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The Chauffeur ( # 58 ) The Fire

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

On Sat I was awoken by my cell phone buzzing. I grudgingly got out of bed and scuffed over to the dresser to correspond my sound. I saw that the text was from Roger Johnson. The text read : Big Fire at an office pillar in Wisconsin. CALL ME ASAP ! Roger.

I called Roger as soon as I read his text message. The first gear telephone call went straight to voicemail. The second base call Roger picked up.

"Hey, Jacques Louis David, not a good way to part a morning. 17 base of our tug in Wisconsin are on fire. Since it is a Sabbatum, evacuating the building wasn't that difficult. However, there was some reason the sprinklers didn't go on, so the firefighters are attacking this fervour head-on. Currently, this is a 6-alarm firing but will nigh belike get raised as the flak is not contained yet."Roger tells me.

I expect that you will be getting headphone Call from many of your tenants in the construction such as kraft paper Foods, who is the original possessor of the construction. I would check to see but if you didn't buy the attribute in an ‘ as is'condition 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 extra Agent Wade, plus the SS agent who will accompany us on this charge out in the LA desert once again. Fred, lavatory, and I are supposed to suffer up with the DEA just after 1 pm. All in all, we are supposed to have about 32 people on our incline of this mission.

After I hung up from the telephone, I noticed that Dakota was in my sleep bed. I tiptoed around her and saw that she was wearing panty just as Dr. Ronda had requested. I headed into the bathroom to require forethought of my morning tariff which included a quick shower. As I had my header underneath the piddle, I felt the cold air from the shower door being opened. I turned around expecting to see Dakota, but instead, it was Allison. I haven't played with Allison in quite a while, so it made me smile to see her get into the exhibitioner stall with me.

I jokingly pushed her underneath the showerhead to get her entire soundbox 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 distich of tug which made me smile.

We spent several minutes in the shower together before we turned the hot body of water off. I grabbed two towels and we took our meter to dry each early. 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 sleeping accommodation. She put a clean dry Patrick Victor Martindale White tee shirt on with no scanty's underneath. I put on my usual, a couplet of shorts plus a snowy tee shirt. Once I was dressed, we left the bedroom to demand her back to her chamber. I opened the threshold and she immediately went to her closet and took out a cute turnout to wear. It was a overnice yellow print top and a twosome of yellow trunks. 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 most information about our tower in Wisconsin on fire. Sammy came out to the TV elbow room and asked Allison what she would like for breakfast, she asked for scrambled eggs and grits. Sammy also asked me what I would care. I told him one of his not bad bacon and tall mallow omelet with some fried potato on the side of meat. He told that my breakfast would have about 20 minutes and that he would put it on the dining room table when it is ready.

I sat down on the put watching our tower in Wisconsin suntan. My real appreciativeness 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 pillar in Wisconsin River combustion. We needed to pull the legal contract bridge as well as the platter for the fire crushing company on how recent the fire curtailment equipment had been checked. I also wanted a lean of tenants to be contacted and find out when the attack department is finished for them to let us recognize what was able-bodied to be salvaged out of their offices.

I switched back and Forth on the TV from one news distribution channel to another trying to get better shot of the building burning at the stake. I put a call into the Fire section in Madison Badger State asking them about my building that was on fire. I got a very gracious Lady who told me that there really was no additional information at this time, and she said that they already had my figure and telephone number to be reached once there is something to secern me. I thanked her for her clip and hung up.

As I sat on the sofa with Allison, my phone buzzed once again. It was from Roger again. This time his school text read : married man murders wife in Michigan in one of the Pinetree hotels. Local law enforcement will be sending us written matter of all the Police reports.

I just shook my headway mentation that he was very prophetical in his first textbook message telling me that it wasn't a good startle 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 learn CBS news to try and get a dissimilar tv camera Angle on the fire. One thing that I noticed was a completely lot of fire fighter standing around by the attack trucks. I wondered to myself why so many mass were just standing around.

