrew their weapons and discharged them down the pavement towards 4 prominent round men who were outside waiting for us.

Fred, who was standing in the rain, also withdrew his weapon and fired at the turgid men about 50 feet away from us on the sidewalk. King John watched the two-round men that were inside the restaurant, but they didn't seem to be involved in our shootout.

When the SS agents gave us the all-clear, we stood up. Everyone was standing when I heard Sharon asking Jill,"Jill…. Jill……are you alright ?"

Jill was still laying on the terra firma. One of the SS agents dialed up 911 requesting paramedic and constabulary. The possessor of the restaurant came outside with a handful of towels to assist stop the bleeding. Diane and the former SS agent took the towels and put them on the two large gob in her that line of descent was pouring out of onto the concrete sidewalk.

While it was only a few minutes, it felt as if it was an time of day or Sir Thomas More. The two male person paramedics asked Diane and the SS agent to move aside so they could cultivate on Jill and her baby. I watched in bedaze silence as they shocked her inwardness to pop again. Dakota came over to me and stood next to me. She gently grasped my deal while the paramedic worked.

It took every bit of mastery not to fall to my human knee right next to Jill. The paramedical shocked Jill three dissever times before she took an breathe in breath, but it was very shallow. Once she began breathing, they put an O2 hose under her intrude to give her continual oxygen.

While they were waiting for an ambulance, they were working on the two bullet hollow that had an immense amount of origin flowing out of her body. I didn't see it happen, but John moved over adjacent to me and put his hand on my shoulder. At that moment I saw that the sidewalk was covered in blood and that it was dripping off the pavement into the parking lot.

Once again, they grabbed the tenderness paddle and shocked her. Without saying a Book, my center teared up and snag began rolling down my face. As I was standing there, Dakota squeezed my hand tighter and put her head on my dresser. Sharon and Donna were visibly shaken by the shooting. Both were crying, not hysterically but they were full-on sobbing.

When the ambulance arrived, the paramedics were still frantically working on Jill. The ambulance meeter unloaded a rolling stretcher and brought it over next to her body. The paramedics stopped working on Jill for a moment to dilute her onto the rolling capstone. Once she was loaded, the ambulance meeter lifted her up and rolled her into the back of the ambulance.

One of the paramedics got into the ambulance with the former ambulance co-occurrence. They both continued to work on Jill frantically. The concomitant that didn't upgrade into the stake shut the hinder doors and ran around to get into the driver's seat. They pulled out as the second paramedic cleaned up their equipment and loaded it back into the paramedical vehicle.

As he pulled out, I stood there stunned not knowing what to do. Dakota walked me over to the limousine putting me in the back. Everyone else got in after me. trick and Diane went to his truck which was only a few feet away. Fred closed the rear door and headed towards the infirmary with all of us.

I don't really cognize how farseeing the cause from the restaurant was to the infirmary. When we arrived, Fred pulled the limo next to the ER unveiling doorway. All the ladies got out of the vehicle and went inside. Dakota had to choose me by the hand to get me out of the limo and inside the ER.

CHAPTER 2

I heard Dakota ask the guard where Jill was located but I didn't hear the solvent. Dakota never let go of my hand and walked me towards the exam room that the guard told her.

When we got there, it was the like exam room where I came to her aid when she was in the accident. Just as Dakota and I arrived, I saw the three doctor and two nanny pulling a White person bed sheet over Jill's head. At that very moment, my knee buckled underneath me, and I fell to the floor. Dakota sat on the storey with me just hugging me.

When John and Diane came around the recession, they saw me and Dakota on the floor. Diane knew instantly something wrong had happened. She whispered into St. John the Apostle's ear to ascertain out what happened as she would go enjoin the others that were in the ER waiting area.

As whoremonger walked around me, he saw the Edward White canvass over Jill's face. He knew that nil goodness has happened. Diane realized what has happened and went running out to the ER wait room. She frantically told everyone that Jill and the babe are dead.

Just as she finished telling the group, several city officer entered the ER. Diane overheard them ask where the group for Jill Graham Greene would be. Diane went over to the ship's officer and introduced herself. She took two of the policeman to the group that was waiting in the ER waiting area. After that, she took the remaining two officer down the hallway to the exam room where Jill's body was still laying with a sheet over her face.

I saw Diane leading the ship's officer down the hallway towards me and Dakota. She helped me up off the floor, however, my stifle were still very feeble, so she leaned me against the wall to help me bide standing.

