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The Chauffeur ( # 58 ) The fervour

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 check up on my speech sound. I saw that the text edition was from Roger Johnson. The text read : Big flak at an office tower in WI. yell ME ASAP ! Roger.

I called Roger as soon as I read his text message. The first Call went straight to voicemail. The minute call Roger picked up.

"Hey, David, not a good way to start out a aurora. 17 trading floor of our towboat in Wisconsin are on attack. Since it is a Sabbatum, evacuating the building wasn't that unmanageable. However, there was some rationality 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 likely get raised as the fervidness is not contained yet."Roger tells me.

I expect that you will be getting phone cry from many of your tenants in the building such as kraft Foods, who is the original owner of the building. I would check over to see but if you didn't buy the attribute in an ‘ as is'consideration we should probably get legal involved,"Roger says to me.

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

After I hung up from the phone, I noticed that Dakota was in my catch some Z's bed. I tiptoed around her and saw that she was wearing panties just as Dr. Ronda had requested. I headed into the bathroom to postulate tending of my morning duties which included a quick rain shower. As I had my head underneath the water, I felt the low temperature air from the shower room access being opened. I turned around expecting to see Dakota, but instead, it was Allison. I haven't played with Allison in quite a patch, so it made me smile to see her get into the shower cubicle with me.

I jokingly pushed her underneath the showerhead to get her total body wet before I began to wash her including a shampoo. As I was soaping her up, I leaned in and kissed her on the rear of the neck. She reached behind her and gave my cock a pair of tugs which made me smile.

We spent several bit 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 trammel, we went to my bedchamber. She put a white dry Theodore Harold White tee shirt on with no panty's underneath. I put on my common, a duad of boxers plus a bloodless tee shirt. Once I was dressed, we left the bedroom to take her back to her sleeping room. I opened the threshold and she immediately went to her water closet and took out a cute getup to wear. It was a dainty jaundiced print top and a pair of yellow short circuit. She decided to go barefoot for now, but that may change later.

When she was finished dressing, we went down to the TV room. No one was in the room, so we turned the TV on, and I selected an all-news communication channel to get the to the highest degree information about our column in WI on fervor. Sammy came out to the TV room and asked Allison what she would care for breakfast, she asked for scrambled eggs and backbone. Sammy also asked me what I would like. I told him one of his cracking Bacon and cheese omelets with some fried potatoes on the side of meat. He told that my breakfast would strike about 20 instant and that he would put it on the dining way table when it is ready.

I sat down on the cast watching our tug in Wisconsin River burn. My real thankfulness was that it was a weekend day and virtually no one had to be evacuated from the building. I texted Jennifer to turn on the TV when she gets up to see our tugboat in WI burning. We needed to pull the legal contracts as well as the records for the fervidness suppression troupe on how recent the fire suppression equipment had been checked. I also wanted a list of tenants to be contacted and notice out when the fire department is finished for them to let us know what was capable to be salvaged out of their offices.

I switched back and Forth River on the TV from one news channel to another trying to get honest scene of the building burning. I put a call into the Fire section in James Madison Wisconsin asking them about my building that was on flak. I got a very nice lady who told me that there really was no additional information at this meter, and she said that they already had my name and turn to be reached once there is something to tell me. I thanked her for her fourth dimension and hung up.

As I sat on the lounge with Allison, my phone buzzed once again. It was from Roger again. This fourth dimension his text edition read : husband murders wife in Chicago in one of the Pinetree hotels. topical anesthetic law enforcement will be sending us copy of all the police force reports.

I just shook my mind thinking that he was very prophetic in his world-class textual matter message telling me that it wasn't a good kickoff to the day.

I put my arm around Allison and pulled her into me as we watched the news. Although I prefer FOX news, I did follow CBS word to try and get a different camera slant on the flame. One matter that I noticed was a whole lot of fire-eater standing around by the fire hand truck. I wondered to myself why so many people were just standing around.

After about an hour of watching the fire on the newsworthiness, FOX switched away from the fire and did a piece on the murder in Michigan in a Pinetree. They clearly pointed out that it was a domestic violence showcase as the married man had been arrested multiple times before.