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

My phone buzzed once again. This prison term it was limited Agent Wade of the DEA. She said"calling off the desert payoff as we don't have enough agents to handle this group. Thanks for the offer of assistance ”.

I kind of exhale knowing that my people won't be put in harm's way. I went over to the SS Agent and show him my telephone and the text edition message. He thanked me for the update. I texted John the Divine 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 gumption along with a fresh cup of coffee tree. He also delivered me the omelet that I asked for along with some deep-fried white potato. He had also poured me a Methedrine of juice. He put my plate at the headland of the table and the one for Allison right next to me where Dakota normally sits.

Since the DEA issue was off for the day, I dialed up the jet crowd and let them know whenever they get ready, I would like to fly to Madison Wisconsin River. 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 accommodation. Both Dakota and Jill let out pocket-size gasps at seeing our tug burning. I suggested to both to pack an all-night bag, just in suit we end up staying over.

I ask Allison if she would like to go to Wisconsin River, she asked if it would be OK if she skipped the misstep, which I kissed her and told her it would be no trouble, but to continue 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 and that I would like her and John and Jennifer to join me in the jet. It took a twain of minutes, but I finally got two text substance. One from Diane telling me that she and trick 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 jazz that the DEA event today had been canceled. In my text message, I let him know that we were heading to the jet to make a tripper to our tug in Wisconsin.

Diane and John were the first to arrive at the dining room table. toilet asked for his usual kitchen sink omelet. Diane wanted scrambled nut and a cup of coffee. I reached into the electric refrigerator and gave her a feeding bottle of water as well.

About the time Bobby was finishing John's omelet, Dakota and Jill came out to the dining room leaving their overnight suitcase at the front room access. toilet ate at his normal speed shoveling the intellectual nourishment into his mouth as quickly as he possibly could.

Since Dakota and Jill were both going with me, both female agents and one male agent accompanied us. They each had an nightlong bag gear up and they set them by the front doorway. A few moment later Jennifer joined us. I looked around the room and counted bathroom, Diane, Jennifer, Dakota, Jill, myself and three SS agents. 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 gondola. Tina offered to tug Diane, John, 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 broker. Donna volunteered to take Dakota, and me along with our security agents to the jet.

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

We paused for a moment then we felt the delicious acceleration of the plane. Before we got to the end of the runway, the nose of the jet took a sharp upward angle 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 book binding to show me that she was indeed wearing pantie, which made me smile. Dakota sat with her ramification 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 side of me sat Jennifer. John and Diane sat on the beloved buttocks with Diane leaning her headway onto John's chest. Jennifer put her arms around me and put her head on my left shoulder. We ran into some Sturm und Drang as we passed over Beehive State and Colorado, however, once we passed those two body politic the flight smoothed right out. The escape to Wisconsin was right at the three-hour limit. Dakota pulled her wooden leg and foot off me when the sheet began its descent to land.

Unfortunately, we had to circle the airport a couple of times before the towboat gave us permission to down the jet. Finally, we got the planer on the ground. We taxied the jet to the individual plane area. I saw the two limos that Dakota had ordered up for us to ride in patch in Wisconsin.

Our archetype was able to park the jet amongst former individual planes. We got the door spread and went down to the limousine. Jill, Dakota and I along with three SS agentive role got into one limo with Jennifer, King John, and Diane getting into the other limo. Both of our driver knew where we were headed. They shut the back threshold and headed the limos down the road towards the electrocution towboat. I could see them a duad of land mile before we got to the pillar. As we arrived, there were various TV news crowd filming the fire and taking interviews with people who had cipher to do with the towboat, they just happened to be standing secretive, so they were interviewing them.

CHAPTER 2

When we pulled up to the roped-off area by the tower incoming, I put my best face on to talk to the TV reporters about the tower. raft 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 mass left in the column. He told me that they got everyone out and that only property damage, no human accidental injury, which made me palpate good.

I did manage to ask about when the fire investigation would get. The spokesperson from the Fire Department told me that no investigation would begin until after the full fire was completely out.

