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The Chauffeur ( # 58 ) The blast

By PABLO DIABLO

right of first publication 2019

CHAPTER 1

On Saturday I was awoken by my cell speech sound buzzing. I grudgingly got out of bed and scuffed over to the toilet table to check my phone. I saw that the text was from Roger Johnson. The text edition read : Big fervour at an agency tugboat in Wisconsin. CALL ME ASAP ! Roger.

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

"Hey, Jacques Louis David, not a good way to start up a morning. 17 storey of our column in WI are on fervour. Since it is a Saturday, evacuating the building wasn't that difficult. However, there was some understanding the sprinklers didn't go on, so the firefighters are attacking this fervor head-on. Currently, this is a 6-alarm flame but will most in all probability get raised as the flack is not contained yet."Roger tells me.

I expect that you will be getting telephone set calls from many of your tenants in the edifice such as kraft paper food, who is the archetype owner of the edifice. I would check to see but if you didn't buy the property in an ‘ as is'condition we should probably get legal involved,"Roger says to me.

I thought about taking the jet to the place in Wisconsin, but I decided against it since we had another bit of clock time with especial Agent Wade, plus the SS agents who will play along us on this mission out in the LA desert once again. Fred, can, and I are supposed to touch up with the DEA just after 1 pm. All in all, we are supposed to stimulate about 32 people on our side of this mission.

After I hung up from the phone, I noticed that Dakota was in my nap bed. I tiptoed around her and saw that she was wearing step-in just as Dr. Ronda had requested. I headed into the bathroom to aim fear of my morning responsibility which included a quick shower. As I had my head underneath the piss, I felt the dusty air from the shower bath door being opened. I turned around expecting to see Dakota, but instead, it was Allison. I haven't played with Allison in quite a piece, so it made me smile to see her get into the shower stall with me.

I jokingly pushed her underneath the showerhead to get her entire trunk wet before I began to rinse 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 pecker a couple of tugs which made me smile.

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

After putting the towels into the hamper, we went to my bedroom. She put a clean dry white tee shirt on with no pantie's underneath. I put on my common, a twain of drawers plus a white tee shirt. Once I was dressed, we left the bedroom to take her book binding to her bedroom. I opened the doorway and she immediately went to her W.C. and took out a cute turnout to put on. It was a Nice yellow-bellied print top and a yoke of yellowness shorts. She decided to go barefoot for now, but that may exchange later.

When she was finished dressing, we went down to the TV elbow room. No one was in the room, so we turned the TV on, and I selected an all-news channel to get the most information 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 eggs and sand. Sammy also asked me what I would like. I told him one of his great bacon and cheese omelette with some fried potatoes on the side. He told that my breakfast would take about 20 transactions and that he would put it on the dining elbow room table when it is ready.

I sat down on the couch watching our towboat in Wisconsin burn mark. My tangible thankfulness was that it was a weekend day and virtually no one had to be evacuated from the building. I texted Jennifer to move around on the TV when she gets up to see our tower in Wisconsin burning. We needed to displume the effectual contracts as well as the records for the ardor suppression company on how recent the fervidness suppression equipment had been checked. I also wanted a list of renter to be contacted and observe out when the ardor 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 on the TV from one news program communication channel to another trying to get better shaft of the building burning. I put a vociferation into the Fire Department in Madison WI asking them about my building that was on flack. I got a very prissy gentlewoman who told me that there really was no additional selective information at this prison term, and she said that they already had my epithet and number to be reached once there is something to secernate me. I thanked her for her time and hung up.

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

I just excite my head thinking that he was very prophetic in his first schoolbook message telling me that it wasn't a honest offset to the day.

I put my arm around Allison and pulled her into me as we watched the news. Although I prefer FOX newsworthiness, I did watch CBS news program to try and get a different camera angle on the fervor. One matter that I noticed was a whole lot of firemen standing around by the fire trucks. I wondered to myself why so many people were just standing around.

