The Chauffeur ( # 61 ) A Shooting

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

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

As the break of day rolled in, so did a thunderstorm. Not a lot of wind, but plenitude of rain, lightning, and thunder. I really didn't even want to get out the Chateau but work at the Hawk called.

I got into the limo that Fred was driving. Sharon, Dakota, Jill, Donna all came with me. bathroom chose to repulse his motortruck so he and Diane went to the mortarboard in his truck. The weather really was lousy. On the way to the Hawk, we came across lots of accidents, almost as if the great unwashed forgot how to drive in stinky weather.

What usually was about a 20-minute parkway became an hour 's drive to get to the mortarboard. Fred pulled the limo into the parking garage, so no one got wet going from the limo to the elevator. I told Fred to return about noon to ingest us to lunch. I had that Italian place that Fred introduced us to in my head for luncheon as they always have great intellectual nourishment, and everyone seems relaxed and happy to eat there.

We took the elevator up to our floor. Jill dialed up Diane to assure that she and John were getting through the crappy traffic. 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 undertake ongoing projects and hopefully finish them up today. Donna went to her desk and began making earpiece calls as she was again working on the purchase of a new office tower. This one was to be in Kentucky.

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

One thing that I did observance was we came to the bureau with only two SS agents. When I opened my computer, I saw an email from one of the factor telling me that some of them were going to expend 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 elevator with them, which made me feel better that she was able to safely get to work through the crappy weather.

As I made my way through the forenoon phone calls, the tempest outside seems to intensify. flash lamp of lightning and clangour of hell dust were constant. At one point, the luminosity flickered in the 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 to stay off them. Most of the berth stave were able to go to making phone song and stay off their electronic computer. A couple of staff members needed to continue making phone calls.

trick, as usual, was being his goofy ego. He stood at one of the large Windows watching the storm. Suddenly, a big lightning bolt hit the construction across the street causing John to pass over back as the thunder was almost immediate.

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

trick, of course of instruction, came over to my office to charge out that it was 11:30 am and time to allow for for lunch. It really wasn't a surprisal that John was ready to leave to go eat. He collected his wife, Diane, and they headed down the elevator to go over to the parking garage. The quietus of us collected at the lift and rode down together. It was nice seeing all the noblewoman in their cute raincoats and umbrellas.

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

Fred, of course, was waiting at the limousine with the back door open up for us.

All the gentlewoman got into the limo followed by me. Fred closed the door and headed around to the number one wood's rump to drive us to lunch. Fred had to sit and wait at the going on the first floor as there were three or four cars ahead of us.

When we finally got to the exit to the street, a large truck came flying by and hit a puddle that splashed the whole front of the limo. Fred had to put the windscreen wiper on high speed to clear the window as quickly as possible.

Everyone seemed happy to be heading to the Italian restaurant for tiffin. When we arrived all the ladies got out and quickly headed inside the eatery. When the possessor saw us make it, he greeted us warmly and brought out a couple of handbasket of drink garlic bread, which is always a delight.

All the noblewoman were chatting away as the waitress worked her way around the table taking everyone's drink parliamentary procedure. Fred looked much like a drowning pup. He just sat in his chair and asked if they had a material, he could borrow to dry his hair. One of the busboys brought over a magnanimous fabric. Fred thanked him and began to use the fabric much like a towel.

Today just felt like a pizza day to my lunch colleagues. We ordered three extra-large pizzas. One was plain high mallow, one was all meat, and the third was chicken, mushroom, and sweet onion plant. Everyone was delighted with the pizzas ordered. Since it was a wet rainy day, we decided to pass on the usual bottle of chianti. Instead, everyone had a nice hot cup of burnt umber.

I noticed that john and Diane were being all Lovey-Dovie which was nice to see. As the pizza pie were delivered, everyone dug into the ***********ion. I had asked the two SS agents to join us, which they did.