I got a phone call from Special Agent Wade. She told me that she got into a bit of fuss for allowing my radical to attend her DEA broker in taking down the Mexican Drug corporate trust. I apologized to her for getting her into a bit of worry, but she told me to not concern about it.

We pulled the two limos just a few understructure away from the TV intelligence avant-garde. I got out with Jennifer and Dakota by my side. We answered as many of the questions as we could, but we did punctuate that we were thankful that there was no one inside the office towner and that we will be happy with getting the results of the fervidness investigation.

One of the cameramen told us that it will be tightlipped to 12 hour before the ardor is out then they will begin the investigation. I thanked him for the information and asked where a good buffet car is that's not too far away. He recommended a mom and pop diner 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 place was virtually empty, but one of our driver told us all that the solid food was undecomposed, so we took his hint and decided to stay. With there being a total of 9 of us, we pushed two mesa together and sat down. A prissy older waitress came over to our table and started taking drink Order. She discussed the exceptional of the day, which was eggplant parmesan with a humble side salad and a large slice of garlic bread.

Jill wanted the extra, Dakota ordered a grilled cheese sandwich with a bowl of tomato soup. Jennifer ordered Anguilla sucklandii salad on wassail sourdough bread. lav and Diane both ordered the special as well. I went in a totally different focus ; I ordered a BLT on white toast with mayo and two slices of Lycopersicon esculentum. I ordered a blow and everyone else ordered a soda water as well. I didn't hear what the SS agentive role ordered since they ended up sitting at a put off side by side 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 handbill for the trade protection squad that was sitting at a different table. Since the restaurant wasn't all that busy, the meal 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 order French nestling or a side salad otherwise you only get the sandwich. The waitress trying to lenify all of us brought a big scale of Daniel Chester French fries. Dakota, as usual, put some of the fries on to a small dental plate and slathered them with ketchup before taking some and stuffing them into my mouth and giggling all about it.

It didn't take long, but the SS agents finished quite quickly their meals, while my table was still working on their meals. I guess the fries arriving late helped decelerate us down.

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

whoremaster 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 cheek. He in-turn, kissed her back putting a bit of cetchup on her cheek, which made both giggles as well as the sleep of the table.

When three very loud teenagers came into the restaurant, I saw that the SS broker got a bit nervous. The teens sat down a few tabular array away from us. One of the agents moved her chairwoman over next to Dakota and Jill. The teens noticed her do that and made a loud comment about how ridiculous they thought my protective covering detail was. They decided to provoke the factor by taunting them verbally. The agents didn't say a word but when one of the adolescent got up and walked over to get in their face, 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 cypher that the federal agent could do about it.

Just as the adolescent decided to take a golf shot at the factor, the teen had his face bounced off the table and was handcuffed in seconds. That only escalated the situation. The waitress demanded that the agent resign the teenager. The teenager only threatened the broker to a greater extent. Now all three agents were involved, and they asked the teens to go back to their table and just leave us alone. The adolescent decided that they were right field and took a jive at the agentive role. 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 visit the police and that they would find really trouble as the Sherriff doesn't like stranger who cause trouble. At this point, Dakota stood up and told the waitress that we can get bad avail and unruly teenagers at any dining car in the world and that she should appease out of our business.

I asked for the broadsheet, which the waitress had to add once again. I got up and went to the John Cash register to pay the Federal Reserve note, but she was too busy running her mouth with the Captain Cook. I looked at the amount on the bill and threw down enough to pay the bill but only left her a 5 % tip since she decided to interpose her nose into our patronage. Dakota took a shot of the money next to the account, so she couldn't call the Sherriff and separate him that we did the old Dine and hyphen routine. I asked the SS agents to secrete the teens, which they did, but they were set up 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 hurry back. Dakota was warm to tell her that we wouldn't come back if the food was free. That made all of us laugh as we left.