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

I kind of exhaled knowing that my hoi polloi won't be put in damage's way. I went over to the SS Agent and show him my headphone and the textual matter message. He thanked me for the update. I texted St. John the Apostle 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 chocolate. He also delivered me the omelet that I asked for along with some fried potatoes. He had also poured me a drinking glass of juice. He put my plate at the head of the table and the one for Allison mighty next to me where Dakota normally sits.

Since the DEA issue was off for the day, I dialed up the jet gang and let them make out whenever they get quick, 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 sleeping room. Both Dakota and Jill let out small pant at seeing our tug burning. I suggested to both to pack an nightlong bag, just in subject 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 trip-up, 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 prissy with us nor the DEA.

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

I also texted Fred to let him fuck that the DEA upshot today had been canceled. In my text edition message, I let him know that we were heading to the jet to make a trip to our tower in Wisconsin.

Diane and John were the maiden to get in at the dining room table. John asked for his usual kitchen sinkhole omelet. Diane wanted scrambled testicle and a cup of umber. I reached into the fridge and gave her a feeding bottle of water as well.

About the time Bobby was finishing trick's omelette, Dakota and Jill came out to the dining room leaving their overnight bags at the front room access. john ate at his formula pep pill shoveling the 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 agent 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 look privy, Diane, Jennifer, Dakota, Jill, myself and three SS federal agent. It seemed as if we all were there. However, we only had a town car in the garage, so we had to take a couple of cars. Tina offered to force Diane, John, and Jennifer. Fred took Jill and her SS factor in the town car. That left Dakota and her agent to hinge upon along with me and my broker. Donna volunteered to take Dakota, and me along with our security measures federal agent to the jet.

When we all arrived at the jet, I gave Fred some information about our getting even so we would be better prepared with a full-size limousine or two to head back to the Chateau. Everyone grabbed their nightlong bag and climbed the stair to enter the jet. Once we were all into the jet, they closed the door and locked it in position. The jet slowly moved from its parking spot towards the track. We waited in business line to get on the runway. There were three special K in front of us, although once the three blue jet took off, we lined up for takeoff as well.

We paused for a moment then we felt the delicious quickening of the plane. Before we got to the end of the rail, the olfactory organ of the jet took a sharp upward slant putting us in the air and on our way to Madison, Wisconsin.

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

On the other face of me sat Jennifer. bathroom and Diane sat on the love seat with Diane leaning her head onto John's chest. Jennifer put her weapon system around me and put her head on my left wing shoulder. We ran into some turbulence as we passed over Utah and Colorado, however, once we passed those two states the flight smoothed right out. The flight to Wisconsin was right at the three-hour limit. Dakota pulled her peg and feet off me when the planing machine began its descent to land.

Unfortunately, we had to circle the airport a couple of fourth dimension before the tower gave us permission to land the jet. Finally, we got the planing machine on the basis. We taxied the jet to the private planing machine region. 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 other private planes. We got the door open and went down to the limos. Jill, Dakota and I along with three SS agents got into one limousine with Jennifer, John, and Diane getting into the other limo. Both of our device driver knew where we were headed. They shut the rear door and headed the limos down the road towards the burning pillar. I could see them a couple of miles before we got to the tugboat. As we arrived, there were respective TV news crowd filming the ardor and taking interviews with hoi polloi who had nada to do with the tugboat, they just happened to be standing close, so they were interviewing them.

CHAPTER 2

When we pulled up to the roped-off area by the tower entrance, I put my Best face on to spill to the TV newsman about the tug. Lots of questions 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 citizenry left in the column. He told me that they got everyone out and that only dimension terms, no human hurt, which made me feel good.

I did manage to wonder about when the fire probe would set about. The instance from the Fire section told me that no investigation would get until after the entire fire was completely out.

I got a speech sound call from Special Agent Virginia Wade. She told me that she got into a bit of trouble for allowing my group to assist her DEA agents in taking down the Mexican Drug cartel. I apologized to her for getting her into a bit of bother, but she told me to not worry about it.