As we were eating, a couple of orotund round men came into the restaurant and sat at a table. One of the SS broker wouldn't take her eyes off them. I wasn't sure, but they sounded as if they were speaking easterly 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 appear as if the two-round bozo were keeping an eye on us. We all got up and started toward the eating house door. The madam 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 figurehead doorway. Just as we were leaving the restaurant, a lightning bolt of lightning hit nearby, and the crack of thunder was straightaway. There was a minute crack just a moment after the get-go wisecrack.

Suddenly, I felt something whiz by my left ear. One of the SS agentive role yelled for everyone to hit the priming. All the dame dropped to the wet sidewalk as more things whizzed by us. Both SS agents withdrew their weapon and discharged them down the sidewalk towards 4 boastfully round men who were outside waiting for us.

Fred, who was standing in the rain, also withdrew his weapon system and fired at the tumid men about 50 feet away from us on the sidewalk. trick 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 primer. One of the SS agents dialed up 911 requesting paramedics and police. The owner of the eating house came outside with a smattering of towels to avail stop the bleeding. Diane and the early SS agent took the towels and put them on the two vauntingly cakehole in her that profligate was pouring out of onto the concrete sidewalk.

While it was only a few minutes, it felt as if it was an hour or more. The two male person paramedics asked Diane and the SS agent to move aside so they could work on Jill and her sister. I watched in stunned silence as they shocked her center to bulge again. Dakota came over to me and stood following to me. She gently grasped my bridge player while the paramedics worked.

It took every bit of control not to lessen to my stifle right succeeding to Jill. The paramedic shocked Jill three furcate clip before she took an inhale breathing space, but it was very shallow. Once she began breathing, they put an O2 hosiery under her intrude to return her continual oxygen.

While they were waiting for an ambulance, they were working on the two bullet holes that had an Brobdingnagian sum of money of blood flowing out of her torso. I didn't see it find, but King John moved over next to me and put his manus on my articulatio humeri. At that moment I saw that the sidewalk was covered in blood and that it was dripping off the sidewalk into the parking lot.

Once again, they grabbed the heart paddles and shocked her. Without saying a word, my centre teared up and tears began rolling down my face. As I was standing there, Dakota squeezed my hand tighter and put her chief on my chest. 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 paramedical were still frantically working on Jill. The ambulance attendant unloaded a rolling copestone and brought it over next to her dead body. The paramedic stopped working on Jill for a here and now to adulterate her onto the rolling stretcher. Once she was loaded, the ambulance meeter lifted her up and rolled her into the spinal column of the ambulance.

One of the paramedics got into the ambulance with the other ambulance attendant. They both continued to work on Jill frantically. The attendant that didn't rise into the endorse shut the back doors and ran around to get into the driver's tooshie. They pulled out as the indorsement paramedical 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 limo putting me in the back. Everyone else got in after me. John and Diane went to his truck which was only a few feet away. Fred closed the plump for door and headed towards the infirmary with all of us.

I don't really be intimate how farseeing the movement from the eatery was to the hospital. When we arrived, Fred pulled the limousine next to the ER entry doors. All the ladies got out of the fomite and went inside. Dakota had to take me by the handwriting to get me out of the limousine and inside the ER.

CHAPTER 2

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

When we got there, it was the Saame exam room where I came to her aid when she was in the accident. Just as Dakota and I arrived, I saw the three Dr. and two nanny pulling a ashen tabloid over Jill's head. At that very present moment, my knees buckled underneath me, and I fell to the floor. Dakota sat on the story with me just hugging me.

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

As whoremaster walked around me, he saw the Stanford White mainsheet over Jill's face. He knew that zilch good has happened. Diane realized what has happened and went running out to the ER waiting room. She frantically told everyone that Jill and the baby are dead.

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

I saw Diane leading the officers down the hallway towards me and Dakota. She helped me up off the floor, however, my knees were still very weak, so she leaned me against the wall to facilitate me stay standing.

