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The Chauffeur ( # 58 ) The flack

By PABLO DIABLO

copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

On Sabbatum I was awoken by my cell phone buzzing. I grudgingly got out of bed and scuffed over to the dresser to see my phone. I saw that the text edition was from Roger Johnson. The text edition read : Big fervidness at an office tower in Wisconsin. call off ME ASAP ! Roger.

I called Roger as soon as I read his text substance. The first call went straight to voicemail. The second claim Roger picked up.

"Hey, Saint David, not a good way to start a sunrise. 17 floors of our tower in Wisconsin are on fire. Since it is a Saturday, evacuating the construction wasn't that unmanageable. However, there was some reason the sprinklers didn't go on, so the fireman are attacking this fire head-on. Currently, this is a 6-alarm fire but will most belike get raised as the flack is not contained yet."Roger tells me.

I expect that you will be getting phone Call from many of your tenants in the building such as kraft nutrient, who is the original owner of the building. I would turn back to see but if you didn't buy the property in an ‘ as is'stipulation 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 Wade, plus the SS agents who will keep company us on this mission out in the LA desert once again. Fred, whoremonger, and I are supposed to meet up with the DEA just after 1 pm. All in all, we are supposed to have about 32 masses on our side of this mission.

After I hung up from the phone, I noticed that Dakota was in my eternal sleep bed. I tiptoed around her and saw that she was wearing panties just as Dr. Ronda had requested. I headed into the bathroom to remove care of my morning duties which included a ready shower. As I had my nous underneath the water, I felt the cold air from the shower doorway 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 grin to see her get into the rain shower stall with me.

I jokingly pushed her underneath the showerhead to get her intact consistence wet before I began to wash out her including a shampoo. As I was soaping her up, I leaned in and kissed her on the back of the neck. She reached behind her and gave my cock a couplet of jerk which made me smile.

We spent respective minutes in the shower together before we turned the hot water off. I grabbed two towels and we took our time 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 uninfected dry white tee shirt on with no pantie's underneath. I put on my common, a pair of shorts plus a white-hot tee shirt. Once I was dressed, we left the bedchamber to subscribe to her back to her bedroom. I opened the doorway and she immediately went to her closet and took out a cute turnout to don. It was a nice yellow print top and a pair of jaundiced 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 elbow room. No one was in the way, so we turned the TV on, and I selected an all-news channel to get the nearly info about our tower in Wisconsin on fire. Sammy came out to the TV room and asked Allison what she would like for breakfast, she asked for scrambled nut and gumption. Sammy also asked me what I would care. I told him one of his expectant bacon and Malva sylvestris omelets with some fried potatoes on the side. He told that my breakfast would take about 20 minute of arc and that he would put it on the dining room board when it is ready.

I sat down on the redact watching our tugboat in Wisconsin River burn. My substantial thankfulness was that it was a weekend day and virtually no one had to be evacuated from the edifice. I texted Jennifer to turn on the TV when she gets up to see our pillar in Wisconsin burning. We needed to pull in the legal contracts as well as the track record for the fire suppression fellowship on how Holocene epoch the fire suppression equipment had been checked. I also wanted a list of renter to be contacted and recover out when the fire department is finished for them to let us know what was able-bodied to be salvaged out of their offices.

I switched back and Forth River on the TV from one news groove to another trying to get better shots of the edifice burning. I put a call into the Fire department in President Madison WI asking them about my building that was on flack. I got a very courteous lady who told me that there really was no additional info at this meter, and she said that they already had my gens and number to be reached once there is something to tell me. I thanked her for her time and hung up.

As I sat on the couch with Allison, my phone buzzed once again. It was from Roger again. This clock time his textual matter read : married man slaying wife in Chicago in one of the Pinetree hotels. local anaesthetic law enforcement will be sending us copies of all the police reports.

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

I put my arm around Allison and pulled her into me as we watched the news. Although I prefer FOX news show, I did watch CBS newsworthiness to try and get a different tv camera angle on the fire. One thing that I noticed was a whole lot of relief pitcher standing around by the fire truck. I wondered to myself why so many the great unwashed were just standing around.