"Hello Mr. Greene, I'm Sargent Don Major. We are here to investigate the shot in front of the Italian eatery,"the ship's officer says to me.

I just stand there numb.

"how-do-you-do officer, I'm Dakota Mr. Greene's personal assistant. What can I do for you ?"Dakota asked.

"Did you see the shooting ?"Officer Major asked.

"Well yes. I was in the meat of it along with Saint David. We didn't know that Jill had been shot until after the shooting was over,"Dakota told the officer.

"Who actually did the shooting from your group ?"Sargent Major asked.

"Why would you want to make out officer,"Dakota asked.

"We need to know who shot and where the shots went,"he says.

"Well, 4 magnanimous men were at the end of the sidewalk. When there was a orotund tornado of roaring then a second crack which we thought was scag as well, but it was their world-class guesswork at us. The hummer went whizzing by us. Both of our secret service surety bozo withdrew their artillery and come back ardour,"she told the officer.

"And where was Mr. Graham Greene located ?"John Singer Sargent Major asked.

"He was standing adjacent to his wife Jill, ”.

"And where is Mrs. Jill Greene ? We have inquiry for her as well,"

Dakota just raises her left arm and pointed towards the exam room. Sargent Major stepped around us to go into the test room, but he stopped when he saw the consistency underneath the white sheet.

"Mr. Graham Greene, I am sorry for your loss,"John Singer Sargent Major said.

I just stood there feeling numb and not knowing what to do. trick came over to me once again and grabbed me by the rap and began to walk me somewhere. Dakota took my hand and walked with privy and me. They both walked me towards the group waiting for me in the ER wait room. I remember hearing a couple of the ladies crying at the loss of Jill. I just couldn't bring myself to let any emotion show.

Fred must receive seen us as the limo pulled up to the ER door and our group all walked out to the vehicle. Fred opened the bet on doorway and John and Dakota pushed me into the car. lav and Diane went to his truck while the balance of the dame all climbed in behind me.

As usual, Fred shut the doorway and began driving us home.

When we arrived at the Chateau, everyone was waiting for us. Fred pulled the limousine into one of the garages. We all got out and headed into the house. Dakota kept with me, holding onto me making certain that I kept moving.

As we made our way into the family, everyone that was there said how sorry they were that we lost Jill and the child. I felt numb from head to toe. Dakota gently guided me into my bedroom, which now looked so vacant without Jill.

Dakota took me to the bathroom. She gently began to denudate me down. Once I was naked, she pushed me into the shower sales booth. In just a yoke of moments, she joined me. She turned on the water hot to soothe and loose my muscleman. She asked me to bow my head down so she could shampoo my tomentum. I did everything that she asked of me, but I was still in a huge daze.

When the shower was over, Dakota turned the water off and stepped out of the shower to grab a dyad of make clean dry towels. At first, she used one to dry me off. When I was dry, she used the other one to dry herself off. When we were both dry, she walked us out of the privy to my sleeping accommodation. She opened the dresser draftsman and pulled out a pair of basketball shorts. She had me maltreat into them. After they were on my body, she opened another draftsman to get me a blanched tee shirt and she had me sit on the boundary of the bed for her to put it on me.

She pulled out a tee shirt for herself and put it on. When we both had something on, she took me by the hand and walked me out to the TV elbow room. I remember looking at the clock on my dresser. It read at 8:30 pm. It had been almost 9 hr since I had something to eat and about 7 hours since Jill died.

Did she die because of me ?

What could I have done to commute what happened to her ?

What am I going to do without her ?

As these question were swirling around in my head, Melanie came to me and put her munition around me. She just held me without saying a word. I just stood there not really knowing what I was supposed to do.

After what seemed like an eternity, Melanie quit hugging me. Dakota kept walking me towards the TV elbow room where most of our group was sitting. When we reached the TV elbow room, Paula and Amy got up off the couch and put their weaponry around me telling me how sad they were for the departure of Jill and the baby.

"gaffer, is there anything I can get you ?"John asked me but I was at a loss for answering him.

Jennifer pushed me down onto the sofa. The ladies rotated sitting next to me and hugging me. All of them told me how good-for-naught they were for losing Jill and the sister. Every time someone said something that the terminal facial expression of Jill covered by that Caucasian tabloid kept burning a hole in my brain.