After about an minute of watching the fire on the news, FOX switched away from the ardour and did a piece on the murder in Chicago in a Pinetree. They clearly pointed out that it was a domestic violence case as the husband had been arrested multiple times before.

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

I form of give forth knowing that my people won't be put in harm's way. I went over to the SS Agent and show him my phone and the textual matter subject matter. He thanked me for the update. I texted lav and Fred that today's metre with the DEA is off. A few proceedings later Fred texted back that he appreciated the update.

As promised, Sammy delivered Allison her testis and backbone along with a unfermented cup of coffee. He also delivered me the omelet that I asked for along with some deep-fried potato. He had also poured me a glass of succus. He put my plate at the capitulum of the tabular array and the one for Allison right hand next to me where Dakota normally sits.

Since the DEA event was off for the day, I dialed up the jet work party and let them have it off whenever they get ready, I would like to fly to Madison Wisconsin. After hanging up from them I went and woke Dakota and Jill. Since neither one had any coffee, yet they were both very grumpy. I already had Allison pouring them coffee.

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

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

I texted Diane telling her that we were making a trip to Wisconsin and that I would like her and John and Jennifer to join me in the jet. It took a couple of minutes, but I finally got two textual matter messages. One from Diane telling me that she and John were getting ready and one from Jennifer telling me she would be ready in less than a half-hour.

I also texted Fred to let him know that the DEA event today had been canceled. In my text message, I let him know that we were heading to the jet to create a head trip to our tug in Wisconsin.

Diane and bathroom were the commencement to come at the dining way table. John asked for his usual kitchen sinkhole omelet. Diane wanted scrambled testis and a cup of coffee. I reached into the fridge and gave her a bottle of water system as well.

About the time Bobby was finishing privy's omelet, Dakota and Jill came out to the dining room leaving their overnight bags at the presence threshold. King John ate at his normal amphetamine shoveling the solid food into his mouth as quickly as he possibly could.

Since Dakota and Jill were both going with me, both female person agents and one male agentive role accompanied us. They each had an overnight bag ready and they set them by the front threshold. A few minutes later Jennifer joined us. I looked around the room and counted John the Evangelist, Diane, Jennifer, Dakota, Jill, myself and three SS factor. It seemed as if we all were there. However, we only had a town car in the garage, so we had to withdraw a couple of railway car. Tina offered to drive Diane, St. John the Apostle, and Jennifer. Fred took Jill and her SS Agent in the town car. That left Dakota and her factor to ride along with me and my agent. Donna volunteered to subscribe to Dakota, and me along with our security system agentive role to the jet.

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

We paused for a instant then we felt the Delicious acceleration of the airplane. Before we got to the end of the runway, the nose of the jet took a sharp up 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 spinal column to depict 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 former side of me sat Jennifer. John the Divine and Diane sat on the lovemaking buns with Diane leaning her head onto John's chest of drawers. Jennifer put her arms around me and put her headspring on my left shoulder. We ran into some turbulency as we passed over Utah and CO, however, once we passed those two states the flight of steps smoothed right out. The flight to WI was right at the three-hour limit. Dakota pulled her legs and feet off me when the planer began its extraction to land.

Unfortunately, we had to circle the aerodrome a duet of sentence before the tower gave us license to bring down the jet. Finally, we got the sheet on the priming coat. We taxied the jet to the private plane area. I saw the two limos that Dakota had ordered up for us to ride in while in Wisconsin.

Our pilot was able to park the jet amongst early private planes. We got the room access open and went down to the limos. Jill, Dakota and I along with three SS federal agent got into one limo with Jennifer, John, and Diane getting into the other limo. Both of our drivers knew where we were headed. They shut the back doors and headed the limos down the road towards the electrocution towboat. I could see them a couple of Admiralty mile before we got to the tower. As we arrived, there were various TV news crews filming the fervor and taking interviews with people who had nothing to do with the column, they just happened to be standing fold, so they were interviewing them.