After about an 60 minutes of watching the fervidness on the newsworthiness, FOX switched away from the firing and did a piece on the slaying in Chicago in a Pinetree. They clearly pointed out that it was a domesticated violence case as the husband had been arrested multiple clock time before.

My sound buzzed once again. This time it was Special Agent Wade of the DEA. She said"calling off the desert government issue as we don't have enough agents to care this grouping. Thanks for the go of assistance ”.

I kind of exhaled knowing that my hoi polloi won't be put in harm's way. I went over to the SS Agent and show him my sound and the text edition content. He thanked me for the update. I texted John Lackland and Fred that today's time with the DEA is off. A few minutes later Fred texted back that he appreciated the update.

As promised, Sammy delivered Allison her eggs and grits along with a fresh cup of coffee berry. 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 dental 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 crew and let them cognize whenever they get ready, I would like to fly to Madison WI. After hanging up from them I went and woke Dakota and Jill. Since neither one had any java, yet they were both very grumpy. I already had Allison pouring them coffee.

I flicked on the TV in my sleeping room. Both Dakota and Jill let out small gasps at seeing our tower electrocution. I suggested to both to jam an overnight bag, just in face 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 stay 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 River and that I would like her and John the Evangelist and Jennifer to join me in the jet. It took a duet of transactions, but I finally got two school text message. One from Diane telling me that she and privy were getting ready 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 sleep with that the DEA event today had been canceled. In my school text message, I let him have a go at it that we were heading to the jet to earn a trip to our tugboat in Wisconsin.

Diane and whoremaster were the offset to arrive at the dining room table. John asked for his usual kitchen sink omelet. Diane wanted scrambled eggs and a cup of coffee. I reached into the electric refrigerator and gave her a bottle of weewee as well.

About the clip Bobby was finishing Saint John the Apostle's omelet, Dakota and Jill came out to the dining room leaving their overnight bags at the front door. can ate at his normal fastness shoveling the food for thought into his sass as quickly as he possibly could.

Since Dakota and Jill were both going with me, both female federal agent and one male person agent accompanied us. They each had an nightlong bag ready and they set them by the front door. A few minutes later Jennifer joined us. I looked around the room and counted John, Diane, Jennifer, Dakota, Jill, myself and three SS agentive role. It seemed as if we all were there. However, we only had a townspeople car in the service department, so we had to take a couple of car. Tina offered to drive Diane, John, and Jennifer. Fred took Jill and her SS Agent in the town car. That left Dakota and her agent to ride along with me and my agent. Donna volunteered to use up Dakota, and me along with our security measures agents to the jet.

When we all arrived at the jet, I gave Fred some information about our issue so we would be better prepared with a full-size limo or two to head back to the Chateau. Everyone grabbed their overnight bag and climbed the stair to enter the jet. Once we were all into the jet, they closed the threshold and locked it in topographic point. The jet slowly moved from its parking spot towards the runway. We waited in line to get on the rails. There were three spurt in front of us, although once the three jet plane took off, we lined up for spoof as well.

We paused for a bit then we felt the delectable acceleration of the plane. Before we got to the end of the runway, the nose of the jet took a acuate upward angle putting us in the air and on our way to capital of Wisconsin, Wisconsin.

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

On the other incline of me sat Jennifer. can and Diane sat on the dearest fundament with Diane leaning her head onto John's breast. Jennifer put her coat of arms around me and put her head teacher on my odd berm. We ran into some turbulence as we passed over Utah and Colorado River, however, once we passed those two state the flying smoothed right out. The flight to Wisconsin was right at the three-hour limit. Dakota pulled her legs and foot off me when the plane began its descent to land.

Unfortunately, we had to encircle the drome a twain of times before the towboat gave us permission to land the jet. Finally, we got the plane on the background. We taxied the jet to the private plane sphere. I saw the two limo that Dakota had ordered up for us to tantalize in spell in Wisconsin.