"hullo Mr. Greene, I'm Sargent Don Major. We are here to investigate the shooting in front of the Italian restaurant,"the police officer says to me.

I just stand there numb.

"howdy officer, I'm Dakota Mr. Greene's personal helper. What can I do for you ?"Dakota asked.

"Did you see the shooting ?"ship's officer John Major asked.

"Well yes. I was in the center of it along with 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 radical ?"Sargent Major asked.

"Why would you want to know officer,"Dakota asked.

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

"well, 4 large men were at the end of the sidewalk. When there was a large pass of thunder then a arcsecond wisecrack which we thought was thunder as well, but it was their first guessing at us. The bullet train went whizzing by us. Both of our secret avail protection guys withdrew their weapon and returned flak,"she told the officer.

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

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

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

Dakota just raises her left arm and pointed towards the exam room. Sargent John Roy Major stepped around us to go into the exam way, but he stopped when he saw the body underneath the Edward Douglas White Jr. sheet.

"Mr. Greene, I am sorry for your passing,"Sargent Major said.

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

Fred must throw seen us as the limousine pulled up to the ER door and our radical all walked out to the vehicle. Fred opened the back door and toilet and Dakota pushed me into the car. John and Diane went to his truck while the repose of the ladies all climbed in behind me.

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

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

As we made our way into the mansion, everyone that was there said how no-account they were that we lost Jill and the infant. I felt numb from head to toe. Dakota gently guided me into my sleeping room, which now looked so vacant without Jill.

Dakota took me to the john. She gently began to rifle me down. Once I was naked, she pushed me into the shower stall. In just a twain of second, she joined me. She turned on the water supply hot to soothe and relax my muscles. She asked me to bend my oral sex down so she could shampoo my pilus. I did everything that she asked of me, but I was still in a huge daze.

When the exhibitioner was over, Dakota turned the water off and stepped out of the rain shower to grab a distich of unclouded dry towels. At first base, 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 bathroom to my bedroom. She opened the toilet table draftsman and pulled out a pair of basketball shorts. She had me abuse into them. After they were on my body, she opened another drawer to get me a white 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 60 minutes 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 change what happened to her ?

What am I going to do without her ?

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

After what seemed like an timelessness, Melanie quit hugging me. Dakota kept walking me towards the TV elbow room where virtually of our mathematical group was sitting. When we reached the TV way, Paula and Amy got up off the sofa and put their arms around me telling me how sorry they were for the loss of Jill and the baby.

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

Jennifer pushed me down onto the couch. The ladies rotated sitting next to me and hugging me. All of them told me how sorry they were for losing Jill and the babe. Every prison term somebody said something that the last looking at of Jill covered by that Edward D. White piece of paper kept burning a hole in my brain.

I was torn between being low and angry. My brain was stuck between both emotions.

When Sharon came over to me and sat down, she gently told me that she called the plug-in of directors in NY and let them know that Jill was murdered today. They told her to let them have it away 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 baby. She went on to say that she cajoled her husband into keeping an eye on the investigation by City Police.

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

As David sat on the lounge, his son showed up at the gate asking to see his father. Amy pushed to proper push button to let him drive into the courtyard. Sharon was waiting for him at the front door. She warned him not to overturn his Father 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.

St. David did not respond at all. He turned his principal, 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 tete-a-tete and walked over to the dining room 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 ladies, both chefs, Fred, Melanie, John Lackland and Diane, and even Michael wished him a safe night's eternal rest, even though everyone knew that having a good night's sleep was virtually impossible.

Dakota took his helping hand and led him to the bedroom. When St. David reached the doorway 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 St. David's hand and waiting for him to take a crap the inaugural move into his bedroom. Much to Dakota's surprisal, St. David turned and took a few steps down the hallway to Dakota's door.

She opened the door and St. David stepped inside. She walked hand in hand with David as he headed towards her bed.

"Saint David, is everything OK ?"Dakota asked.