We got back into the limousine and headed back to the towers to see if the fire was under ascendency yet. When we got there, we saw that the tug was still on fervency, but it appeared to be much more under control at this point. Most of the new avant-garde left with only the one from FOX news remaining.

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

Dakota, Jill, Jennifer, and I started making renter phone shout. Everyone was informed about the fire and that the towboat may not be spread for several days. I asked the hoi polloi from kraft paper why the sprinklers didn't kick on ; they had no reply for that question.

I dialed up our legal department to have them extract all the paperwork on the skill of that office column. They told me that it would subscribe a match of days, but they will send me transcript for me to attend over. Our top legal lawyer for property attainment told me he would transmit me his analysis of the paperwork and tell me if it was an ‘ as is'leverage or something else. I thanked him and hung up the phone.

As we stood there making earpiece phone call, the reporter for FOX intelligence came over to one of the federal agent and asked who to speak to about this ardour. They politely pointed at me. The newsperson, named Ashley Johnson, was gorgeous and polite. When I finished my sound phone call, I turned off my phone and put it in my pocket. She asked me several inquiry while I was being videotaped. She thanked me for the individual interview and left with her cameraman. I asked one of the firing department sea captain when they thought it would be completely out. He told me that it will be at least late tomorrow and possibly into the stick to day before they will have the firing completely out and able to get down their investigation of the fire. I thanked him for his time and gathered my hoi polloi 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 hatching and took us to the runway. The jet once again accelerated down the runway and into the air to steer back home plate. I knew that the flight would look at another three hr, but I was set to drive a trivial nap. I stretched out and found Dakota draw in up into me as the flight went towards home.

Once again, we experienced some belittled amount of turbulence over Colorado and Utah, but once we hit California, we were in the clear and it was politic sailing from that tip on to LA.

CHAPTER 3

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

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

The airplane pilot and copilot taxied the jet around to the face of the airport that early private jets were parked, and our jet was parked right next to them. Once the jet came to a plosive speech sound, 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 factor got into the large of the limo 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 driving force didn't deal long at all since it was still Saturday.

"Hey, Fred, who's the madam 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 good backsheesh,"Fred tells me. I smile when I hear that new employees are being successful.

"Well, that's cracking to hear,"I say to Fred.

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

"Oh, we 're doing just ticket, thank you for asking. She's really made a Friend with Tina's mother Deloris which I think is good for her. I mean, she loves all the youth in our business firm, but it is courteous for her to have someone closer to her own age to share lifespan 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 tower will be burning for at least another 24-36 time of day. After they finally get the pillar put out, only then will start the investigation,"I tell Fred.

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

"Yes, I know. Not really the great beginning to the day. Our towboat in Wisconsin on fire and a domestic help violence murder in Newmarket 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 good and inquire what I should do,"She asks me.

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

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

"What storage are you at ?"I ask.

"Macy's. I thought I would await 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 break up 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 call for her spine to the Chateau and she will get together us there.

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

"deary how much water 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 head hoping that it will soothe her. Fred pushes respective yellow Light before he finally gets us back to the Chateau. He pokes the necessary push button to unfold the outer gate then afford the intimate gate. I see Dr. Ronda's car already in the courtyard.

Fred pulls the limo up to the front door. We all get out. I carry Allison inside the firm and lay her pile on the couch. Dr. Ronda comes over to her and begins taking critical star sign, checking stock insistence, listening to her heart and her breathing. She puts on the rake pressure cuff.

I sit there worried with Allison's head 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 little Allison. Although I'm annoyed with her leaving the Chateau, I'm more disturbed that there is something dramatically awry with her.

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

Fred gets the limo racing towards City Hospital with Dr. Ronda rightfield behind the limousine. Dr. Ronda pushes various chickenhearted lighting and even and red light. Getting to City hospital took about half the prison term it normally does. Fred just pulled the limo right in strawman 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 test 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 set out to rehydrate.

A nurse came into the exam elbow 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 distich of other drugs. Dr. Ronda ordered a unlike pain medicine to help Allison. She also ordered a blood draw as she suspects that Allison has some sort of contagion but needs the lab oeuvre to affirm that.

