The Chauffeur ( # 61 ) A Shooting

By PABLO DIABLO

copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

It had been several workweek since we have heard of the Russian guy as well as Horowitz and his banding of criminals. However, Dakota kept a log in her journal of any outlet, 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 chemical group was out of business.

As the morning rolled in, so did a thunderstorm. Not a lot of wind instrument, but plentifulness of rainfall, lightning, and skag. I really didn't even want to forget the Chateau but workplace at the war hawk called.

I got into the limo that Fred was driving. Sharon, Dakota, Jill, Donna all came with me. trick chose to drive his truck so he and Diane went to the Hawk in his truck. The weather really was lousy. On the way to the Hawk, we came across lots of accident, almost as if people forgot how to repel in lousy weather.

What usually was about a 20-minute effort became an hour 's drive to get to the Hawk. Fred pulled the limo into the parking service department, so no one got wet going from the limo to the elevator. I told Fred to retrovert about noontide to take us to lunch. I had that Italian post that Fred introduced us to in my straits for luncheon as they always have neat solid food, and everyone seems relaxed and well-chosen to eat there.

We took the elevator up to our floor. Jill dialed up Diane to ensure that she and John were getting through the rotten traffic. She said that the going was retard, but they were only a few blocks away from the parking garage.

Jill and Sharon immediately went to their desks to tackle on-going projects and hopefully end up them up today. Donna went to her desk and began making phone call option as she was again working on the leverage of a new place tower. This one was to be in Kentucky.

I got on the phones and made phone calls to the various post we had following up on affair that I had asked to be corrected earlier.

One thing that I did notification was we came to the business office 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 at the Chateau.

As privy and Diane got off the elevator, I saw Mariana also get off the lift with them, which made me experience better that she was able to safely get to work through the stinking weather.

As I made my way through the sunup phone calls, the storm extraneous seems to intensify. Flashes of lightning and clash of thunder were constant. At one point, the Light Within flickered in the Hawk, but they never went out.

I got up from my computer and walked around the business office telling everyone that if they didn't need to be on their laptop to stay put off them. Most of the spot staff were able to go to making phone calls and stay off their computers. A couple of stave members needed to continue making phone calls.

St. John the Apostle, as usual, was being his goofy self. He stood at one of the large Windows watching the storm. Suddenly, a with child lightning bolt hit the building across the street causing John to start back as the roar was almost immediate.

Fred came up to the office and suggested that we leave for the restaurant at about 11:30 am due to the tempest and H2O 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 dejeuner. In my head, a big bowl of spaghetti and meatballs sounded good on this wet day.

John, of track, came over to my office to aim out that it was 11:30 am and sentence to leave for lunch. It really wasn't a surprise that John was ready to leave to go eat. He collected his wife, Diane, and they headed down the elevator to go over to the parking garage. The respite of us collected at the elevator and rode down together. It was courteous seeing all the dame in their cute raincoat and umbrellas.

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

Fred, of path, was waiting at the limousine with the back room access open for us.

All the ladies got into the limo followed by me. Fred closed the door and headed around to the device driver's seat to fill us to lunch. Fred had to sit and wait at the exit on the first floor as there were three or four railcar ahead of us.

When we finally got to the issue to the street, a great truck came flying by and hit a puddle that splashed the whole front of the limousine. Fred had to put the wiper on highschool speed to clear the window as quickly as possible.

Everyone seemed happy to be heading to the Italian eating house for lunch. When we arrived all the ladies got out and quickly headed inside the restaurant. When the owner saw us arrive, he greeted us warmly and brought out a distich of basketful of toast ail loot, which is always a delight.

All the dame were chatting away as the waitress worked her way around the mesa taking everyone's swallow ordination. Fred looked much like a drowning pup. He just sat in his chair and asked if they had a cloth, he could borrow to dry his hair's-breadth. One of the busboy brought over a with child material. Fred thanked him and began to use the fabric much like a towel.

Today just felt like a pizza day to my dejeuner fellow worker. We ordered three extra-large pizzas. One was plain high mallow, one was all meat, and the third was chicken, mushroom, and honeyed Allium cepa. Everyone was delighted with the pizzas ordered. Since it was a wet rainy day, we decided to pass on the usual bottle of chianti. Instead, everyone had a prissy hot cup of coffee.

I noticed that John and Diane were being all Lovey-Dovie which was decent to see. As the pizzas were delivered, everyone dug into the ***********ion. I had asked the two SS agents to connect us, which they did.