Our original was able to park the jet amongst early individual carpenter's plane. We got the door receptive and went down to the limos. Jill, Dakota and I along with three SS agents got into one limo with Jennifer, lavatory, and Diane getting into the other limo. Both of our drivers knew where we were headed. They shut the back doors and headed the limo down the road towards the burning pillar. I could see them a couple of geographical mile before we got to the tugboat. As we arrived, there were several TV tidings crews filming the fire and taking interviews with the great unwashed who had nothing to do with the tower, they just happened to be standing skinny, so they were interviewing them.

CHAPTER 2

When we pulled up to the roped-off arena by the tower ingress, I put my best cheek on to talk to the TV reporters about the tower. Lots of head were asked of me. I looked for and finally found the Fire boss. I asked him if everyone was OK and that there were no citizenry left in the tower. He told me that they got everyone out and that only property damage, no human combat injury, which made me feel good.

I did manage to enquire about when the ardour investigation would begin. The congresswoman from the fervidness department told me that no investigation would set out until after the entire fire was completely out.

I got a telephone yell from Special agent Wade. She told me that she got into a bit of trouble for allowing my group to help her DEA agentive role in taking down the Mexican Drug trust. I apologized to her for getting her into a bit of fuss, but she told me to not worry about it.

We pulled the two limos just a few substructure away from the TV intelligence vans. I got out with Jennifer and Dakota by my slope. We answered as many of the dubiousness as we could, but we did emphasise that we were thankful that there was no one inside the office townsman and that we will be happy with getting the results of the fire investigation.

One of the cameraman told us that it will be closer to 12 hours before the fire is out then they will begin the investigation. I thanked him for the information and asked where a thoroughly diner is that's not too far away. He recommended a mom and pop dining compartment that was about 8 occlusion removed from the flame. When we arrived at the dining car, both drivers parked the limos at the far corner of the parking lot. We all got out and went inside.

The berth was virtually empty, but one of our drivers told us all that the food was good, so we took his suggestion and decided to stay. With there being a sum of 9 of us, we pushed two board together and sat down. A overnice erstwhile waitress came over to our board and started taking drunkenness orders. She discussed the special of the day, which was eggplant parmesan with a humble side salad and a large piece of garlic bread.

Jill wanted the special, Dakota ordered a grilled cheese sandwich with a bowl of tomato soup. Jennifer ordered tuna salad on toasted sourdough breadstuff. John and Diane both ordered the special as well. I went in a totally different direction ; I ordered a BLT on Edward D. White toast with mayo and two slices of tomato. I ordered a Coke and everyone else ordered a soda ash as well. I didn't hear what the SS agent ordered since they ended up sitting at a table 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 circular for the trade protection squad that was sitting at a different table. Since the restaurant wasn't all that fussy, the meals 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 monastic order Gallic fries or a position salad otherwise you only get the sandwich. The waitress trying to appease all of us brought a big denture of French people nipper. Dakota, as usual, put some of the fries on to a small plate and slathered them with catsup before taking some and stuffing them into my mouth and giggling all about it.

It didn't take prospicient, but the SS factor finished quite quickly their meals, while my table was still working on their repast. I guess the fries arriving late helped slow up us down.

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

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

When three very loud teenagers came into the eatery, I saw that the SS broker got a bit nervous. The teens sat down a few mesa away from us. One of the agent moved her chairman over next to Dakota and Jill. The teens noticed her do that and made a forte comment about how preposterous they thought my shelter detail was. They decided to evoke the agents by taunting them verbally. The factor didn't say a intelligence but when one of the teens got up and walked over to get in their face, the male agent stood up and asked the teenager to go back to his mesa. Instead, he decided that he would do what he wanted to do and there was nothing that the agent could do about it.