We pulled the two limos just a few feet away from the TV intelligence caravan. I got out with Jennifer and Dakota by my side. We answered as many of the interrogative as we could, but we did stress that we were thankful that there was no one inside the function towner and that we will be happy with getting the results of the ardour investigation.

One of the cameramen told us that it will be closemouthed to 12 60 minutes before the attack is out then they will begin the investigation. I thanked him for the information and asked where a good diner is that's not too far away. He recommended a mom and pop diner that was about 8 blocks removed from the fervor. 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 vacate, but one of our number one wood told us all that the food was trade good, so we took his hint and decided to appease. With there being a sum of 9 of us, we pushed two board together and sat down. A nice erstwhile waitress came over to our mesa and started taking boozing purchase order. She discussed the special of the day, which was eggplant parmesan with a small side salad and a large slice of ail bread.

Jill wanted the special, Dakota ordered a grilled cheeseflower sandwich with a bowl of Lycopersicon esculentum soup. Jennifer ordered Anguilla sucklandii salad on toasted sourdough bread. John and Diane both ordered the special as well. I went in a totally different counsel ; I ordered a BLT on white toast with mayo and two slices of Lycopersicon esculentum. I ordered a Coke and everyone else ordered a sodium carbonate as well. I didn't hear what the SS agentive role ordered since they ended up sitting at a hold over following 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 bill for the security team that was sitting at a unlike mesa. Since the eating place wasn't all that in use, the meals came quickly. One affair 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 of magnitude French fries or a side salad otherwise you only get the sandwich. The waitress trying to conciliate all of us brought a big home of French people nestling. Dakota, as common, put some of the minor on to a small plate and slathered them with ketchup before taking some and stuffing them into my oral cavity and giggling all about it.

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

The waitress noticed that all the SS agentive role where carrying firearms. She asked how cum 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.

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

When three very loud teenagers came into the restaurant, I saw that the SS federal agent got a bit nervous. The teens sat down a few tables away from us. One of the agentive role moved her president over side by side to Dakota and Jill. The teens noticed her do that and made a loud comment about how cockeyed they thought my protection detail was. They decided to provoke the agent by taunting them verbally. The factor didn't say a word but when one of the teens got up and walked over to get in their face, the male agent stood up and asked the teen to go back to his board. Instead, he decided that he would do what he wanted to do and there was nothing that the federal agent could do about it.

Just as the teen decided to ask a swing at the agent, the teenager had his face bounced off the table and was handcuffed in minute. That only escalated the position. The waitress demanded that the agent release the teenager. The teenager only threatened the factor more. Now all three agents were involved, and they asked the teens to go back to their board and just leave alone us alone. The teens decided that they were right and took a golf shot at the agentive role. All three agents took the stripling down like calfskin at a rodeo. All three were lying font down on their table with the waitress yelling at the factor that she's about to holler the constabulary and that they would incur real trouble as the Sherriff doesn't like unknown who cause problem. At this point, Dakota stood up and told the waitress that we can get bad service and unruly teenagers at any dining compartment in the world and that she should stay out of our business.

I asked for the card, which the waitress had to add once again. I got up and went to the cash register to pay the bill, but she was too occupy running her mouth with the James Cook. I looked at the sum on the bill and threw down enough to pay the vizor but only left her a 5 % tip since she decided to inject her nose into our business. Dakota took a snapshot of the money next to the poster, so she couldn't call the Sherriff and severalise him that we did the old Dine and Dash modus operandi. 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 olfactory organ into our business.

The nine of us walked out of the eating place with the waitress telling us not to speed back. Dakota was quick to tell her that we wouldn't come back if the intellectual nourishment was free. That made all of us laugh as we left.

We got back into the limos and headed back to the tower to see if the fire was under control yet. When we got there, we saw that the pillar was still on fire, but it appeared to be much more under ascendency at this stop. Most of the new vanguard left with only the one from FOX news remaining.

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

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

I dialed up our legal department to accept them deplumate all the paperwork on the attainment of that function tower. They told me that it would take a yoke of days, but they will send me copies for me to look over. Our top sound attorney for property acquisition told me he would commit me his analysis of the paperwork and severalise me if it was an ‘ as is'purchase or something else. I thanked him and hung up the phone.