I was torn between being hapless and angry. My Einstein was stuck between both emotions.

When Sharon came over to me and sat down, she gently told me that she called the board of music director in NY and let them live that Jill was murdered today. They told her to let them recognize when her funeral will be.

Mariana wasn't at the Chateau, but she called and spoke to Amy about how badly she felt about losing Jill and the sister. She went on to say that she cajoled her hubby into keeping an eye on the probe by City Police.

The two chefs had a simple cream of mushroom cloud soup made for everyone to eat for dinner. Amy got David a trough of soup, which he really didn't seem interested in eating. Both chefs understood but offered to make anything that he might want, which was nothing.

As David sat on the sofa, his son showed up at the gate asking to see his father. Amy pushed to proper push to let him drive into the courtyard. Sharon was waiting for him at the forepart threshold. She warned him not to upset his begetter any further than he already is. Michael quickly agreed as he stepped into the Chateau.

Sharon escorted Michael over to his dad. Michael took a seat on the loveseat.

"Hey Dad,"Michael said.

David did not respond at all. He turned his head, looked at Michael than just went back to staring into space.

One of the chefs offered Michael some soup, which he gladly accepted. He got up from the love seat and walked over to the dining way table where he sat and enjoyed the soup.

Michael really didn't say much as he had been warned by Sharon.

When it got close to 11 pm, Dakota came over to David and took him by the hand and led him to bed. All of the noblewoman, both chefs, Fred, Melanie, John and Diane, and even Michael wished him a honorable Nox's nap, even though everyone knew that having a good dark's sleep was virtually impossible.

Dakota took his paw and led him to the bedroom. When David reached the threshold to the bedroom, he stopped and just looked at the bed. Dakota stood there quietly with him not pushing him at all. She just stood there quietly holding Jacques Louis David's helping hand and waiting for him to do the world-class move into his sleeping room. a great deal to Dakota's surprise, David turned and took a few steps down the hallway to Dakota's threshold.

She opened the doorway and David stepped inside. She walked paw in helping hand with David as he headed towards her bed.

"David, is everything OK ?"Dakota asked.

"It's fine. I just can't sleep in my bed tonight with no Jill,"he responded.

Dakota stripped Saint David down and turned the comforter back as David gently got into her bed. She was quite surprised as he had never slept one minute in her bed, but she had spent many Night in his bed.

Once he got comfortable in her bed, it took about 5 bit for him to fall asleep, which truly surprised her. She stripped down and got into the bed with him. She took her common dapple, her back facing him and her precious little ass wiggled up against him. He put one arm around her and pulled her in tightly. It didn't take very long before she heard gently snoring out of David, which made her grin that he was getting some peaceable sleep.

CHAPTER 3

When Dakota woke up in the morning, she didn't feel Saint David behind her. She sat up in bed and looked around but didn't see St. David anywhere. She got up and went into the bathroom to check for Saint David. She didn't see him in her toilet. She quickly jumped into the shower and took a nimble shower, maybe 3 minutes long. When she was through, she dried off and got dressed.

She walked out of her bedroom and over to David's bedchamber. She gently opened the door to see David sitting quietly on Jill's side of their bed. She walked quietly over to David. She sat on the bed next to him, gently rubbing his back.

"Is there anything I can do for you ?"Dakota quietly asked.

"No, darling. I just don't know what I'm supposed to be doing,"he responded.

"You're supposed to be doing whatever you feel comfortable. Everyone is here to help you,"Dakota said to him in a quiet low tone, almost a whisper.

Dakota stood up and took St. David by the hand and leash him out of the bedroom. Once they were in the hall, she led him toward the dining elbow room. Bobby asked what he would like for breakfast. Dakota ordered scrambled eggs for David and herself. Bobby asked if they would like some toast to go along with the testis, Dakota readily agreed.

As the eggs were cooking, various of the dame made their way to the kitchen looking for coffee. Dakota filled her cup and put on another pot of coffee so there would be no rioting over capital of South Carolina's best legal export.

When Bobby finished the eggs and toast, every ace Lady that was up, came over to David and gave him a smooch on the cheek.

Dakota sat next to St. David carefully quietly watching as David pushed his eggs around on his home.

"Hun, you have to eat something. I know you really aren't hungry, but it is important. Don't make me pinch your nose closed and when your mouth pops open Sharon will hold fast a fork full of eggs in your rima oris,"Dakota says to Saint David smiling the totally time.