CHAPTER 2

When we pulled up to the roped-off area by the tug entrance, I put my skilful face on to talk to the TV reporters about the tower. Lots of question were asked of me. I looked for and finally found the Fire chief. I asked him if everyone was OK and that there were no people left in the column. He told me that they got everyone out and that only property damage, no homo injuries, which made me feel good.

I did manage to inquire about when the fire investigation would begin. The representative from the flaming Department told me that no investigation would set about until after the entire fire was completely out.

I got a phone call option from peculiar Agent Wade. She told me that she got into a bit of trouble for allowing my group to aid her DEA agents in taking down the Mexican Drug cartel. I apologized to her for getting her into a bit of hassle, but she told me to not vex about it.

We pulled the two limousine just a few understructure away from the TV newsworthiness vans. I got out with Jennifer and Dakota by my side. We answered as many of the head as we could, but we did emphasize that we were thankful that there was no one inside the office towner and that we will be glad with getting the results of the fire investigation.

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

The lieu was virtually empty, but one of our drivers told us all that the solid food was good, so we took his proffer and decided to stay on. With there being a total of 9 of us, we pushed two mesa together and sat down. A gracious former waitress came over to our table and started taking drink edict. She discussed the special of the day, which was brinjal parmesan with a humble side salad and a large slice of ail bread.

Jill wanted the peculiar, Dakota ordered a grilled cheese sandwich with a trough of tomato plant soup. Jennifer ordered tuna salad on toasted sourdough lucre. John and Diane both ordered the special as well. I went in a totally dissimilar management ; I ordered a BLT on bloodless toast with mayo and two slash of love apple. I ordered a Coke and everyone else ordered a soda as well. I didn't hear what the SS agent ordered since they ended up sitting at a defer adjacent to us.

So, it ended up being 6 of my playgroup and 3 agent. I quietly told the waitress that I was picking up the bill for the protection team that was sitting at a different tabular array. Since the restaurant wasn't all that busy, the meal came quickly. One matter that I noticed was that anyone who ordered a sandwich, such as me only got the sandwich. When I pressed the waitress, she told me that you must order Gallic fries or a side salad otherwise you only get the sandwich. The waitress trying to appease all of us brought a big home plate of Gallic fries. Dakota, as usual, put some of the fries on to a diminished plate and slathered them with ketchup before taking some and stuffing them into my sassing and giggling all about it.

It didn't take farsighted, but the SS broker finished quite quickly their meal, while my table was still working on their meal. I guess the Roger Fry arriving late helped slow up us down.

The waitress noticed that all the SS agents where carrying firearm. She asked how come they had guns. I explained that they are protection agents 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 maniac. When Diane got through with her repast, he finished it as well. She just smiled at him and kissed him on the impertinence. He in-turn, kissed her back putting a bit of ketchup on her nerve, which made both giggles as well as the rest of the table.

When three very loud teenagers came into the eating place, I saw that the SS agents got a bit nervous. The teen sat down a few mesa away from us. One of the federal agent moved her hot seat over next to Dakota and Jill. The teens noticed her do that and made a loud comment about how derisory they thought my protection detail was. They decided to provoke the factor by taunting them verbally. The federal agent didn't say a password but when one of the teens got up and walked over to get in their brass, the male agent stood up and asked the teen to go back to his table. Instead, he decided that he would do what he wanted to do and there was cipher that the factor could do about it.

Just as the teen decided to take a golf shot at the federal agent, the teen had his face bounced off the mesa and was handcuffed in seconds. That only escalated the situation. The waitress demanded that the agent relinquish the teenager. The teenager only threatened the federal agent more. Now all three broker were involved, and they asked the teens to go back to their table and just leave us alone. The stripling decided that they were right and took a swing at the agents. All three factor took the teens down like sura at a rodeo. All three were lying fount down on their table with the waitress shouting at the agent that she's about to call the police and that they would regain tangible difficulty as the Sherriff doesn't like alien who cause problem. At this point, Dakota stood up and told the waitress that we can get bad service and unruly teenagers at any diner in the world and that she should stay out of our business.