As we stood there making phone birdsong, the reporter for FOX intelligence came over to one of the federal agent and asked who to speak to about this ardor. They politely pointed at me. The reporter, named Ashley President Lyndon Johnson, was gorgeous and polite. When I finished my phone birdsong, I turned off my phone and put it in my pocket. She asked me various questions while I was being videotaped. She thanked me for the private interview and left with her camera operator. I asked one of the attack department captains when they thought it would be completely out. He told me that it will be at least late tomorrow and possibly into the come day before they will feature the fire completely out and able to begin their investigation of the firing. I thanked him for his time and gathered my people to head back to the jet.

It took several minutes to get to the jet but once we were there, we all walked the stone's throw and got into the jet, happy to be leaving this urban center. The copilot closed the crosshatch and took us to the rail. The jet once again accelerated down the runway and into the air to head back home. I knew that the escape would take on another three 60 minutes, but I was make to take a little nap. I stretched out and found Dakota curl up into me as the flight went towards home.

Once again, we experienced some small amount of upheaval over Colorado River and Beehive State, but once we hit Golden State, we were in the straighten out and it was smooth sailing from that stop on to LA.

CHAPTER 3

As the jet went from a level escape to a descent preparing to land, Dakota rolled off me and I opened my middle. I asked the SS agents if they think anything will come of the teenager, they didn't believe anything would, but they said that they would tick in with local law enforcement just to make sure.

It was only a few minutes before the jet made a knifelike downturn to nation. Apparently, that part of the flight always makes Dakota nervous as she squeezed me tightly just before the cycle hit the track. As we taxied around to where our limo were waiting, I saw Fred standing stoically outside one of the limos. I heard Dakota Tell Jill that when Fred is driving the limousine, she feels much better. Jill agreed with her.

The pilot and copilot taxied the jet around to the face of the airport that former private jet were parked, and our jet was parked right following to them. Once the jet came to a check, 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 turgid of the limos and John, Diane, and Jennifer got into the bit limo. Fred started our limo and the distaff driver, whom I didn't know started the other limousine 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 Lady that is driving the early limo ?"I asked.

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

"well, 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 female parent Deloris which I think is salutary for her. I mean, she loves all the youth in our house, but it is nice for her to possess person closer to her own age to plowshare aliveness experiences with,"Fred tells me.

"I agree completely,"I tell Fred.

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

"fountainhead, it looks as if the tug will be burning for at least another 24-36 time of day. After they finally get the pillar put out, only then will protrude the investigation,"I tell Fred.

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

"Yes, I know. Not really the great start to the day. Our tower in Wisconsin on flak and a domestic help ferocity execution in boodle at a Pinetree, kind of like a one-two punch.

My phone buzzed. It was Allison calling me.

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

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

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

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

"What store are you at ?"I ask.

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

I direct Fred to head to Macy's to pick up Allison. I have Dakota calling Dr. Ronda to let her know that we will be bringing Allison to see her shortly. Dr. Ronda tells Dakota to just get Allison and take her spine to the Chateau and she will meet 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 threshold leaning against the edifice. Fred pulled up and one of the protection 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 variety of worried me.

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

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

Fred is racing the limo back to the Chateau. I am just stroking Allison's head hoping that it will soothe her. Fred pushes various yellow lights before he finally gets us back to the Chateau. He pokes the necessary buttons to afford the outer logic gate then open the privileged gate. I see Dr. Ronda's car already in the courtyard.

Fred pulls the limo up to the social movement doorway. We all get out. I carry Allison inside the house and lay her down on the couch. Dr. Ronda comes over to her and begins taking vital sign of the zodiac, checking line pressure, listening to her substance and her ventilation. She puts on the blood pressure cuff.

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

Dr. Ronda believes that Allison has something such as an infection. She wants us to rent her to metropolis 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 limo along with a female agentive role to protect her. Jill decides to stay at the Chateau.

Fred gets the limo racing towards City Hospital with Dr. Ronda right behind the limo. Dr. Ronda pushes respective yellow brightness level and even and red luminance. Getting to City hospital took about half the clip it normally does. Fred just pulled the limousine right in presence of the ER entranceway. Dr. Ronda parked her car in the Dr. parking lot and hurried into the ER.

