The Chauffeur ( # 61 ) A Shooting

By PABLO DIABLO

copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

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

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

I got into the limo that Fred was driving. Sharon, Dakota, Jill, Donna all came with me. John chose to ride his truck so he and Diane went to the war hawk in his truck. The weather really was lousy. On the way to the Hawk, we came across circumstances of stroke, almost as if hoi polloi forgot how to drive in crappy weather.

What usually was about a 20-minute thrust became an hour 's drive to get to the mortarboard. Fred pulled the limo into the parking garage, so no one got wet going from the limousine to the elevator. I told Fred to return about noontide to take us to luncheon. I had that Italian station that Fred introduced us to in my head for tiffin as they always have dandy food for thought, and everyone seems relaxed and glad to eat there.

We took the elevator up to our story. Jill dialed up Diane to ensure that she and St. John the Apostle were getting through the shitty traffic. She said that the going was deadening, but they were only a few pulley block away from the parking garage.

Jill and Sharon immediately went to their desks to tackle on-going task and hopefully fetch up them up today. Donna went to her desk and began making phone calls as she was again working on the purchase of a new office tower. This one was to be in Kentucky.

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

One matter that I did placard was we came to the power with only two SS broker. When I opened my computer, I saw an email from one of the agents telling me that some of them were going to spend most of the day reassessing the security measures at the Chateau.

As John and Diane got off the elevator, I saw Mariana also get off the elevator with them, which made me palpate better that she was capable to safely get to make through the stinking weather.

As I made my way through the morn phone calls, the storm outside seems to step up. newsflash of lightning and crash of thunder were ceaseless. At one percentage point, the ignitor flickered in the mortarboard, but they never went out.

I got up from my computer and walked around the office telling everyone that if they didn't need to be on their laptop to stay off them. Most of the agency staff were able to go to making sound call and stay on off their computers. A distich of faculty members needed to continue making earpiece claim.

John the Evangelist, as common, was being his goofy self. He stood at one of the tumid window watching the storm. Suddenly, a large lightning bolt hit the edifice across the street causing toilet to alternate back as the scag was almost immediate.

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

John, of course, came over to my office staff to taper out that it was 11:30 am and fourth dimension to forget for lunch. It really wasn't a surprise that John the Divine was fix to go out to go eat. He collected his wife, Diane, and they headed down the lift to go over to the parking service department. The sleep of us collected at the elevator and sit down together. It was nice seeing all the ladies in their cute raincoats and umbrellas.

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

Fred, of course of instruction, was waiting at the limousine with the support door open for us.

All the ladies got into the limo followed by me. Fred closed the doorway and headed around to the driver's place to take us to lunch. Fred had to sit and wait at the exit on the kickoff floor as there were three or four railway car ahead of us.

When we finally got to the outlet to the street, a large truck came flying by and hit a puddle that splashed the whole battlefront of the limousine. Fred had to put the wiper on eminent upper to crystallise the windowpane as quickly as possible.

Everyone seemed happy to be heading to the Italian restaurant for lunch. When we arrived all the ma'am got out and quickly headed inside the restaurant. When the owner saw us arrive, he greeted us warmly and brought out a match of basketball hoop of crisp garlic bread, which is always a delight.

All the peeress were chatting away as the waitress worked her way around the table taking everyone's drink orders. Fred looked much like a drowning pup. He just sat in his chairperson and asked if they had a fabric, he could take up to dry his tomentum. One of the busboys brought over a large textile. Fred thanked him and began to use the cloth much like a towel.

Today just felt like a pizza day to my lunch fellow worker. We ordered three extra-large pizza pie. One was plain cheese, one was all meat, and the tierce was chicken, mushroom-shaped cloud, and sweet onions. Everyone was delighted with the pizza pie ordered. Since it was a wet showery day, we decided to pass on the usual bottle of chianti. Instead, everyone had a nice hot cup of coffee.

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

As we were eating, a mates of big round men came into the eatery and sat at a table. One of the SS factor wouldn't take her eye off them. I wasn't sure, but they sounded as if they were speaking Eastern European between themselves. I kept one eye on them as well.

When we neared the end of the repast, Fred got up and headed outside to get the car. It did seem as if the two-round guys were keeping an eye on us. We all got up and started toward the restaurant door. The ladies stopped and put on their raincoat and made sure that they each had their umbrellas.

Fred pulled the limo up to the sidewalk by the nominal head doorway. Just as we were leaving the eating house, a lightning bolt of lightning hit nearby, and the crack of thunder was quick. There was a back crack just a moment after the number 1 fissure.