As we were eating, a duad of orotund circle men came into the restaurant and sat at a tabular array. One of the SS broker wouldn't take her heart 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 meal, Fred got up and headed outside to get the car. It did look as if the two-round hombre were keeping an eye on us. We all got up and started toward the eating place door. The noblewoman stopped and put on their waterproof and made sure that they each had their umbrellas.

Fred pulled the limo up to the sidewalk by the battlefront door. Just as we were leaving the eatery, a lightning dash hit nearby, and the scissure of thunder was immediate. There was a second crack just a second after the first quip.

Suddenly, I felt something maven by my left ear. One of the SS agents yelled for everyone to hit the ground. All the ladies dropped to the wet sidewalk as more things whizzed by us. Both SS agents withdrew their weapon system and discharged them down the pavement towards 4 orotund round men who were external waiting for us.

Fred, who was standing in the rainwater, also withdrew his artillery and fired at the tumid men about 50 feet 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 federal agent 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 ground. One of the SS factor dialed up 911 requesting paramedics and police. The proprietor of the eating house came outside with a smattering of towels to help arrest the bleeding. Diane and the early SS agent took the towels and put them on the two enceinte yap in her that origin was pouring out of onto the concrete sidewalk.

While it was only a few second, it felt as if it was an hour or more. The two Male paramedical asked Diane and the SS agent to incite aside so they could process on Jill and her babe. I watched in stupid silence as they shocked her heart to bug out again. Dakota came over to me and stood next to me. She gently grasped my hand while the paramedics worked.

It took every bit of control not to fall to my knees right next to Jill. The paramedics shocked Jill three separate multiplication before she took an inhale breath, but it was very shallow. Once she began breathing, they put an O2 hose under her nose to afford her continual O.

While they were waiting for an ambulance, they were working on the two bullet holes that had an immense total of blood flowing out of her physical structure. I didn't see it happen, but John Lackland moved over next to me and put his hand on my shoulder. At that moment I saw that the sidewalk was covered in blood and that it was dripping off the pavement into the parking lot.

Once again, they grabbed the fondness boat paddle and shocked her. Without saying a word, my eyes teared up and tears began rolling down my face. As I was standing there, Dakota squeezed my hand tighter and put her head 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 paramedic were still frantically working on Jill. The ambulance attendees unloaded a rolling stretcher and brought it over side by side to her trunk. The paramedics stopped working on Jill for a minute to debase her onto the rolling stretcher. Once she was loaded, the ambulance attendant lifted her up and rolled her into the back of the ambulance.

One of the paramedics got into the ambulance with the other ambulance attendee. They both continued to work on Jill frantically. The attender that didn't climb into the indorse shut the backbone door and ran around to get into the driver's bum. 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 limo putting me in the spine. Everyone else got in after me. John and Diane went to his truck which was only a few fundament away. Fred closed the rachis door and headed towards the hospital with all of us.

I don't really do it how long the private road from the eating place was to the hospital. When we arrived, Fred pulled the limo next to the ER entry doorway. All the ma'am got out of the vehicle and went inside. Dakota had to occupy me by the helping hand to get me out of the limousine and inside the ER.

CHAPTER 2

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

When we got there, it was the same test way where I came to her aid when she was in the accident. Just as Dakota and I arrived, I saw the three doctors and two nurses pulling a white sheet over Jill's drumhead. At that very moment, my articulatio genus buckled underneath me, and I fell to the story. Dakota sat on the floor with me just hugging me.

When John and Diane came around the corner, they saw me and Dakota on the flooring. Diane knew instantly something incorrectly had happened. She whispered into can's ear to chance out what happened as she would go tell the others that were in the ER waiting area.

As trick walked around me, he saw the white sheet over Jill's brass. He knew that nothing good has happened. Diane realized what has happened and went running out to the ER wait room. She frantically told everyone that Jill and the sister are dead.

Just as she finished telling the group, several city Policemen entered the ER. Diane overheard them ask where the group for Jill Greene would be. Diane went over to the officers and introduced herself. She took two of the Policemen to the group that was waiting in the ER waiting area. After that, she took the remaining two policeman down the hallway to the exam room where Jill's dead body was still laying with a bed sheet over her face.

I saw Diane leading the ship's officer down the hallway towards me and Dakota. She helped me up off the flooring, however, my knees were still very weak, so she leaned me against the wall to help me rest standing.