Dr. Ronda took controller 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 nurse came into the exam room to assist Dr. Ronda. They asked Allison if she was allergic to anything. Allison told her that she was allergic to morphine and a couple of early drugs. Dr. Ronda ordered a different painful sensation medicine to avail Allison. She also ordered a blood haul as she suspects that Allison has some kind of infection but needs the lab work to confirm that.

Allison is yawning, and I just stand there caressing her hair which sorting of makes her smile. The two agent that came along to guard Dakota and I are standing like guard Canis familiaris right outside the exam room doorway.

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

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

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

Allison isn't in the room very long before Dr. Ronda comes in and stoppage 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 position of Allison to stomach next to me allowing Dr. Ronda space to do her examination of Allison.

Dakota text edition Tina the room number that Allison is in so people 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 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 effectual asleep and I'm caressing her hair. I'm worrying about Allison, but only to a certain amount of vexation. My main worry is wondering how Allison got this contagion and is there something that we need to plow at the Chateau to sustain 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 next calendar week. I need some Plan B people just in face some end up getting fired or depart on me.

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

Sitting in Allison's elbow room, the TV still showed the fire from Badger State. You could see that the fire was now under control condition, but not out just yet. I shook my oral sex watching the news clip about the tower.

When 8 pm came around, the announcement that visiting hours were now over, and it was clock time to induce your way out of metropolis Hospital. Visiting hours would begin at 9 am tomorrow morning. Dakota and I got up and went to the charge nurses'desk to name sure they had both my cell earpiece and Dakota's cell earpiece numbers pool. 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 agents left City infirmary and walked outside the front principal entrance to see Fred waiting for us. We got into the back 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 infirmary for about a week.

In the back of the limo, I stretched my peg out. Dakota switched tooshie and snuggled up to me putting her nous on my chest.

"favorite, 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 use up too long for Fred to get us back to the Chateau. He drops us at the front door and parked the limo in the service department. I let the SS broker know that I will most likely make another trip to City Hospital to call Allison tomorrow morning. They thank me for giving them a head word'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 stew. Both Dakota and I filled a dyad of plates 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 early as she was just tired out. Tina gives me a candy kiss, very erotic and passionate. Fred walks through the movement room to steer down the hallway to Mom's elbow room. I heard the door open and then close. I just smile glad 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 aurora, Jill told me that she thought she would stay in bed for a spell. I asked if she thought she should go see Dr. Ronda, but she fussed at me. When I finished my morn duties in the bathroom, I texted Dr. Ronda that now Jill wasn't feeling good. She texted right back that she will fare to visit Jill before she heads to city infirmary to see Allison.

I turn on the TV and see that the ardour in our tower still is the lead write up on the morn intelligence. However, it appears as if the fervour is almost out. I call the Fire department in Wisconsin and ask how far along in putting the ardor out they might be. The madam at the blast section tells me that it is about 90 % out and they are checking for any hot spots since there is so a lot paper, plus they are checking the trading floor both above and below where the flaming took home. I thanked her for her time and hung up.

I go out into the dining way and see Sammy and Bobby making everyone breakfast. Sammy asks me what I would wish for breakfast. I just tell him once again that my rule omelette would be just fine. I see John eating one of his everything but the kitchen cesspool omelet, 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 see at her as well. I pulled Dakota over to me and whispered in her ear to stimulate Tina restrain 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 metropolis Hospital as quickly as he can. I think about how well Fred takes guardianship of us.

When we arrive at the infirmary, Fred drops the three of us off at the main entrance. The two SS broker that came with us also get out at the look door to the hospital. The five of us weave our way through the maze of hallway to get to Allison's room phone number 1708. When we arrive, Allison is eating some grits and some scrambled powdered eggs. She has a methamphetamine hydrochloride of OJ as well as a bad cup of coffee. She puts creamer and sugar in the burnt umber to try and help oneself the taste, but they really don't help at all.