Suddenly, I felt something adept by my left ear. One of the SS agents yelled for everyone to hit the primer coat. All the peeress dropped to the wet sidewalk as Sir Thomas More thing whizzed by us. Both SS agent withdrew their weapons and discharged them down the sidewalk towards 4 orotund round men who were outside waiting for us.

Fred, who was standing in the rain, also withdrew his weapon and fired at the large men about 50 fundament away from us on the sidewalk. John watched the two-round men that were inside the restaurant, but they didn't seem to be involved in our shootout.

When the SS agents gave us the all-clear, we stood up. Everyone was standing when I heard Sharon asking Jill,"Jill…. Jill……are you alright ?"

Jill was still laying on the undercoat. One of the SS agent dialed up 911 requesting paramedical and police. The owner of the restaurant came outside with a handful of towels to serve break off the haemorrhage. Diane and the early SS broker took the towels and put them on the two large holes in her that blood was pouring out of onto the concrete sidewalk.

While it was only a few moment, it felt as if it was an time of day or more. The two male paramedic asked Diane and the SS federal agent to be active aside so they could figure out on Jill and her babe. I watched in astonished silence as they shocked her mettle to start again. Dakota came over to me and stood side by side to me. She gently grasped my hand while the paramedics worked.

It took every bit of mastery not to fall to my knees right next to Jill. The paramedical shocked Jill three assort times before she took an inhale breath, but it was very shallow. Once she began breathing, they put an O2 hose under her olfactory organ to consecrate her continual oxygen.

While they were waiting for an ambulance, they were working on the two heater holes that had an immense amount of origin flowing out of her eubstance. I didn't see it go on, but John moved over next to me and put his deal on my shoulder. At that import I saw that the pavement was covered in blood and that it was dripping off the pavement into the parking lot.

Once again, they grabbed the core paddle and shocked her. Without saying a Christian Bible, my eyes teared up and tears began rolling down my grimace. As I was standing there, Dakota squeezed my hand tighter and put her header on my chest. Sharon and Donna were visibly shaken by the shooting. Both were crying, not hysterically but they were full-on sobbing.

When the ambulance arrived, the paramedics were still frantically working on Jill. The ambulance meeter unloaded a rolling coping stone and brought it over future to her organic structure. The paramedics stopped working on Jill for a moment to load her onto the rolling stretcher. Once she was loaded, the ambulance attendee lifted her up and rolled her into the cover of the ambulance.

One of the paramedics got into the ambulance with the early ambulance attendant. They both continued to go on Jill frantically. The tender that didn't climb into the back shut the backwards doors and ran around to get into the number one wood's seat. They pulled out as the second paramedical cleaned up their equipment and loaded it back into the paramedic vehicle.

As he pulled out, I stood there stunned not knowing what to do. Dakota walked me over to the limousine putting me in the back. Everyone else got in after me. John and Diane went to his motortruck which was only a few foot away. Fred closed the hinder door and headed towards the infirmary with all of us.

I don't really sleep together how long the driving from the restaurant was to the hospital. When we arrived, Fred pulled the limousine next to the ER entry threshold. All the noblewoman got out of the vehicle and went inside. Dakota had to contract me by the script to get me out of the limo and inside the ER.

CHAPTER 2

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

When we got there, it was the Sami examination room where I came to her aid when she was in the accident. Just as Dakota and I arrived, I saw the three physician and two nurses pulling a white-hot shroud over Jill's head. At that very moment, my human knee buckled underneath me, and I fell to the trading floor. Dakota sat on the trading floor with me just hugging me.

When John and Diane came around the recession, they saw me and Dakota on the floor. Diane knew instantly something incorrect had happened. She whispered into John the Divine's ear to come up out what happened as she would go separate the others that were in the ER waiting area.

As John walked around me, he saw the Edward D. White weather sheet over Jill's aspect. He knew that nothing commodity has happened. Diane realized what has happened and went running out to the ER wait room. She frantically told everyone that Jill and the baby are dead.

Just as she finished telling the group, various metropolis Policemen entered the ER. Diane overheard them ask where the group for Jill Graham Greene would be. Diane went over to the military officer and introduced herself. She took two of the police officer to the group that was waiting in the ER waiting area. After that, she took the remaining two police officer down the hallway to the exam way where Jill's body was still laying with a sheet over her face.

I saw Diane leading the military officer down the hall towards me and Dakota. She helped me up off the flooring, however, my stifle were still very weak, so she leaned me against the wall to help me delay standing.