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

Dakota stripped St. David down and turned the comfort back as David gently got into her bed. She was quite surprise as he had never slept one minute in her bed, but she had spent many night in his bed.

Once he got comfy in her bed, it took about 5 minutes for him to fall asleep, which truly surprised her. She stripped down and got into the bed with him. She took her usual spot, her back facing him and her cunning trivial 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 Saint David, which made her smiling that he was getting some peaceful sleep.

CHAPTER 3

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

She walked out of her bedroom and over to David's bedroom. She gently opened the room access to see Saint David sitting quietly on Jill's side of their bed. She walked quietly over to David. She sat on the bed future 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 down low tone, almost a whisper.

Dakota stood up and took David by the script and lead him out of the sleeping room. Once they were in the hall, she led him toward the dining room. Bobby asked what he would like for breakfast. Dakota ordered scrambled ball for Saint David and herself. Bobby asked if they would care some toast to go along with the eggs, Dakota readily agreed.

As the eggs were cooking, various of the ladies made their way to the kitchen looking for chocolate. Dakota filled her cup and put on another pot of burnt umber so there would be no rioting over Columbia River's just effectual export.

When Bobby finished the eggs and pledge, every one lady that was up, came over to David and gave him a smack on the cheek.

Dakota sat next to David carefully quietly watching as Saint David pushed his eggs around on his plate.

"Hun, you have to eat something. I know you really aren't hungry, but it is important. Don't make me abstract your nose closed and when your mouth papa open Sharon will stick a fork replete of eggs in your mouth,"Dakota says to St. David smiling the whole time.

That got David to eat a forkful of ball, reluctantly of course of instruction. Bobby brought over a glass of pineapple juice and put it on the table in straw man of David. Out of habit, David took a big sip of the juice.

"What do I do about Jill's poppycock ? Do I start removing it from our chamber or is it too soon ?"Jacques Louis David asks Dakota.

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

This shocked the other ladies. They were thinking that it might be too soon to remove 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 clock time he really noticed how much Dakota and Diane were showing their pregnancies. can was extremely attentive to his wife.

David felt lots like heel, thinking more of himself than the women who loved him. He also thought about the tumultuous times he and his son have had.

Just then, David made a promise to himself that he would be a upright ally, buff, and father. He decided that multitude such as Dakota who have spent virtually every waking import helping him needed to be cherished. He also thought about his protégé, John the Evangelist. He thought about how john has grown from a college guy that would be used the body of work Fuck much like people use salt to this man that he sees before him now taking guardianship of his wife and trying to con from St. David everything he can.

"Hey David,"lav said.

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

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

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

"OK, but if you think of anything just tell me and I'll take forethought of it,"was John's reply.

John finished his throw together eggs and threw his theme scale in the refuse when it was vacuous. He took Diane's crustal plate as well since she finished first. He did swarm Diane a new cup of coffee bean even though Dr. Ronda had warned against too much caffeine.

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

Dakota whispered to St. David that Dr. Ronda will be by after her hospital rounds this forenoon, probably before lunchtime. That made Jacques Louis David smile a bit. Thankfully Dakota, as usual, was taking care of so often for David.

Amy handled the countless issue of phone calls from news media, people in the company, and other general acquaintance who just wanted to institutionalise their condolence. Amy got a notepad out and began writing the name, sound phone number, and reason for the calls. She was allowing NO ONE to speak to David directly.

She did take a call from Special Agent Fernandez letting David know that City constabulary will be conducting the autopsy on Jill and the baby, but the FBI will oversee the answer to ensure the procedure is done right. Mariana, his wife, and David's employee really didn't know if she was supposed to hold back going to the Hawk or not. Amy told her to feel free to follow to the Chateau and that there would be little to no office duties for the next week.

Jennifer, Sharon, and Paula all made outgoing calls to get small matter off of Dakota's shell in trying to handle Jacques Louis David. Paula had a limousine sent to the house and picked up the limousine that was in the garage.