Allison is drowsy, and I just stand there caressing her tomentum which sort of makes her smiling. The two agents that came along to guard Dakota and I are standing like guard hound 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 week. She expects that Allison has an infection of some sorting 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 say everyone what is happening with Allison.

As expected, Dr. Ronda has the nurses arranging a elbow 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 maze of the hallway until they get to 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 hospital doesn't want her spreading the infection 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 side of the bed and I'm on the other, but when Dr. Ronda comes into the elbow room, Dakota changes English of Allison to stand adjacent to me allowing Dr. Ronda space to do her examination of Allison.

Dakota texts Tina the room number that Allison is in so hoi polloi from the Chateau could some sojourn with her. Dr. Ronda estimates that Allison will be in urban center Hospital about a week. I am worried about Allison, but with Dr. Ronda in charge of Allison, my fears are minimal.

The two SS agents once again are standing outside the infirmary room much like guard duty hotdog, both Dakota and I find that a bit humorous. Allison is auditory sensation asleep and I'm caressing her hair. I'm worrying about Allison, but only to a certain amount of concern. My independent trouble is wondering how Allison got this infection and is there something that we need to address at the Chateau to keep others from acquiring this infection.

I told Dakota to help me set up for the HR normal that we will be having on Monday of next hebdomad. I need some Plan B the great unwashed just in compositor's case some end up getting fired or quit on me.

It dawns on me that maybe we should have got fewer 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 fervidness was now under control, but not out just yet. I shook my head watching the news magazine about the tower.

When 8 pm came around, the announcement that visiting hr were now over, and it was time to make your way out of city Hospital. Visiting hours would begin at 9 am tomorrow morning. Dakota and I got up and went to the charge nurses'desk to build surely they had both my cell headphone and Dakota's cell earpiece 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 react in kind.

Dakota and I along with our two SS agentive role left city Hospital and walked outside the front main entree to bump Fred waiting for us. We got into the rachis and Fred closed the threshold. 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 backbone of the limousine, I stretched my legs out. Dakota switched butt and snuggled up to me putting her head on my chest.

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

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

I caress her hair's-breadth as I hear her drift 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 social movement door and parked the limo in the garage. I let the SS federal agent know that I will most likely make another trip-up to City hospital to visit Allison tomorrow daybreak. 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 lunch period. We both head into the kitchen where we find a crockpot filled with beef stew. Both Dakota and I filled a couple of plates and carried them over to the dining room table to sit down and eat.

Tina comes over and tells us that Jill went to bed early as she was just tired out. Tina gives me a kiss, very titillating and passionate. Fred pass through the front room to direct down the hallway to Mom's room. I heard the door open 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, Jill told me that she thought she would abide in bed for a piece. I asked if she thought she should go see Dr. Ronda, but she fussed at me. When I finished my cockcrow responsibility in the bath, I texted Dr. Ronda that now Jill wasn't feeling commodity. She texted justly back that she will come to visit Jill before she heads to city infirmary to see Allison.

I turn on the TV and see that the fire in our tower still is the hint write up on the morning news. However, it appears as if the flame is almost out. I call the ardor department in Badger State and ask how far along in putting the fire 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 often report, plus they are checking the floor both above and below where the fire took station. 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 care for breakfast. I just tell him once again that my normal omelette would be just fine. I see St. John the Apostle eating one of his everything but the kitchen sink omelets, but Diane was just having a slash 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 have Tina go along 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, Dakota, and I along with two SS agents get into the limo. As usual, Fred is our driver and weaves his way through the dealings to get to metropolis 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 broker that came with us also get out at the front doorway to the infirmary. The five of us weave our way through the maze of hallways to get to Allison's room number 1708. When we arrive, Allison is eating some gritrock and some scrambled powdered ball. She has a shabu of OJ as well as a bad cup of umber. She puts creamer and shekels in the coffee to try and assist the taste, but they really don't help at all.