That got David to eat a forkful of testicle, reluctantly of trend. Bobby brought over a glass of ananas succus and put it on the table in front of David. Out of habit, David took a big sip of the juice.

"What do I do about Jill's poppycock ? Do I startle removing it from our sleeping room or is it too soon ?"David asks Dakota.

"We will do that whenever you are ready,"Dakota replies.

This shocked the early noblewoman. They were thinking that it might be too soon to take out her stuff, but then again, maybe Saint David didn't want to be staring at things to remind him of losing his darling wife.

As David looked around at all the ladies, for the first sentence he really noticed how much Dakota and Diane were showing their pregnancy. trick was extremely heedful to his wife.

David felt a good deal like hound, thinking more of himself than the woman who loved him. He also thought about the riotous times he and his son have had.

Just then, David made a promise to himself that he would be a better friend, lover, and father. He decided that people such as Dakota who have spent virtually every waking moment helping him needed to be cherished. He also thought about his protégé, whoremaster. He thought about how John has grown from a college guy that would be used the body of work nooky very much like the great unwashed use salt to this man that he sees before him now taking care of his wife and trying to study from Jacques Louis David everything he can.

"Hey David,"John said.

"Yes John, what can I do for you ?"David replied

"Is there anything that I can do for you ?"John asked.

"Um, at the instant, I don't think so,"David said.

"OK, but if you think of anything just secern me and I'll take care of it,"was john's reply.

Saint John the Apostle finished his throw together ball and threw his paper plate in the garbage when it was empty. He took Diane's plateful as well since she finished first. He did pour Diane a new cup of coffee berry even though Dr. Ronda had warned against too much caffeine.

Dr. Ronda, Saint David thought. Has anyone called her or talked to her about what has happened barely a day ago ?

Dakota whispered to Saint David that Dr. Ronda will be by after her hospital rounds this morning, probably before lunch period. That made David smile a bit. Thankfully Dakota, as usual, was taking care of so much for David.

Amy handled the innumerous act of phone outcry from tidings media, people in the company, and early ecumenical friends who just wanted to send their condolences. Amy got a notepad out and began writing the names, earpiece numbers, and reason for the calls. She was allowing NO ONE to speak to St. David directly.

She did make a call from extra Agent Fernandez letting Jacques Louis David know that city police will be conducting the autopsy on Jill and the infant, but the FBI will oversee the results to ascertain the procedure is done right. Mariana, his wife, and Jacques Louis David's employee really didn't know if she was supposed to keep going to the Hawk or not. Amy told her to finger free to do to the Chateau and that there would be little to no office responsibility for the next week.

Jennifer, Sharon, and Paula all made outgoing calls to get little affair off of Dakota's plate in trying to deal David. Paula had a limousine sent to the house and picked up the limo that was in the service department.

Jennifer called the hoi polloi that she was talking with regarding the pending office tower purchases.

Sharon was calling all of the hawk faculty and telling them that the office would be closed for a few days and that everyone would be getting the time off with pay. All of the faculty sent their proficient wishes to Jacques Louis David through Sharon.

Everyone, including the porn Twins, really had no mind how to handle David. The last time anyone saw St. David this way was when Jill was in the infirmary. However, now she is gone, and David's heart is broken. The only thing that is keeping him even remotely sane is Dakota.

As David sat in the TV elbow room, he couldn't even watch TV as the news program about Jill's slaying was the guide story on all the news channels.

Belinda really didn't know what to do. She asked Jennifer what she should be doing to help, however, Jennifer really didn't have an answer, so Belinda just give ear around doing virtually nothing.

As the morning became later, Dr. Ronda showed up at the Chateau. Amy poked the requirement buttons to leave Ronda inside the outer gate and then inside the inner gate. She parked her car inside one of the garages and went inside the house. She was met by Donna and walked to Saint David.

Next to David, was Dakota. She was like the firm spotter observance over St. David. Still, the headphone calls kept coming. Amy had taken so many phone calls that she finally asked for assistance. Diane sat down adjacent to Amy. Jennifer put a phone in front of Diane along with a spiral notebook computer and pencil.