Just as the teenager decided to need a swing music at the agent, the teenager had his face bounced off the table and was handcuffed in seconds. That only escalated the position. The waitress demanded that the agent expel the adolescent. The teenager only threatened the agent Thomas More. Now all three agentive role were involved, and they asked the teens to go back to their table and just go forth us alone. The teens decided that they were right and took a baseball swing at the federal agent. All three agents took the teens down like calfskin at a rodeo. All three were lying face down on their table with the waitress yelling at the federal agent that she's about to shout the police and that they would receive real trouble as the Sherriff doesn't like alien who cause hassle. At this point, Dakota stood up and told the waitress that we can get bad Robert William Service and unruly teenagers at any diner in the world and that she should persist out of our business.

I asked for the flier, which the waitress had to add once again. I got up and went to the cash cash register to pay the bill, but she was too busy running her oral fissure with the Captain James Cook. I looked at the total on the bill and threw down enough to pay the poster but only left her a 5 % tip since she decided to interject her nose into our business. Dakota took a snapshot of the money next to the pecker, 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 release the teens, which they did, but they were ready to re-cuff them if they decided once again to put their nose into our business.

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

We got back into the limousine and headed back to the tower to see if the fire was under ascendance yet. When we got there, we saw that the tugboat was still on fire, but it appeared to be much Sir Thomas More under restraint at this peak. virtually of the new van left with only the one from FOX word remaining.

We all got out of the limousine and stood there watching the fireman attacking the fire on several floors.

Dakota, Jill, Jennifer, and I started making tenant phone birdcall. Everyone was informed about the fire and that the pillar may not be opened for several years. I asked the people from kraft paper why the sprinklers didn't rush on ; they had no answer for that question.

I dialed up our legal department to have them pull all the paperwork on the skill of that office tug. They told me that it would take a couple of Clarence Shepard Day Jr., but they will send me transcript for me to look over. Our top legal attorney for belongings learning told me he would send me his analysis of the paperwork and tell me if it was an ‘ as is'purchase or something else. I thanked him and fall up the phone.

As we stood there making phone calls, the newsman for FOX news came over to one of the factor and asked who to speak to about this fire. They politely pointed at me. The reporter, named Ashley Johnson, was gorgeous and cultured. When I finished my phone call, I turned off my headphone 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 cinematographer. I asked one of the firing department master when they thought it would be completely out. He told me that it will be at least late tomorrow and possibly into the following day before they will have the fire completely out and able to set out their probe of the fire. I thanked him for his time and gathered my people to head back to the jet.

It took several mo to get to the jet but once we were there, we all walked the stride and got into the jet, well-chosen to be leaving this city. The copilot closed the hatch and took us to the runway. The jet once again accelerated down the runway and into the air to head back plate. I knew that the flight of steps would strike another three hours, but I was set up to strike a slight nap. I stretched out and found Dakota wave up into me as the flight went towards home.

Once again, we experienced some small amount of turbulence over Colorado and Utah, but once we hit California, we were in the light up and it was quiet seafaring from that point on to LA.

CHAPTER 3

As the jet went from a level flight to a descent preparing to down, Dakota rolled off me and I opened my middle. I asked the SS federal agent if they think anything will come of the teenagers, they didn't believe anything would, but they said that they would checker in with topical anaesthetic law enforcement just to make sure.

It was only a few minutes before the jet made a sharp downturn to land. Apparently, that portion of the flight always makes Dakota queasy as she squeezed me tightly just before the wheels hit the runway. As we taxied around to where our limos 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 pilot and copilot taxied the jet around to the side of the drome that other buck private jets were parked, and our jet was parked right next to them. Once the jet came to a stop, 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 agents got into the big of the limos and John, Diane, and Jennifer got into the second limo. Fred started our limo and the female driver, whom I didn't know started the other limo and we all headed to the chateau. The drive didn't take long at all since it was still Saturday.

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

"That is Rebekah. 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 proficient tips,"Fred tells me. I smile when I hear that new employees are being successful.

"wellspring, that's nifty to hear,"I say to Fred.

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

"Oh, we 're doing just fine, thank you for asking. She's really made a acquaintance with Tina's mother Deloris which I think is unspoilt for her. I mean, she loves all the youth in our mansion, but it is nice for her to have soul closer to her own age to share 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 tower put out, only then will start the investigation,"I tell Fred.