I asked for the bill, which the waitress had to add once again. I got up and went to the hard currency registry to pay the card, but she was too busy running her mouth with the cook. I looked at the aggregate on the handbill and threw down enough to pay the bill but only left her a 5 % tip since she decided to come in her nozzle into our business organisation. Dakota took a snapshot of the money next to the broadside, so she couldn't call the Sherriff and narrate him that we did the old Dine and style modus operandi. I asked the SS agent to bring out the teenager, 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 restaurant with the waitress telling us not to hurry back. Dakota was quick to distinguish 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 limo and headed back to the towboat to see if the ardor was under control yet. When we got there, we saw that the tower was still on fire, but it appeared to be much more under control at this distributor point. Most of the new vans left with only the one from FOX tidings remaining.

We all got out of the limos and stood there watching the fire-eater attacking the fire on several floors.

Dakota, Jill, Jennifer, and I started making tenant earpiece calls. Everyone was informed about the fervor and that the pillar may not be open for several solar day. I asked the masses from Kraft why the sprinklers didn't kick on ; they had no answer for that question.

I dialed up our legal department to have them pull all the paperwork on the acquisition of that office column. They told me that it would take a couple of solar day, but they will send me transcript for me to look over. Our top legal attorney for property acquisition told me he would send me his depth psychology of the paperwork and recite me if it was an ‘ as is'purchase or something else. I thanked him and pay heed up the phone.

As we stood there making phone birdsong, the newsperson for FOX news came over to one of the broker and asked who to talk to about this fire. They politely pointed at me. The reporter, named Ashley Johnson, was gorgeous and polite. When I finished my phone Call, I turned off my sound and put it in my pocket. She asked me various query while I was being videotaped. She thanked me for the private interview and left with her cameraman. I asked one of the ardour department captains when they thought it would be completely out. He told me that it will be at to the lowest degree tardy tomorrow and possibly into the following day before they will get the fire completely out and able to begin their probe of the ardour. I thanked him for his time and gathered my the great unwashed to head back to the jet.

It took various minutes to get to the jet but once we were there, we all walked the steps and got into the jet, happy to be leaving this city. The co-pilot closed the hachure and took us to the track. The jet once again accelerated down the runway and into the air to head back home. I knew that the flying would remove another three hours, but I was ready to take a little nap. I stretched out and found Dakota curl up up into me as the escape went towards home.

Once again, we experienced some small amount of turbulence over CO and Utah, but once we hit CA, we were in the clearly and it was bland sailing from that peak on to LA.

CHAPTER 3

As the jet went from a spirit level flight to a descent preparing to land, Dakota rolled off me and I opened my eyes. I asked the SS agents if they think anything will make out of the teenagers, they didn't believe anything would, but they said that they would control in with local law enforcement just to arrive at sure.

It was only a few minutes before the jet made a piercing downturn to demesne. Apparently, that constituent of the flight always makes Dakota nervous as she squeezed me tightly just before the cycle 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 limousine, she feels much better. Jill agreed with her.

The archetype and co-pilot taxied the jet around to the English of the airport 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 agent got into the boastfully of the limos and John, Diane, and Jennifer got into the secondment limo. Fred started our limo and the distaff device driver, whom I didn't know started the other limo and we all headed to the chateau. The drive didn't consume long at all since it was still Saturday.

"Hey, Fred, who's the lady 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 secure tips,"Fred tells me. I smile when I hear that new employees are being successful.

"wellspring, that's great 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 ally with Tina's mother Deloris which I think is expert for her. I mean, she loves all the youth in our house, but it is courteous for her to bear mortal closer to her own age to plowshare life experiences with,"Fred tells me.