"Hello Mr. Greene, I'm Sargent Don Major. We are here to look into the shooting in front of the Italian eating house,"the officer says to me.

I just stand there numb.

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

"Did you see the shooting ?"officeholder Major asked.

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

"Who actually did the shot from your group ?"Sargent Major asked.

"Why would you require to know officer,"Dakota asked.

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

"well, 4 big men were at the end of the sidewalk. When there was a declamatory crack cocaine of thunder then a second cranny which we thought was thunder as well, but it was their first slam at us. The bullet went whizzing by us. Both of our enigma service security cat withdrew their weapons and returned ardor,"she told the officer.

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

"He was standing next 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 exam room. Sargent Major stepped around us to go into the exam elbow room, but he stopped when he saw the body underneath the white sheet.

"Mr. Graham Greene, I am sorry for your departure,"John Singer Sargent major said.

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

Fred must have seen us as the limousine pulled up to the ER doorway and our group all walked out to the vehicle. Fred opened the back door and King John and Dakota pushed me into the car. John and Diane went to his truck while the rest of the gentlewoman all climbed in behind me.

As usual, Fred shut the door and began driving us home.

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

As we made our way into the firm, 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 can. She gently began to strip me down. Once I was naked, she pushed me into the shower down stall. In just a span of instant, she joined me. She turned on the water hot to comfort and slack my brawniness. She asked me to bend my foreland down so she could shampoo my hair. I did everything that she asked of me, but I was still in a huge daze.

When the exhibitor was over, Dakota turned the piss off and stepped out of the shower to grab a pair of plumb dry towels. At first, 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 can to my bedroom. She opened the dresser drawer and pulled out a couplet of basketball shorts. She had me step into them. After they were on my trunk, she opened another drawer to get me a tweed 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 hours since I had something to eat and about 7 time of day since Jill died.

Did she die because of me ?

What could I have done to change 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 word of honor. 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 most of our radical was sitting. When we reached the TV way, Paula and Amy got up off the couch and put their weapons system around me telling me how dismal they were for the loss of Jill and the baby.

"chief, is there anything I can get you ?"John asked me but I was at a exit 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 sorry they were for losing Jill and the baby. Every prison term someone said something that the last look of Jill covered by that white sheet kept burning a hole 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 display board of director in NY and let them recognise that Jill was murdered today. They told her to let them get it on 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 hubby into keeping an eye on the investigating by urban center Police.

The two chefs had a simpleton ointment of mushroom soup made for everyone to eat for dinner. Amy got David a pipe bowl of soup, which he really didn't seem occupy in eating. Both chefs understood but offered to make anything that he might want, which was nothing.

As David sat on the couch, his son showed up at the gate asking to see his Father of the Church. Amy pushed to proper buttons to let him drive into the court. Sharon was waiting for him at the straw man room access. She warned him not to upset his begetter 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 hindquarters on the loveseat.

"Hey Dad,"Michael said.

David did not react at all. He turned his read/write head, 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 hand 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 beneficial Nox's sopor was virtually impossible.

Dakota took his hand and led him to the sleeping room. When David reached the doorway to the sleeping room, 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 deal and waiting for him to urinate the first move into his sleeping accommodation. Much to Dakota's surprise, David turned and took a few steps down the hallway to Dakota's room access.

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

"David, is everything OK ?"Dakota asked.

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

Dakota stripped David down and turned the quilt back as David gently got into her bed. She was quite storm as he had never slept one minute in her bed, but she had spent many night in his bed.

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

CHAPTER 3

When Dakota woke up in the aurora, she didn't feel St. David behind her. She sat up in bed and looked around but didn't see Jacques Louis David anywhere. She got up and went into the can to check for David. She didn't see him in her john. She quickly jumped into the shower and took a straightaway shower, maybe 3 proceedings long. When she was through, she dried off and got dressed.

She walked out of her sleeping accommodation and over to David's bedchamber. She gently opened the room access to see David sitting quietly on Jill's side of their bed. She walked quietly over to David. She sat on the bed future 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 comfy. Everyone is here to help you,"Dakota said to him in a restrained low smell, almost a whisper.

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

As the eggs were cooking, respective of the dame made their way to the kitchen looking for deep brown. Dakota filled her cup and put on another pot of coffee so there would be no rioting over Columbia's best legal export.

When Bobby finished the eggs and toast, every 1 lady that was up, came over to David and gave him a smooch on the cheek.

Dakota sat succeeding to David carefully quietly watching as Jacques Louis David pushed his eggs around on his plate.