Bobby and Sammy asked Dakota what they should be making for Jacques Louis David and the family for lunch. Dakota suggested sub sandwiches and maybe some soup. Bobby and Sammy had an approximation of what to induce. They brought out several loaf of bread of long Gallic cabbage. They pulled out a rotisserie chicken out of the fridge and stripped all the pith off the bird. Sammy began to hit the basics for the crybaby noodle soup. Bobby began cutting the bread into several sub sandwiches. He got out the sliced heart of salami, joker, and ham. He put mustard and mayonnaise on each one-half of the gelt along with slice up tomato plant and lettuce. They did slice up some Sweet onions for those who might want onions on their sandwich.

CHAPTER 4

Dr. Ronda started listening to David's heart and external respiration with her stethoscope. She pulled out her blood pressure cuff and checked him. She had a few head for David, which he didn't answer. Instead, Dakota answered the inquiry for David. Although Dr. Ronda would have rather had St. David answer them.

As the day wore on, David's mood really didn't modification. Dr. Ronda left the Chateau for a piece only to recall about dinner party clip. David did make do a smile when he saw Ronda rejoinder.

Fred sat next to Jacques Louis David for a piece. He whispered to David that he should drop some fourth dimension at the gun range to knead off the wrath and thus be prepared if they are attacked ever again. St. David nodded in acceptance.

Bobby and Sammy decided to make some steaks for dinner along with baked potatoes and a courteous big salad with homemade ranch binding and an Italian dressing available. In increase, they also had steamed broccoli with a squeeze of refreshful lemon.

One of the distaff SS factor came over an sat down next to David. She was apologizing for not protecting Jill and keep her from getting killed. Dakota answered for him telling the SS agent that it was a surprise ambush, and no one can protect someone 100 % of the time. The factor still apologized and got up and went into the kitchen.

As dinner approached, Fred announced that there would be two sessions at the shooting range later this workweek. Dakota readily agreed and offered to guide David and insure that he did OK.

About mid-afternoon, David got up and turned off the TV. He was tired of hearing about Jill's murder as it dominated the airwaves and all the word retail store. Everyone heard the word helicopters fly command overhead to get picture show of the menage and the courtyard.

Donna instead turned on their DVD role player and put the film ‘ Secondhand Lions'in to try and facilitate the depressing humour in the house. Many of the women smiled when they saw the movie that was put into the player. Since David was still sitting in his chair at the dining room table, Donna held him by the ears from behind and kissed him on the top of the read/write head, making sure enough to muss his hairsbreadth trying to be funny. This did cause him to smile a bit.

About 4:30 pm, Jacques Louis David got up and took a spot on the sofa in the TV way. He sat there for about 15 minutes before he got up and headed up to the spot to check his email. When he logged on, he saw that he had about 850 emails. He was afraid to afford Jill's computer, fearing that it would be too emotional for him. As he sat in presence of his computing machine, he began to think about who would replace Jill as the Director of Financial affairs.

He sent out an email asking the one or two HR masses their opinion on finding a new one.

Jacques Louis David began sorting through the emails. The first of all one that caught his eye was one from the recording studio. They were having issues and didn't know who to turn to for answers. David suggested in a recurrence electronic mail that they go to Mike Booker.

Jacques Louis David also sent an email to Dave Burgundy a headhunter that he has used before. He made a long list of essential for a new film director of Financial occasion. Hopefully, Mr. Burgundy will deliver a couple of condition people to send to him.

From there he eliminated all the duplicate e-mail and began to scan and delete the read-only emails. By supper time, David was worn out and closed his computer and headed back downstairs. As usual, he came across Dakota first.

"Are you doing OK ?"she asked.

"I guess. I answered lots of email and say many more than,"Saint David replied.

"Are you athirst ? The chefs have dinner ready,"she told David.

In Jacques Louis David's mind, dinner party sounded goodness, so he headed over to the dining room board. He sat in his usual chair and Dakota sat on his rightfulness. All the house members came to the table and chose a chair, however, no one sat in the chair that Jill usually sat in on the left slope of St. David. He just stared at the chair, almost as if she was coming to take her fundament at the table.

Each of the member of the house, got up one by one to go into the kitchen and get a plate full of food from Bobby and Sammy. However, without David even getting up from the table, Dakota brought him dinner.

The whole mathematical group seemed very subdued with Jill gone. As everyone was finishing dinner, toilet got up and walked over to David. He pulled a president up following to David.

"Hey honcho, I have an theme for you to recollect about,"St. John the Apostle said.

"What is it ?"David replied.