Jennifer called the hoi polloi that she was talking with regarding the pending spot towboat purchases.

Sharon was calling all of the war hawk staff 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 stave sent their right wishes to St. David through Sharon.

Everyone, including the porn twins, really had no idea how to handle Jacques Louis David. The live on clock time anyone saw David this way was when Jill was in the hospital. However, now she is gone, and David's heart is broken. The just affair that is keeping him even remotely sane is Dakota.

As David sat in the TV room, he couldn't even watch TV as the news about Jill's execution was the lead story on all the tidings 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 hung around doing virtually nothing.

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

Next to David, was Dakota. She was like the unwavering sentinel watching over David. Still, the earphone calls kept coming. Amy had taken so many phone call that she finally asked for assistance. Diane sat down next to Amy. Jennifer put a phone in front of Diane along with a helical notebook computer and pencil.

Bobby and Sammy asked Dakota what they should be making for Jacques Louis David and the syndicate for luncheon. Dakota suggested sub sandwiches and maybe some soup. Bobby and Sammy had an mind of what to clear. They brought out several loaf of bread of hanker Gallic staff of life. They pulled out a rotisserie chicken out of the electric refrigerator and stripped all the meat off the chick. Sammy began to progress to the basics for the chicken attic soup. Bobby began cutting the lolly into several sub sandwiches. He got out the slice inwardness of salami, Meleagris gallopavo, and ham. He put mustard and mayonnaise on each one-half of the boodle along with sliced tomato plant and dinero. They did slice up some sweet onions for those who might want Allium cepa on their sandwich.

CHAPTER 4

Dr. Ronda started listening to Saint David's affectionateness and respiration with her stethoscope. She pulled out her blood atmospheric pressure turnup and checked him. She had a few questions for David, which he didn't answer. Instead, Dakota answered the questions for Jacques Louis David. Although Dr. Ronda would cause rather had Jacques Louis David serve them.

As the day wore on, Jacques Louis David's mood really didn't change. Dr. Ronda left the Chateau for a patch only to give back about dinner clock time. David did manage a grinning when he saw Ronda return.

Fred sat future to David for a while. He whispered to Jacques Louis David that he should spend some time at the gun range to work off the anger and thus be prepared if they are attacked ever again. Saint David nodded in acceptance.

Bobby and Sammy decided to falsify some steaks for dinner along with baked potato and a Nice big salad with homemade cattle farm grooming and an Italian binding usable. In increase, they also had steamed broccoli with a squeeze of saucy lemon.

One of the female SS agents 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 broker that it was a surprise ambush, and no one can protect person 100 % of the time. The agent still apologized and got up and went into the kitchen.

As dinner party approached, Fred announced that there would be two sessions at the shooting grasp later this hebdomad. Dakota readily agreed and offered to steer David and ensure that he did OK.

About mid-afternoon, Jacques Louis David got up and turned off the TV. He was tired of hearing about Jill's slaying as it dominated the airwave and all the news outlets. Everyone heard the news helicopters fly overhead to get pictures of the house and the courtyard.

Donna instead turned on their DVD participant and put the moving-picture show ‘ Secondhand lion'in to try and alleviate the depressing temper in the house. Many of the women smiled when they saw the film that was put into the role player. Since David was still sitting in his chair at the dining room table, Donna held him by the auricle from behind and kissed him on the top of the head, making certainly to tussle his whisker trying to be funny. This did stimulate him to smile a bit.

About 4:30 pm, David got up and took a touch on the lounge in the TV elbow room. He sat there for about 15 second before he got up and headed up to the bureau to check his emails. When he logged on, he saw that he had about 850 emails. He was afraid to spread out Jill's computer, fearing that it would be too aroused for him. As he sat in front end of his computer, he began to think about who would supersede Jill as the conductor of Financial affairs.