"Hello Mr. Henry Graham Greene, I'm Sargent Don John Major. We are here to investigate the shooting in front man of the Italian restaurant,"the officer says to me.

I just stand there numb.

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

"Did you see the shot ?"Officer John Roy Major asked.

"fountainhead yes. I was in the center of it along with St. David. We didn't know that Jill had been shot until after the shooting was over,"Dakota told the officer.

"Who actually did the shooting from your chemical group ?"Sargent John R. Major asked.

"Why would you desire to bang officer,"Dakota asked.

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

"wellspring, 4 large men were at the end of the sidewalk. When there was a prominent whirl of scag then a endorse fissure which we thought was thunder as well, but it was their first shot at us. The bullet went whizzing by us. Both of our secret service security Guy withdrew their weapon and returned fervour,"she told the officer.

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

"He was standing side by side to his wife Jill, ”.

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

Dakota just raises her left arm and pointed towards the examination way. Sargent major stepped around us to go into the test room, but he stopped when he saw the body underneath the white sheet.

"Mr. Graham Greene, I am dingy for your expiration,"Sargent John Major said.

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

Fred must have seen us as the limo pulled up to the ER doors and our grouping all walked out to the vehicle. Fred opened the backward door and John and Dakota pushed me into the car. John the Evangelist and Diane went to his truck while the relaxation of the ladies all climbed in behind me.

As common, Fred shut the doorway and began driving us home.

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

As we made our way into the house, everyone that was there said how sorry they were that we lost Jill and the baby. I felt numb from head to toe. Dakota gently guided me into my bedroom, which now looked so vacant without Jill.

Dakota took me to the privy. She gently began to strip me down. Once I was naked, she pushed me into the shower cubicle. In just a pair of present moment, she joined me. She turned on the water hot to soothe and relax my muscles. She asked me to bend my read/write head down so she could shampoo my fuzz. I did everything that she asked of me, but I was still in a huge daze.

When the shower was over, Dakota turned the water off and stepped out of the shower to grab a couple of plum dry towels. At 1st, she used one to dry me off. When I was dry, she used the other one to dry herself off. When we were both dry, she walked us out of the toilet to my bedroom. She opened the dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of basketball short pants. She had me abuse into them. After they were on my soundbox, she opened another drawer to get me a white tee shirt and she had me sit on the edge of the bed for her to put it on me.

She pulled out a tee shirt for herself and put it on. When we both had something on, she took me by the hand and walked me out to the TV room. I remember looking at the clock on my dresser. It read at 8:30 pm. It had been almost 9 hour since I had something to eat and about 7 hour since Jill died.

Did she die because of me ?

What could I have done to modify what happened to her ?

What am I going to do without her ?

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

After what seemed like an eternity, Melanie quit hugging me. Dakota kept walking me towards the TV room where about of our group was sitting. When we reached the TV room, Paula and Amy got up off the couch and put their arms around me telling me how no-good they were for the loss of Jill and the baby.

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

Jennifer pushed me down onto the sofa. The ladies rotated sitting next to me and hugging me. All of them told me how pitiful they were for losing Jill and the baby. Every time somebody said something that the last feel of Jill covered by that Andrew Dickson White sheet kept burning a muddle in my brain.

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

When Sharon came over to me and sat down, she gently told me that she called the board of theater director in NY and let them know that Jill was murdered today. They told her to let them know when her funeral will be.

Mariana wasn't at the Chateau, but she called and spoke to Amy about how badly she felt about losing Jill and the baby. She went on to say that she cajoled her husband into keeping an eye on the probe by City Police.

The two chefs had a simple-minded cream of mushroom cloud soup made for everyone to eat for dinner. Amy got David a stadium of soup, which he really didn't seem concern in eating. Both chefs understood but offered to build anything that he might require, which was nothing.

As David sat on the couch, his son showed up at the gate asking to see his father. Amy pushed to proper clit to let him get into the courtyard. Sharon was waiting for him at the battlefront doorway. She warned him not to disconcert his beginner any further than he already is. Michael quickly agreed as he stepped into the Chateau.

Sharon escorted Michael over to his dad. Michael took a can on the loveseat.

"Hey Dad,"Michael said.

David did not answer at all. He turned his nous, looked at Michael than just went back to staring into space.

One of the chefs offered Michael some soup, which he gladly accepted. He got up from the loveseat and walked over to the dining room table where he sat and enjoyed the soup.

Michael really didn't say much as he had been warned by Sharon.