"I agree completely,"I tell Fred.

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

"Well, it looks as if the column will be burning for at to the lowest degree another 24-36 time of day. After they finally get the column put out, only then will part the probe,"I tell Fred.

"David, you know about the domestic fury slip in stops, don't you ?"Fred asks me.

"Yes, I know. Not really the heavy jump to the day. Our tower in Wisconsin on attack and a domestic ferocity murder in Windy City at a Pinetree, kind of like a one-two punch.

My phone buzzed. It was Allison calling me.

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

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

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

"well, um….I'm at the shop,"she tells me, which variety of irritate me.

"What store are you at ?"I ask.

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

I direct Fred to lead 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 dorsum to the Chateau and she will take on us there.

Dakota tells Fred what Dr. Ronda said to do and he acknowledged it. It was only a few minutes before we were pulling up to the Macy's. Allison was standing outside the room access leaning against the construction. 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 mind in my lap, which form of worried me.

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

"Um, some. I don't really roll in the hay,"she says. Now I'm worried about her.

Fred is racing the limousine back to the Chateau. I am just stroking Allison's foreland hoping that it will console her. Fred pushes several yellow light source before he finally gets us back to the Chateau. He pokes the necessity buttons to spread out the outer gate then afford the privileged gate. I see Dr. Ronda's car already in the courtyard.

Fred pulls the limo up to the front man door. We all get out. I carry Allison inside the sign of the zodiac and lay her down on the couch. Dr. Ronda comes over to her and begins taking vital signs, checking blood pressure level, listening to her heart and her breathing. She puts on the blood pressure cuff.

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

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

Fred gets the limo racing towards city Hospital with Dr. Ronda right behind the limousine. Dr. Ronda pushes several yellow twinkle and even and red visible light. Getting to urban center hospital took about half the time it normally does. Fred just pulled the limo right hand in front of the ER entering. Dr. Ronda parked her car in the Dr. parking lot and hurried into the ER.

Dr. Ronda took ascendancy and guided us to an exam elbow 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 get down to rehydrate.

A nurse came into the exam way to wait on Dr. Ronda. They asked Allison if she was allergic to anything. Allison told her that she was allergic to morphine and a couplet of former drugs. Dr. Ronda ordered a different pain medicine to help Allison. She also ordered a blood attractor as she suspects that Allison has some sort of infection but needs the lab work to affirm that.

Allison is drowsy, and I just stand there caressing her hair which sort of makes her smiling. The two agents that came along to guard Dakota and I are standing like safeguard dogs right outside the examination elbow room doorway.

Dr. Ronda tells us that she will detain overnight at the very minimal 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 study comes back in about an hour.

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

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

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

Dakota text edition Tina the way figure that Allison is in so people from the Chateau could some visit with her. Dr. Ronda estimates that Allison will be in City Hospital about a workweek. I am worried about Allison, but with Dr. Ronda in armorial bearing of Allison, my fears are minimal.

The two SS agent once again are standing outside the hospital room much like guard dogs, both Dakota and I find that a bit humorous. Allison is sound asleep and I'm caressing her hair. I'm worrying about Allison, but only to a certain amount of worry. My main trouble is wondering how Allison got this infection and is there something that we need to handle at the Chateau to celebrate others from acquiring this infection.

I told Dakota to help me set up for the HR convening that we will be having on Monday of following week. I need some Plan B multitude just in case some end up getting fired or give up on me.

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

sitting in Allison's room, the TV still showed the fire from WI. You could see that the fire was now under control, but not out just yet. I shook my head teacher watching the tidings time about the tower.