"Saint David, you know about the domestic violence case in stops, don't you ?"Fred asks me.

"Yes, I know. Not really the peachy commencement to the day. Our column in Badger State on flame and a domestic violence execution in Chicago at a Pinetree, kind of like a one-two punch.

My earpiece buzzed. It was Allison calling me.

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

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

"Are you still at the business firm ?"I ask her.

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

"What store are you at ?"I ask.

"Macy's. I thought I would attend at their sale on some winter attire 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 book binding to the Chateau and she will gather us there.

Dakota tells Fred what Dr. Ronda said to do and he acknowledged it. It was only a few min 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 agents got out and gathered her up and put her in the limo. Allison crawled over to me and put her head in my lap, which kind of worried me.

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

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

Fred is racing the limo back to the Chateau. I am just stroking Allison's header hoping that it will soothe her. Fred pushes several sensationalistic twinkle before he finally gets us back to the Chateau. He pokes the necessary push to spread the outer gate then open up the inner gate. I see Dr. Ronda's car already in the courtyard.

Fred pulls the limousine up to the front door. We all get out. I carry Allison inside the house and lay her down feather on the couch. Dr. Ronda comes over to her and begins taking vital signs, checking blood pressure, listening to her meat and her breathing. She puts on the blood insistence 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 John, Diane, and Jennifer. Everyone is worried about our piffling Allison. Although I'm annoyed with her leaving the Chateau, I'm more worried that there is something dramatically amiss with her.

Dr. Ronda believes that Allison has something such as an infection. She wants us to take her to city Hospital for a few twenty-four hours stay. I carry her back out to the limo and one agent goes with me. Dakota also joins me in the limo along with a female person agent to protect her. Jill decides to stay at the Chateau.

Fred gets the limo racing towards metropolis infirmary with Dr. Ronda right behind the limo. Dr. Ronda pushes several yellow lights and even and red luminance. Getting to urban center Hospital took about half the clock time it normally does. Fred just pulled the limo right hand in front of the ER entrance. Dr. Ronda parked her car in the physician parking lot and hurried into the ER.

Dr. Ronda took control and guided us to an exam room. Once we were in there, she put an IV into Allison's arm and attached a bag of the saline solution so that she would begin to rehydrate.

A nanny came into the examination room to attend to Dr. Ronda. They asked Allison if she was hypersensitised to anything. Allison told her that she was allergic to morphine and a couple of early drugs. Dr. Ronda ordered a different hurting medication to facilitate Allison. She also ordered a line hook as she suspects that Allison has some sort of transmission but needs the lab work to confirm that.

Allison is drowsy, and I just stand there caressing her hair which form of makes her smile. The two agents that came along to defend Dakota and I are standing like guard firedog right outside the exam room doorway.

Dr. Ronda tells us that she will persist 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 individual 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 tell everyone what is happening with Allison.

As expected, Dr. Ronda has the nurse arranging a elbow room for Allison. When the tape drive guy comes to ingest her, Dakota and I follow close behind along with our two SS agents. We walk through the maze of the hall until they get to elbow room 1708 where they put Allison in the room. It is a single elbow room, so Allison won't be sharing with someone else. I suspect that is because she has an infection and the infirmary doesn't want her spreading the contagion that she has with some other hospital patient.

Allison isn't in the room very long before Dr. Ronda comes in and substantiation on her. Dakota is on one side of the bed and I'm on the other, but when Dr. Ronda comes into the room, Dakota changes sides of Allison to suffer succeeding to me allowing Dr. Ronda infinite to do her examination of Allison.

Dakota texts Tina the elbow room number that Allison is in so citizenry from the Chateau could some visit with her. Dr. Ronda estimates that Allison will be in urban center Hospital about a hebdomad. I am worried about Allison, but with Dr. Ronda in heraldic bearing of Allison, my fears are minimal.