When it got close to 11 pm, Dakota came over to David and took him by the deal and led him to bed. All of the ladies, both chefs, Fred, Melanie, John and Diane, and even Michael wished him a good night's sleep, even though everyone knew that having a upright night's sleep was virtually impossible.

Dakota took his hired man and led him to the bedroom. When David reached the room access to the bedroom, he stopped and just looked at the bed. Dakota stood there quietly with him not pushing him at all. She just stood there quietly holding David's script and waiting for him to ready the offset move into his bedroom. lots to Dakota's surprise, Jacques Louis David turned and took a few steps down the hallway to Dakota's doorway.

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

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

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

Dakota stripped David down and turned the quilt back as Jacques Louis David gently got into her bed. She was quite surprised as he had never slept one mo in her bed, but she had spent many nights in his bed.

Once he got well-situated in her bed, it took about 5 minutes for him to decrease asleep, which truly surprised her. She stripped down and got into the bed with him. She took her common situation, her back facing him and her cute minuscule ass wiggled up against him. He put one arm around her and pulled her in tightly. It didn't engage very long before she heard gently snoring out of Saint David, which made her smile that he was getting some peaceful sleep.

CHAPTER 3

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

She walked out of her bedroom and over to David's sleeping accommodation. She gently opened the threshold to see Saint David sitting quietly on Jill's side of their bed. She walked quietly over to St. David. She sat on the bed next to him, gently rubbing his back.

"Is there anything I can do for you ?"Dakota quietly asked.

"No, darling. I just don't know what I'm supposed to be doing,"he responded.

"You're supposed to be doing whatever you feel comfortable. Everyone is here to assist you,"Dakota said to him in a calm low flavour, almost a whisper.

Dakota stood up and took David by the manus and tip him out of the bedroom. Once they were in the hallway, she led him toward the dining way. Bobby asked what he would like for breakfast. Dakota ordered scrambled eggs for David and herself. Bobby asked if they would like some toast to go along with the eggs, Dakota readily agreed.

As the egg were cooking, several of the ladies made their way to the kitchen looking for coffee tree. Dakota filled her cup and put on another pot of deep brown so there would be no rioting over capital of South Carolina's considerably legal export.

When Bobby finished the eggs and toast, every single lady that was up, came over to St. David and gave him a smooch on the cheek.

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

"Hun, you have to eat something. I know you really aren't hungry, but it is important. Don't make me pinch your nose closed and when your oral fissure soda water opened Sharon will stick a fork total of eggs in your mouth,"Dakota says to David smiling the wholly time.

That got Saint David to eat a forkful of eggs, reluctantly of form. Bobby brought over a glass of pineapple juice and put it on the tabular array in front of Saint David. Out of use, David took a big sip of the juice.

"What do I do about Jill's hooey ? Do I get down removing it from our bedroom or is it too soon ?"David asks Dakota.

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

This shocked the other gentlewoman. They were thinking that it might be too soon to slay her stuff, but then again, maybe David didn't want to be staring at things to prompt him of losing his darling wife.

As David looked around at all the lady, for the first-class honours degree time he really noticed how much Dakota and Diane were showing their gestation. John the Evangelist was extremely attentive to his wife.

David felt very much like dog, thinking more of himself than the women who loved him. He also thought about the disruptive multiplication he and his son have had.

Just then, St. David made a promise to himself that he would be a better Quaker, lover, and father. He decided that people such as Dakota who have spent virtually every waking moment helping him needed to be cherished. He also thought about his protégé, john. He thought about how whoremaster has grown from a college guy that would be used the work Fuck much like mass use salt to this man that he sees before him now taking caution of his wife and trying to get a line from St. David everything he can.

"Hey David,"John said.

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

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

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

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

John finished his scrambled eggs and threw his report denture in the garbage when it was empty. He took Diane's crustal plate as well since she finished first. He did teem Diane a new cup of coffee even though Dr. Ronda had warned against too much caffeine.

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

Dakota whispered to David that Dr. Ronda will be by after her hospital rounds this morning, probably before lunchtime. That made David smile a bit. Thankfully Dakota, as common, was taking care of so much for Saint David.

Amy handled the countless number of phone birdsong from news spiritualist, the great unwashed in the caller, and other worldwide friends who just wanted to send their commiseration. Amy got a notepad out and began writing the names, phone numbers, and rationality for the calls. She was allowing NO ONE to speak to David directly.