When 8 pm came around, the announcement that visiting hours were now over, and it was meter to make your way out of urban center Hospital. Visiting hours would begin at 9 am tomorrow morning time. Dakota and I got up and went to the charge nurses'desk to piss sure they had both my jail cell phone and Dakota's cell telephone set identification number. I also saw Dr. Ronda coming out of another affected role'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 agent left city Hospital and walked outside the front main entranceway to find Fred waiting for us. We got into the rachis and Fred closed the door. When he got the limo moving, he asked how Allison was doing. We told her that they believe that she has an transmission and will be in the hospital for about a week.

In the back of the limo, I stretched my legs out. Dakota switched rump and snuggled up to me putting her head on my chest.

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

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

I caress her hair as I hear her drift to sleep while laying on my chest.

It doesn't exact too long for Fred to get us back to the Chateau. He drops us at the front threshold and parked the limousine in the garage. I let the SS agents know that I will most probably make another misstep to City Hospital to claver Allison tomorrow morning. They thank me for giving them a head's up about the visit.

Dakota and I head inside, and we smell something delicious. 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 lather. Both Dakota and I filled a couple of photographic plate and carried them over to the dining room table to sit down and eat.

Tina comes over and William Tell us that Jill went to bed ahead of time as she was just tired out. Tina gives me a kiss, very erotic and passionate. Fred base on balls through the front room to head down the hallway to Mom's room. I heard the door give and then close. I just smile happy that Mom and Fred have been seeing each other for quite a while no. We haven't found a gentleman for Tina's mom just yet, but we will.

CHAPTER 4

When I woke up the next morning time, Jill told me that she thought she would stay in bed for a while. I asked if she thought she should go see Dr. Ronda, but she fussed at me. When I finished my morning duties in the bathroom, I texted Dr. Ronda that now Jill wasn't feeling honest. She texted right back that she will descend to chew the fat Jill before she heads to City hospital to see Allison.

I turn on the TV and see that the fire in our tug still is the principal story on the morning news. However, it appears as if the firing is almost out. I call the attack Department in Wisconsin and ask how far along in putting the fire out they might be. The ma'am at the fire department tells me that it is about 90 % out and they are checking for any hot fleck since there is so a good deal composition, plus they are checking the floor both above and below where the flaming took place. I thanked her for her time and hung up.

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

I texted Dr. Ronda that Diane was not feeling well either. She texted me that she would calculate at her as well. I pulled Dakota over to me and whispered in her ear to own 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 limo. John the Evangelist, Dakota, and I along with two SS agentive role get into the limo. As usual, Fred is our driver and weaves his way through the traffic to get to City Hospital as quickly as he can. I think about how well Fred takes care of us.

When we arrive at the hospital, Fred drops the three of us off at the main entrance. The two SS factor that came with us also get out at the front door to the infirmary. The five of us weave our way through the maze of hall to get to Allison's elbow room bit 1708. When we arrive, Allison is eating some grit and some scrambled powdered eggs. She has a meth of OJ as well as a bad cup of coffee. She puts creamer and lettuce in the burnt umber to try and help the taste, but they really don't help at all.

I hug Allison to slack up her. She tells me that she really doesn't sense all that different than when we brought her to the hospital. I take a look at the chart the nanny and medico have written their notes into. They all seem to indicate that Allison is suffering from an contagion although they don't honorable mention where the contagion is located in the body. I see her vital organ that they keep talking and they show that Allison's blood pressure is a bit gamey and that her Andrew Dickson White blood numeration is extremely high. Dr. Ronda ordered some antibiotic along with another bag of fluids to keep her hydrated.

It makes me think 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 arrant scouring from top to fathom to eliminate any bug in our theater ?

After we visit with Allison for a patch, we all head back to the limo for Fred to demand us back home. Dakota reminds me that I have the HR group meeting tomorrow morning at 9 am at the normal center. I ask her to radical every HR person by where they are in the country and to print out potential difference names as renewal in eccentric some quit or get let go tomorrow.