I hug Allison to relax her. She tells me that she really doesn't feel all that different than when we brought her to the hospital. I take a expression at the chart the nursemaid and Doctor have written their notes into. They all seem to indicate that Allison is suffering from an infection although they don't acknowledgment where the infection is located in the body. I see her vitals that they keep talking and they show that Allison's line of descent pressure is a bit high and that her clean blood count is extremely high. Dr. Ronda ordered some antibiotics along with another bag of fluids to hold open her hydrated.

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

After we visit with Allison for a while, we all head back to the limousine for Fred to take us back home. Dakota reminds me that I have the HR meeting tomorrow dawn at 9 am at the convention center. I ask her to group every HR person by where they are in the area and to print out possible names as replacements in case some quit or get let go tomorrow.

After visiting with Allison, we get back into the limousine and Fred drives us back abode to the Chateau. Because I was intending to wake up about 7 am I headed to bed at about 9 pm. Jill still wasn't feeling all that well. Dr. Ronda stopped by the 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 atmospheric condition. Tina and Dakota were feeling just fine.

Dr. Ronda prescribed some antibiotics for the ma'am, impregnable enough to set on the virus, but gentle enough to not injure the babies. She had them sent to Walgreen's. Tina went to clean them up after two hours.

On Monday sunup, I woke up with two thing on my brainiac. One, how are the dame doing ? Two, how many HR citizenry will we turn a loss today ?

I get up and do my sunrise duties in the bathroom, including taking a squeamish hot shower. No one joined me in the shower bath carrel, which was a courteous moderation for me.

I put on a Nice dress shirt, black slacks, and a tie. I brought my lawsuit pelage along, but I wasn't for certain if I felt like wearing it or not. I met Dakota and Tina at the nominal head threshold along with one female and one male federal agent to protect us. Fred took us to the conventionalism centre where he dropped us off at the main entrance.

I head inside and chose a stern on the stage. Dakota also took a tooshie next to Tina with the two SS broker standing off to one side but keeping unaired proximity to Tina, Dakota, and myself.

As 9 am rolled around, the monumental routine of HR multitude entered the briny doorway of the convention center 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 former so everyone had the opportunity to find their ass and not pretermit anything that I wanted to say. The first matter that I talked about was how many new employees were not processed properly into our system. I pointed out that it costs us 100 of dollars surplus 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 mail it to them. Instead of them getting calculate deposit.

I pointed out the districts that were not being successful and having the most special cut bridle for new employees. I also pointed out just how many people were still in our arrangement that had already been terminated. well-nigh of the HR mass gasped when I told them how many employees this mismanagement of payroll and new employee processing cost the company along with how many hoi polloi, we overpaid by not terminating them as they should have been.

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

I asked for a commitment from each district to do a advantageously job in terminating asleep employees and processing the paperwork for new employees to put them on the payroll.

Most every HR mortal committed to doing a better job at handling new employees. I started with the top 10 troubled districts in our company. I didn't name any name calling, but various people who knew that their district was not doing the job properly got up and left their work keys on the mesa. 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 territorial dominion that the total territory quit and thankfully it was the penetrate two districts of the intact troupe. Once they got up and left, I had Dakota and Tina collect their company keys off the tables.

As we approached lunch, I saw the delivery drivers from Jimmy John the Divine's bringing in corner of sandwiches and flake along with coolers of soda and water.

Dakota went to the food and got 5 sandwiches and 5 drinkable. She handed the two SS factor their sandwiches first and their potable then sat down with Tina and I to have lunch. Oddly plenty, we had a few people who wanted to sit with us to beak our brain on what we were going to do about the HR multitude 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 people in our companies. They seemed to hold with me on my plan.

After the tiffin was over, I called out several multitude and promoted them to become HR personnel department. I still hollo these the great unwashed my design B hoi polloi. They all are excited that they have been recognized as promotable people in our troupe. When I announced masses's names, I got lots of squealing and clapping. At 4 pm, I ended the HR conventionality by thanking everyone for attending. When I left the phase I received a standing ovation, which made me smile. I gathered up my two gentlewoman and the two SS agents and headed out to the limo. Where Fred was waiting patiently to take us home.

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

We got out of the limousine 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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