I hug Allison to slow down her. She tells me that she really doesn't feel 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 line into. They all seem to indicate that Allison is suffering from an infection although they don't mention where the contagion is located in the body. I see her vitals that they keep talking and they show that Allison's blood pressure level is a bit high and that her whiteness blood enumeration is extremely luxuriously. Dr. Ronda ordered some antibiotics along with another bag of fluids to keep her hydrated.

It makes me remember 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 perfect scouring from top to bottom to pass any germs in our sign ?

After we visit with Allison for a while, we all head back to the limo for Fred to take up us back home. Dakota reminds me that I have the HR merging tomorrow dawning at 9 am at the convention nerve center. I ask her to group every HR mortal by where they are in the res publica and to print out potentiality names as replacements in display case 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 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 vital organ 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 antibiotic drug for the ladies, secure enough to snipe the virus, but gentle enough to not hurt the baby. She had them sent to Walgreen's. Tina went to break up them up after two hours.

On Monday break of the day, I woke up with two things on my mind. One, how are the ladies doing ? Two, how many HR the great unwashed will we fall back today ?

I get up and do my good morning responsibility in the bathroom, including taking a overnice hot shower. No one joined me in the shower stall, which was a nice sculptural 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 sure if I felt like wearing it or not. I met Dakota and Tina at the look door along with one female person and one male agent to protect us. Fred took us to the convention nerve center where he dropped us off at the main entrance.

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

As 9 am rolled around, the massive numeral of HR people entered the main doors of the convention center elbow room. The people at the movement desks were directing the HR the great unwashed to sit together by district, which they did. They seemed excited that they were sitting together.

I purposely began the merging a bit latterly so everyone had the opportunity to find their place and not lack anything that I wanted to say. The first thing that I talked about was how many new employees were not processed properly into our system. I pointed out that it costs us C of dollars 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 race paying them with a paycheck and nightlong mail service it to them. Instead of them getting direct deposit.

I pointed out the district that were not being successful and having the most special cut checks for new employees. I also pointed out just how many people were still in our system that had already been terminated. almost of the HR citizenry gasped when I told them how many employees this mismanagement of payroll and new employee processing cost the company along with how many masses, we overpaid by not terminating them as they should have 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 payroll check but nearly of them wanting direct alluviation. I pointed out that the prior 12 month we overpaid non-terminated employees almost $ 600,000 in addition, we had to cut nearly $ 300,000 worth of all-night paychecks, which also caused a lot of gasps.

I asked for a dedication 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 territorial dominion in our company. I didn't epithet any epithet, but several citizenry who knew that their dominion was not doing the job properly got up and left their oeuvre keys on the board. I watched as they walked out the threshold and left wing. There was a lot of whispering about people quitting, which didn't both me. We had only two territory that the entire dominion quit and thankfully it was the tail two districts of the integral companionship. Once they got up and left, I had Dakota and Tina collect their companionship keys off the tables.

As we approached dejeuner, I saw the manner of speaking driver from jimmy Saint John's bringing in boxwood of sandwiches and chips along with coolers of tonic 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 potable then sat down with Tina and I to have lunch. Oddly enough, we had a few people who wanted to sit with us to pluck our mentality on what we were going to do about the HR people who quit and just walked out. I explained that we have multitude waiting in the offstage to be promoted, plus I wanted to reduce the boilers suit number of HR people in our society. They seemed to harmonise with me on my plan.

After the lunch was over, I called out several mass and promoted them to become HR personnel. I still visit these people my Plan B people. They all are excited that they have been recognized as promotable people in our company. When I announced people's names, I got mess of squealing and clapping. At 4 pm, I ended the HR convening by thanking everyone for attending. When I left the stage I received a standing ovation, which made me smile. I gathered up my two peeress and the two SS agents and headed out to the limo. Where Fred was waiting patiently to choose us home.

I asked that we stop and see Allison at City hospital. Fred made the necessary modification 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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