After visiting with Allison, we get back into the limo and Fred drives us back home to the Chateau. Because I was intending to awake 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 time and ate with all of us. She took vitals of Diane, Jill, Tina, and Dakota. Jill and Diane were still feeling under the weather condition. Tina and Dakota were feeling just fine.

Dr. Ronda prescribed some antibiotic drug for the madam, strong enough to round the virus, but gentle enough to not hurt the sister. She had them sent to Walgreen's. Tina went to break up them up after two hours.

On Monday sunrise, I woke up with two things on my brain. One, how are the lady doing ? Two, how many HR the great unwashed will we drop off today ?

I get up and do my forenoon duties in the bathroom, including taking a dainty hot cascade. No one joined me in the exhibitor stall, which was a nice relief for me.

I put on a dainty frock shirt, black slacks, and a tie. I brought my courting coat along, but I wasn't sure if I felt like wearing it or not. I met Dakota and Tina at the straw man threshold along with one female and one male federal agent to protect us. Fred took us to the rule center where he dropped us off at the main entrance.

I head inside and chose a behind on the stage. Dakota also took a seat next to Tina with the two SS factor standing off to one English but keeping closing proximity to Tina, Dakota, and myself.

As 9 am rolled around, the massive phone number of HR citizenry entered the master doors of the pattern nitty-gritty room. The people at the front desks were directing the HR people to sit together by district, which they did. They seemed excited that they were sitting together.

I purposely began the meeting a bit late so everyone had the chance to find their seat and not lose anything that I wanted to say. The beginning thing that I talked about was how many new employees were not processed properly into our system. I pointed out that it costs us century of dollar mark extra when we don't set up a new employee properly. They expect to be paid on payday-like everyone else, but if they are not set up correctly then we have to rush paying them with a paycheck and overnight postal service it to them. Instead of them getting direct deposit.

I pointed out the dominion that were not being successful and having the most peculiar cut stoppage for new employees. I also pointed out just how many multitude were still in our system that had already been terminated. Most of the HR people gasped when I told them how many employees this misdirection of payroll and new employee processing cost the company along with how many citizenry, 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 right payroll, some wanting a paycheck but most of them wanting engineer alluviation. I pointed out that the anterior 12 calendar month 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 commitment from each district to do a better job in terminating departed employees and processing the paperwork for new employees to put them on the payroll.

Most every HR person committed to doing a better job at handling new employees. I started with the top 10 troubled districts in our company. I didn't epithet any names, but several hoi polloi who knew that their district was not doing the job properly got up and left their work key fruit on the table. I watched as they walked out the threshold and left. There was a lot of whispering about people quitting, which didn't both me. We had only two districts that the intact district quit and thankfully it was the bottom two districts of the entire company. Once they got up and left, I had Dakota and Tina collect their troupe keys off the tables.

As we approached tiffin, I saw the deliverance number one wood from jemmy John's bringing in corner of sandwiches and chips along with coolers of soda and water.

Dakota went to the food and got 5 sandwiches and 5 drinks. She handed the two SS agent their sandwiches first and their drinks then sat down with Tina and I to give birth lunch. Oddly enough, we had a few multitude who wanted to sit with us to pick our brain on what we were going to do about the HR hoi polloi who quit and just walked out. I explained that we have people waiting in the wings to be promoted, plus I wanted to reduce the overall number of HR hoi polloi in our companies. They seemed to agree with me on my plan.

After the lunch was over, I called out several people and promoted them to get HR staff office. I still call these masses my Plan B multitude. They all are excited that they have been recognized as promotable hoi polloi in our party. When I announced people's epithet, I got set of squealing and clapping. At 4 pm, I ended the HR convention by thanking everyone for attending. When I left the stage I received a standing standing ovation, which made me smile. I gathered up my two peeress and the two SS broker and headed out to the limo. Where Fred was waiting patiently to take us home.

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

We got out of the limo and went inside the hospital to see Allison. We arrived just as the foodservice people 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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