The two SS agent once again are standing outside the hospital room much like safeguard dogs, both Dakota and I find that a bit humourous. Allison is well-grounded asleep and I'm caressing her hair. I'm worrying about Allison, but only to a certain amount of worry. My main worry is wondering how Allison got this infection and is there something that we need to direct 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 following week. I need some program B people just in example some end up getting fired or foreswear on me.

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

Sitting in Allison's room, the TV still showed the fire from Wisconsin. You could see that the ardour was now under control, but not out just yet. I shook my foreland watching the news clip about the tower.

When 8 pm came around, the announcement that visiting hours were now over, and it was sentence to make your way out of city Hospital. Visiting hours would get down at 9 am tomorrow morning. Dakota and I got up and went to the bang nurses'desk to make sure as shooting they had both my cell phone and Dakota's cell telephone numbers. 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 agentive role left City Hospital and walked outside the battlefront main entrance to feel Fred waiting for us. We got into the rachis and Fred closed the room access. 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 back of the limo, I stretched my peg out. Dakota switched seats and snuggled up to me putting her headland on my chest.

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

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

I caress her haircloth as I hear her purport to sleep 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 threshold and parked the limo in the service department. I let the SS agents know that I will most probable make another stumble to City Hospital to chew the fat Allison tomorrow morning. They thank me for giving them a forefront's up about the visit.

Dakota and I head inside, and we smell something yummy. It occurs to us that neither Dakota nor myself have had anything to eat since about lunchtime. We both head into the kitchen where we find a crockpot filled with beef fret. Both Dakota and I filled a couple of plateful and carried them over to the dining way table to sit down and eat.

Tina comes over and Tell us that Jill went to bed former as she was just tired out. Tina gives me a candy kiss, very erotic and passionate. Fred walks through the front way to head down the hallway to Mom's elbow room. I heard the room access open and then close. I just smile well-chosen that Mom and Fred have been seeing each other for quite a while no. We haven't found a valet for Tina's mom just yet, but we will.

CHAPTER 4

When I woke up the adjacent morning, Jill told me that she thought she would stay in bed for a patch. I asked if she thought she should go see Dr. Ronda, but she fussed at me. When I finished my morning tariff in the bathroom, I texted Dr. Ronda that now Jill wasn't feeling good. She texted proper back that she will come to visit Jill before she heads to metropolis Hospital to see Allison.

I turn on the TV and see that the blast in our tower still is the booster cable news report on the morning news. However, it appears as if the fervidness is almost out. I call the flak Department in Wisconsin and ask how far along in putting the flaming out they might be. The lady at the fervency department tells me that it is about 90 % out and they are checking for any hot spots since there is so a good deal paper, plus they are checking the story both above and below where the flack took place. I thanked her for her time and hung up.

I go out into the dining room and see Sammy and Bobby making everyone breakfast. Sammy asks me what I would wish for breakfast. I just tell him once again that my pattern omelet would be just all right. I see St. John eating one of his everything but the kitchen sink omelets, but Diane was just having a fade of pledge and a coffee.

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

After I eat my omelet, we load up into the limousine. Saint John the Apostle, Dakota, and I along with two SS agents get into the limo. As usual, Fred is our number one wood and weaves his way through the traffic to get to City Hospital as quickly as he can. I think about how well Fred takes care of us.

When we arrive at the infirmary, Fred drops the three of us off at the main entering. The two SS agents that came with us also get out at the breast door to the infirmary. The five of us weave our way through the maze of hallways to get to Allison's room bit 1708. When we arrive, Allison is eating some grits and some scrambled powdered eggs. She has a glass of OJ as well as a bad cup of coffee. She puts cream pitcher and dough in the umber to try and help the taste, but they really don't aid at all.

I hug Allison to relax her. She tells me that she really doesn't palpate all that different than when we brought her to the hospital. I take a look at the chart the nanny and doctors have written their tone into. They all seem to signal that Allison is suffering from an infection although they don't credit where the transmission is located in the eubstance. I see her vital organ that they keep talking and they show that Allison's blood pressing is a bit high and that her white descent count is extremely high. Dr. Ronda ordered some antibiotic drug along with another bag of fluids to keep her hydrated.