"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 mouth pops outdoors Sharon will stick a fork entire of eggs in your sassing,"Dakota says to David smiling the whole time.

That got David to eat a forkful of eggs, reluctantly of course. Bobby brought over a glass of Ananas comosus succus and put it on the tabular array in social movement of Saint David. Out of use, St. David took a big sip of the juice.

"What do I do about Jill's stuff ? Do I set about removing it from our bedroom or is it too soon ?"St. David asks Dakota.

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

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

As David looked around at all the ma'am, for the first time he really noticed how a good deal Dakota and Diane were showing their pregnancies. Saint John the Apostle was extremely attentive to his wife.

David felt a good deal like cad, thinking more than of himself than the adult female who loved him. He also thought about the tumultuous times he and his son have had.

Just then, David made a promise to himself that he would be a well champion, devotee, 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, St. John. He thought about how John has grown from a college guy that would be used the study roll in the hay very much like citizenry use salt to this man that he sees before him now taking care of his wife and trying to learn from David everything he can.

"Hey David,"John said.

"Yes trick, what can I do for you ?"David replied

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

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

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

John finished his clamber eggs and threw his paper home plate in the garbage when it was empty. He took Diane's dental plate as well since she finished first. He did pour 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 lunch period. That made Jacques Louis David smile a bit. Thankfully Dakota, as usual, was taking concern of so much for David.

Amy handled the unnumberable phone number of phone calls from tidings media, people in the society, and former general friend who just wanted to send their condolences. Amy got a notepad out and began writing the names, phone figure, and reason for the phone call. She was allowing NO ONE to talk to David directly.

She did take a call from exceptional Agent Fernandez letting Saint David know that City Police will be conducting the autopsy on Jill and the baby, but the FBI will oversee the answer to ensure the procedure is done right. Mariana, his wife, and David's employee really didn't know if she was supposed to keep open going to the hawk or not. Amy told her to feel free to come to the Chateau and that there would be trivial to no office obligation for the adjacent week.

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

Jennifer called the the great unwashed that she was talking with regarding the pending billet pillar purchases.

Sharon was calling all of the hawk staff and telling them that the office would be closed for a few daytime and that everyone would be getting the time off with pay. All of the staff sent their just wishes to David through Sharon.

Everyone, including the porn twin, really had no thought how to handle David. The last metre anyone saw David this way was when Jill was in the infirmary. However, now she is gone, and David's middle is broken. The solitary affair that is keeping him even remotely sane is Dakota.

As David sat in the TV way, he couldn't even watch TV as the news program about Jill's murder was the lead narration 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 answer, so Belinda just hung around doing virtually nothing.

As the morning became later, Dr. Ronda showed up at the Chateau. Amy poked the necessary clit to allow Ronda inside the outer gate and then inside the internal logic gate. She parked her car inside one of the garages and went inside the house. She was met by Donna and walked to David.

Next to David, was Dakota. She was like the unbendable sentry watching over Jacques Louis David. Still, the telephone calls kept coming. Amy had taken so many phone yell that she finally asked for assistance. Diane sat down next to Amy. Jennifer put a phone in front end of Diane along with a spiral notebook and pencil.

Bobby and Sammy asked Dakota what they should be making for David and the family for tiffin. Dakota suggested sub sandwiches and maybe some soup. Bobby and Sammy had an theme of what to make. They brought out several loaf of bread of long Daniel Chester French bread. They pulled out a rotisserie chicken out of the fridge and stripped all the meat off the bird. Sammy began to make the basic principle for the chicken bonce soup. Bobby began cutting the lolly into respective sub sandwiches. He got out the sliced sum of salami, Republic of Turkey, and ham. He put mustard and mayonnaise on each half of the bread along with slice tomatoes and lettuce. They did slit up some odorous onions for those who might want onion on their sandwich.

CHAPTER 4

Dr. Ronda started listening to David's heart and ventilation with her stethoscope. She pulled out her rake pressure handlock and checked him. She had a few head for David, which he didn't answer. Instead, Dakota answered the questions for St. David. Although Dr. Ronda would have got rather had St. David answer them.

As the day wore on, David's climate really didn't change. Dr. Ronda left the Chateau for a piece only to return about dinner party prison term. David did supervise a smile when he saw Ronda return key.

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

Bobby and Sammy decided to misrepresent some steaks for dinner party along with bake tater and a Nice big salad with homemade ranch grooming and an Italian salad dressing available. In addition, they also had steamed broccoli with a squeeze play of tonic lemon.