"Um, well I was thinking that with two lady still pregnant here, maybe you should set up a legacy for Jill,"John said.

"What do you think of by a bequest for Jill ?"

"Put about 10 million into a project that would give the money away to sure type of people, such as single parents who are struggling to make ends meet and do it all in Jill's name,"St. John the Apostle suggested.

I looked at Dakota, who was nodding her mind in a yes personal manner, telling me silently that we could turn a plus out of such a huge negative. I just sat there thinking about what lavatory had just suggested. Jennifer walked over and listened in also nodding yes trying to get me to seriously think of the opportunity.

"David, what do you think of the theme ?"Jennifer asked.

"Well, I like the estimation, but I was thinking that 10 million might not be enough,"I said.

"well, how lots do you mean should be put into this projection ?"Jennifer asked.

"I was thinking about 100 million."

"WOW, 100 million ? Do you have anyone in thinker to run the program ?"Jennifer asked.

"fountainhead, my number one instinct is to ask Melanie. I know that she is looking for something to do and this would most likely make her feel fulfilled."

"Who is programme B if she declines ?"Jennifer asked me.

"Allison and Belinda. They both want out of the business and this undertaking would give them quality employment."

Jennifer says,"What about Melanie overseeing the task with Allison and Belinda doing the grunt oeuvre. Mom has a longsighted history with large amounts of money, and she could work part-time keeping Belinda and Allison in check and honest."

"That's not a bad idea. This way both Belinda and Allison could still go to college and I would feel good that someone, such as Melanie was really running the project."

"OK, then tomorrow you will get off your ass and go to the mortarboard. We will shout the attorney and ask them about setting this project up. Speaking of the lawyer, we got a varsity letter from them today telling us that we are going to sue the indemnity caller that has refused to cover the ardour. They sent us a 31-page letter explaining their position ( the insurance company's berth ). Our attorney's side is that they agreed to continue the building without an inspection and thus they should be paying for the damage. The letter also said that when the flak department completes its investigating, they will send us a composition and we will follow up on the right insurance companionship to repay us.

"Jennifer, will you please send Mom, Allison, and Belinda down to see me if they are thru with their dinner,"I said.

Jennifer walked away from me and down to the other end of the board. She whispered into the ears of the three which caused each of them to get up and come to my end of the table.

When all three came over to me, Saint John the Apostle got up and drug two other chairs over to me where the dame could sit while I talked to them.

"Ladies, I have a proposal for the three of you,"I said to them.

"OK, what is it, St. David ?"Melanie replied.

"I want to run with a undertaking that John suggested. He thought that we could start a computer program for struggling exclusive parents. It would be Jill's legacy,"I replied.

"William Tell me more. This sounds concern,"Melanie said.

"We form a charitable constitution, dump a bunch of money into the project and let Melanie run the solid matter with Allison and Belinda being operational managers."

Melanie smiles indicating that she likes the idea. Belinda and Allison were concern but not quite as happy about the project as Melanie.

"Any interrogative sentence ladies ?"I asked.

"Um, will we still be able to go to college ?"Allison asked.

"Of course,"I replied.

This made Allison smile more.

"Since this is a Polemonium van-bruntiae, how many minute a week would we be working ? And would we be getting paid ?"Belinda asked.

"Of course, you would be getting paid. I don't call up what you're devising now, but how about I double your pay to take on this projection ? Also, maybe about 30 minute a week. Of course, there will be peculiar weeks where you may have to work a bit more, but that shouldn't be more than a couple of workweek a year,"I tell Belinda which caused her to smile her beautiful smile.

The three ladies looked at each other and all shook their head in agreement that they would accept the put up emplacement. Each peeress got up and walked over to St. John and all three of them kissed him and thanked him for his idea.

As the evening went on, Sammy brought out three cakes for everyone to revel : burnt umber fudge, lemon crème, and Carrot cake. All the Lady giggled with fervour seeing the patty. privy, of course, got a slice for Diane then three slices for himself.

I KNOW THAT THIS CHAPTER IS SHORT, AND FOR THAT I APOLOGIZE. HOWEVER, IF YOU ENJOYED THE CHAPTER PLEASE farewell ME A SHORT NOTE. I PUT IN A BIG SURPRISE IN THIS CHAPTER AND I HOPE IT DOESN'T FREAK TOO MANY OF MY FANS OUT………. PABLO DIABLO .