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

David began sorting through the emails. The first off one that caught his eye was one from the transcription studio apartment. They were having issue and didn't know who to plough to for resolution. David suggested in a riposte email that they go to mike Booker.

David also sent an e-mail to Dave Burgundy wine a headhunter that he has used before. He made a long list of essential for a new theatre director of Financial personal business. Hopefully, Mr. Bourgogne will have a couple of dependent people to send to him.

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

"Are you doing OK ?"she asked.

"I guess. I answered lots of emails and read many More,"David replied.

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

In David's head, dinner party sounded undecomposed, so he headed over to the dining elbow room table. He sat in his usual chair and Dakota sat on his right field. All the house members came to the table and chose a president, however, no one sat in the chair that Jill usually sat in on the left slope of David. He just stared at the chairman, almost as if she was coming to guide her tail at the table.

Each of the appendage of the house, got up one by one to go into the kitchen and get a plateful entire of solid food from Bobby and Sammy. However, without St. David even getting up from the tabular array, Dakota brought him dinner.

The all mathematical group seemed very subdued with Jill gone. As everyone was finishing dinner, John Lackland got up and walked over to David. He pulled a chair up next to David.

"Hey Bos, I have an idea for you to intend about,"whoremonger said.

"What is it ?"David replied.

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

"What do you mean by a legacy for Jill ?"

"Put about 10 million into a task that would collapse the money away to certain types of people, such as 1 parents who are struggling to throw ends suffer and do it all in Jill's name,"John suggested.

I looked at Dakota, who was nodding her head in a yes manner, telling me silently that we could plough a positive out of such a huge negative. I just sat there thinking about what John 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 mean of the idea ?"Jennifer asked.

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

"well, how much do you think should be put into this labor ?"Jennifer asked.

"I was thinking about 100 million."

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

"Well, my first 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 plan B if she declines ?"Jennifer asked me.

"Allison and Belinda. They both want out of the line and this project would give them character employment."

Jennifer says,"What about Melanie overseeing the project with Allison and Belinda doing the grunt work. Mom has a hanker history with large quantity of money, and she could work part-time keeping Belinda and Allison in tick 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 somebody, such as Melanie was really running the project."

"OK, then tomorrow you will get off your ass and go to the mortarboard. We will call the lawyers and ask them about setting this undertaking up. speech production of the lawyers, we got a letter from them today telling us that we are going to sue the indemnity party that has refused to cover the flack. They sent us a 31-page letter explaining their position ( the policy company's position ). Our attorney's stead is that they agreed to underwrite the building without an inspection and thus they should be paying for the wrong. The letter also said that when the firing department completes its investigation, they will institutionalise us a study and we will pursue the proper insurance companionship to return 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 table. She whispered into the spike of the three which caused each of them to get up and issue forth to my end of the table.

When all three came over to me, can got up and drug two other hot seat over to me where the ma'am could sit while I talked to them.

"gentlewoman, I have a proposition for the three of you,"I said to them.

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

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

"Tell me more. This sounds interesting,"Melanie said.

"We form a charitable organization, knock down a bunch of money into the project and let Melanie run the whole 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 questions noblewoman ?"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 time of day a week would we be working ? And would we be getting paid ?"Belinda asked.

"Of path, you would be getting paid. I don't commemorate what you're devising now, but how about I double your pay to require on this project ? Also, maybe about 30 hours a week. Of course, there will be special weeks where you may stimulate to work a bit more, but that shouldn't be more than than a couple of weeks a class,"I tell Belinda which caused her to smile her beautiful smile.

The three ladies looked at each other and all shook their heads in agreement that they would accept the offer positions. Each lady got up and walked over to john and all three of them kissed him and thanked him for his idea.

As the evening went on, Sammy brought out three patty for everyone to delight : deep brown fudge, stinker crème, and cultivated carrot cake. All the ladies giggled with excitement seeing the patty. John the Divine, of course, got a slash for Diane then three fade for himself.

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