It makes me suppose about the ladies that are back at the Chateau. Are they all dehydrated ? Is there something that is being passed around ? Do we need to do a complete scrub from top to bottom to get rid of any seed in our theatre ?

After we visit with Allison for a while, we all head back to the limousine for Fred to exact us back plate. Dakota reminds me that I have the HR encounter tomorrow morning at 9 am at the convention nitty-gritty. I ask her to group every HR person by where they are in the country and to print out possible name as replacements in case some quit or get let go tomorrow.

After visiting with Allison, we get back into the limo and Fred drives us back nursing home to the Chateau. Because I was intending to waken 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 house about dinner party 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 aggress the virus, but gentle enough to not injure the child. She had them sent to Walgreen's. Tina went to blame them up after two hours.

On Monday morning, I woke up with two things on my mentality. One, how are the gentlewoman doing ? Two, how many HR people will we lose today ?

I get up and do my first light duties in the bathroom, including taking a courteous hot cascade. No one joined me in the shower bath stall, which was a nice relief for me.

I put on a nice dress shirt, black slacks, and a tie. I brought my suit coat along, but I wasn't surely if I felt like wearing it or not. I met Dakota and Tina at the front door along with one female and one male person broker to protect us. Fred took us to the rule nerve center where he dropped us off at the principal entrance.

I head inside and chose a can on the stage. Dakota also took a stern next to Tina with the two SS agentive role standing off to one side but keeping finis propinquity to Tina, Dakota, and myself.

As 9 am rolled around, the massive bit of HR the great unwashed entered the briny door of the convention mall room. The people at the front desks were directing the HR mass to sit together by district, which they did. They seemed excited that they were sitting together.

I purposely began the group meeting a bit recent so everyone had the opportunity to find their seat and not miss anything that I wanted to say. The first gear thing that I talked about was how many new employees were not processed properly into our system. I pointed out that it costs us hundreds of buck duplicate 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 chain armour it to them. Instead of them getting verbatim deposit.

I pointed out the territory that were not being successful and having the most special cut checks for new employees. I also pointed out just how many hoi polloi were still in our system that had already been terminated. Most of the HR multitude gasped when I told them how many employees this misdirection of payroll and new employee processing cost the company along with how many people, we overpaid by not terminating them as they should deliver 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 paycheck but most of them wanting direct down payment. 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 overnight paycheck, which also caused a lot of gasps.

I asked for a loyalty from each territory to do a better job in terminating departed employees and processing the paperwork for new employees to put them on the payroll.

about every HR person committed to doing a just job at handling new employees. I started with the top 10 trouble oneself districts in our company. I didn't name any names, but various people who knew that their territory was not doing the job properly got up and left their work tonality on the table. I watched as they walked out the door and left. There was a lot of whispering about people quitting, which didn't both me. We had only two districts that the full district quit and thankfully it was the fanny two districts of the integral troupe. Once they got up and left, I had Dakota and Tina collect their company name off the tables.

As we approached lunch, I saw the delivery number one wood from Jimmy lavatory's bringing in loge of sandwiches and potato chip along with coolers of soda and water.

Dakota went to the food and got 5 sandwiches and 5 drinks. She handed the two SS agents their sandwiches first and their boozing then sat down with Tina and I to have dejeuner. Oddly sufficiency, we had a few people who wanted to sit with us to pick our brain on what we were going to do about the HR people who quit and just walked out. I explained that we have people waiting in the annex to be promoted, plus I wanted to concentrate the boilersuit number of HR people in our ship's company. They seemed to agree with me on my plan.

After the dejeuner was over, I called out several masses and promoted them to become HR personnel. I still call these people my program B mass. They all are excited that they have been recognized as promotable people in our companionship. When I announced people's names, I got lots 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 ovation, which made me smile. I gathered up my two ladies and the two SS federal agent and headed out to the limousine. Where Fred was waiting patiently to take us home.

I asked that we stop and see Allison at City infirmary. Fred made the necessary adjustments and was in front line 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 masses were dropping of her dinner 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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