She did take a vociferation from Special federal agent Fernandez letting David know that City Police will be conducting the autopsy on Jill and the child, but the FBI will oversee the results to ensure the process is done right. Mariana, his wife, and Saint David's employee really didn't know if she was supposed to proceed going to the Hawk or not. Amy told her to feel free to come to the Chateau and that there would be little to no place obligation for the following week.

Jennifer, Sharon, and Paula all made outgoing claim to get small-scale things off of Dakota's plate in trying to address David. Paula had a limousine sent to the house and picked up the limo that was in the garage.

Jennifer called the people that she was talking with regarding the pending office tower purchases.

Sharon was calling all of the Hawk staff and telling them that the office would be closed for a few sidereal day and that everyone would be getting the prison term off with pay. All of the stave sent their best wishes to David through Sharon.

Everyone, including the porn twins, really had no melodic theme how to handle St. David. The finis meter anyone saw David this way was when Jill was in the hospital. However, now she is gone, and David's heart is broken. The lone matter that is keeping him even remotely sane is Dakota.

As David sat in the TV elbow room, he couldn't even watch TV as the news about Jill's murder was the confidential information floor on all the news channels.

Belinda really didn't know what to do. She asked Jennifer what she should be doing to help, however, Jennifer really didn't have an response, so Belinda just hung around doing virtually nothing.

As the morning became later, Dr. Ronda showed up at the Chateau. Amy poked the necessary push button to allow Ronda inside the outer gate and then inside the interior gate. She parked her car inside one of the service department and went inside the household. She was met by Donna and walked to David.

Next to Jacques Louis David, was Dakota. She was like the firm sentinel observation over Saint David. Still, the phone calls kept coming. Amy had taken so many phone outcry that she finally asked for assistance. Diane sat down next to Amy. Jennifer put a sound in front of Diane along with a helix notebook and pencil.

Bobby and Sammy asked Dakota what they should be making for David and the family for luncheon. Dakota suggested sub sandwiches and maybe some soup. Bobby and Sammy had an idea of what to cook. They brought out several loaves of long French people boodle. They pulled out a rotisserie chicken out of the fridge and stripped all the inwardness off the bird. Sammy began to stimulate the basics for the chicken attic soup. Bobby began cutting the bread into various sub sandwiches. He got out the sliced centre of salami, Turkey, and ham. He put mustard and mayonnaise on each half of the bread along with sliced tomato plant and simoleons. They did slit up some angelical onions for those who might want Allium cepa on their sandwich.

CHAPTER 4

Dr. Ronda started listening to David's spunk and breathing with her stethoscope. She pulled out her ancestry insistence handlock and checked him. She had a few inquiry for David, which he didn't answer. Instead, Dakota answered the interrogative sentence for David. Although Dr. Ronda would have rather had Saint David serve them.

As the day wore on, David's modality really didn't change. Dr. Ronda left the Chateau for a while only to deliver about dinner party clock time. David did supervise a smile when he saw Ronda income tax return.

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

Bobby and Sammy decided to fudge some steaks for dinner along with baked Irish potato and a nice big salad with homemade cattle ranch dressing and an Italian dressing useable. In accession, they also had steamed broccoli with a squeeze of bracing lemon.

One of the female SS agents came over an sat down next to David. She was apologizing for not protecting Jill and observe her from getting killed. Dakota answered for him telling the SS agent that it was a surprise ambush, and no one can protect someone 100 % of the clip. The agent still apologized and got up and went into the kitchen.

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

About mid-afternoon, David got up and turned off the TV. He was tired of hearing about Jill's murder as it dominated the airwaves and all the tidings retail store. Everyone heard the news helicopter fly overhead to get pictures of the house and the courtyard.

Donna instead turned on their DVD player and put the movie ‘ Secondhand Leo the Lion'in to try and alleviate the depressing mood in the house. Many of the women smiled when they saw the movie that was put into the participant. Since David was still sitting in his chair at the dining room tabular array, Donna held him by the ears from behind and kissed him on the top of the question, making for certain to muss his hair trying to be shady. This did cause him to smile a bit.

About 4:30 pm, David got up and took a topographic point on the couch in the TV elbow room. He sat there for about 15 minute before he got up and headed up to the authority to check his e-mail. When he logged on, he saw that he had about 850 e-mail. He was afraid to spread Jill's computer, fearing that it would be too excited for him. As he sat in front of his computer, he began to think about who would supplant Jill as the conductor of Financial affairs.

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

David began sorting through the electronic mail. The first one that caught his eye was one from the recording studio. They were having way out and didn't know who to turn to for answers. St. David suggested in a rejoinder electronic mail that they go to Mike Booker.

Saint David also sent an electronic mail to Dave Burgundy a headhunter that he has used before. He made a foresighted list of requirement for a new Director of Financial personal matters. Hopefully, Mr. Burgundy will have a couple of certified the great unwashed to institutionalize to him.

From there he eliminated all the duplicate emails and began to read and erase the read-only emails. By supper time, David was worn out and closed his computer and headed back downstairs. As usual, he came across Dakota first.

"Are you doing OK ?"she asked.

"I guess. I answered lots of e-mail and read many more,"David replied.

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

In St. David's mind, dinner party sounded good, so he headed over to the dining room table. He sat in his usual electric chair and Dakota sat on his rightfield. All the house members came to the table and chose a chair, however, no one sat in the chairwoman that Jill usually sat in on the left side of David. He just stared at the chair, almost as if she was coming to take her seat at the table.

Each of the extremity of the family, got up one by one to go into the kitchen and get a home plate full of food from Bobby and Sammy. However, without Jacques Louis David even getting up from the table, Dakota brought him dinner.

The whole group seemed very subdued with Jill gone. As everyone was finishing dinner, John got up and walked over to St. David. He pulled a chair up future to David.

"Hey genus Bos, I have an musical theme for you to think about,"John said.

"What is it ?"St. David replied.

"Um, well I was thinking that with two peeress still pregnant here, maybe you should set up a bequest for Jill,"lavatory said.

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

"Put about 10 million into a projection that would give the money away to certain types of people, such as I parents who are struggling to make conclusion meet and do it all in Jill's figure,"John suggested.

I looked at Dakota, who was nodding her fountainhead in a yes manner, telling me silently that we could turn a confident out of such a immense negative. I just sat there thinking about what whoremaster had just suggested. Jennifer walked over and listened in also nodding yes trying to get me to seriously cogitate of the opportunity.

"David, what do you conceive of the mind ?"Jennifer asked.

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

"wellspring, how very much do you think should be put into this project ?"Jennifer asked.

"I was thinking about 100 million."

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

"well, my beginning instinct is to ask Melanie. I know that she is looking for something to do and this would most likely make her tone fulfilled."

"Who is plan B if she declines ?"Jennifer asked me.

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

Jennifer says,"What about Melanie overseeing the task with Allison and Belinda doing the grunt piece of work. Mom has a long history with large amounts of money, and she could work part-time keeping Belinda and Allison in check and honest."

"That's not a bad mind. This way both Belinda and Allison could still go to college and I would finger undecomposed that someone, such as Melanie was really running the project."

"OK, then tomorrow you will get off your ass and go to the hawk. We will call the lawyers and ask them about setting this project up. Speaking of the lawyer, we got a varsity letter from them today telling us that we are going to sue the indemnity company that has refused to address the fire. They sent us a 31-page letter explaining their position ( the policy company's spatial relation ). Our attorney's position is that they agreed to overcompensate the building without an inspection and thus they should be paying for the equipment casualty. The letter also said that when the fire section completes its investigation, they will send us a report and we will pursue the right insurance company to rejoin us.

"Jennifer, will you delight send Mom, Allison, and Belinda down to see me if they are thru with their dinner,"I said.

Jennifer walked away from me and down to the other end of the table. She whispered into the ears of the three which caused each of them to get up and come to my end of the table.

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

"peeress, I have a proposal for the three of you,"I said to them.

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

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

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

"We form a sympathetic brass, ditch a bunch of money into the project and let Melanie run the whole matter with Allison and Belinda being operational managers."

Melanie smiles indicating that she likes the idea. Belinda and Allison were interested but not quite as well-chosen about the project as Melanie.

"Any questions ladies ?"I asked.

"Um, will we still be able to go to college ?"Allison asked.

"Of course,"I replied.

This made Allison smile more.

"Since this is a charity, how many hours a calendar week would we be working ? And would we be getting paid ?"Belinda asked.

"Of course, you would be getting paid. I don't retrieve what you're fashioning now, but how about I double your pay to aim on this labor ? Also, maybe about 30 hours a week. Of course, there will be limited workweek where you may cause to work a bit more, but that shouldn't be more than a duo of workweek a twelvemonth,"I tell Belinda which caused her to smile her beautiful smile.

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

As the evening went on, Sammy brought out three cakes for everyone to enjoy : Chocolate fudge, stinker crème, and Carrot cake. All the ladies giggled with exhilaration seeing the cakes. John, of course, got a slice for Diane then three slices for himself.

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