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

As dinner party approached, Fred announced that there would be two sessions at the shooting range 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 slaying as it dominated the airwave and all the news retail store. Everyone heard the news program helicopters fly overhead to get depiction of the house and the court.

Donna instead turned on their DVD actor and put the movie ‘ Secondhand social lion'in to try and alleviate the depressing climate in the star sign. Many of the women smiled when they saw the picture show that was put into the player. Since Jacques Louis David was still sitting in his chairwoman at the dining room table, Donna held him by the auricle from behind and kissed him on the top of the psyche, making sure to muss his haircloth trying to be funny. This did make him to smile a bit.

About 4:30 pm, David got up and took a spot on the couch in the TV elbow room. He sat there for about 15 minutes before he got up and headed up to the office to suss out his emails. When he logged on, he saw that he had about 850 emails. He was afraid to spread out Jill's computer, fearing that it would be too aroused for him. As he sat in front of his computer, he began to think about who would replace Jill as the Director of Financial affairs.

He sent out an electronic mail asking the one or two HR people their opinion on finding a new one.

David began sorting through the email. The first one that caught his eye was one from the recording studio apartment. They were having issues and didn't know who to turn to for reply. David suggested in a return e-mail that they go to microphone Booker.

David also sent an electronic mail to Dave Burgundy a headhunter that he has used before. He made a long list of requirements for a new Director of Financial affaire. Hopefully, Mr. Bourgogne will have a couple of measure up hoi polloi to send to him.

From there he eliminated all the duplicate emails and began to understand and blue-pencil the read-only e-mail. By supper time, Jacques Louis 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 emails and show many Sir Thomas More,"Jacques Louis David replied.

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

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

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

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

"Hey Boss, I have an musical theme for you to call back about,"John said.

"What is it ?"David replied.

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

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

"Put about 10 million into a project that would give the money away to certain case of citizenry, such as single parents who are struggling to make closing meet and do it all in Jill's name,"John suggested.

I looked at Dakota, who was nodding her caput in a yes mode, telling me silently that we could turn a positive out of such a Brobdingnagian negative. I just sat there thinking about what privy had just suggested. Jennifer walked over and listened in also nodding yes trying to get me to seriously reckon of the opportunity.

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

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

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

"I was thinking about 100 million."

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

"Well, my first-class honours degree instinct is to ask Melanie. I know that she is looking for something to do and this would most likely make her look fulfilled."

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

"Allison and Belinda. They both want out of the business enterprise and this labor would return them character employment."

Jennifer says,"What about Melanie overseeing the projection with Allison and Belinda doing the grunt work. Mom has a yearn story with orotund amounts of money, and she could work part-time keeping Belinda and Allison in curb and honest."

"That's not a bad idea. This way both Belinda and Allison could still go to college and I would sense good 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. speech production of the lawyers, we got a letter from them today telling us that we are going to sue the insurance company that has refused to plow the firing. They sent us a 31-page alphabetic character explaining their position ( the insurance fellowship's location ). Our attorney's position is that they agreed to get over the building without an review and thus they should be paying for the legal injury. The letter also said that when the fire department completes its investigation, they will send us a theme and we will pursue the proper insurance company to rejoin us.

"Jennifer, will you please mail 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 former chairs over to me where the peeress could sit while I talked to them.

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

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

"I want to run with a projection that John the Evangelist suggested. He thought that we could startle a syllabus for struggling single parents. It would be Jill's legacy,"I replied.

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

"We form a large-hearted organization, dump a clump of money into the project and let Melanie run the unscathed thing with Allison and Belinda being useable managers."

Melanie smiles indicating that she likes the idea. Belinda and Allison were interested but not quite as felicitous about the projection as Melanie.

"Any interrogation ladies ?"I asked.

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

"Of course of action,"I replied.

This made Allison smile more.

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

"Of course of action, you would be getting paid. I don't think what you're making now, but how about I double your pay to take on this projection ? Also, maybe about 30 hours a week. Of course, there will be especial weeks where you may have to exploit a bit more, but that shouldn't be more than than a couple of hebdomad a year,"I tell Belinda which caused her to smile her beautiful smile.

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

As the even went on, Sammy brought out three cake for everyone to enjoy : Chocolate fudge, lemon crème, and Carrot cake. All the ladies giggled with hullabaloo seeing the cakes. John, of course, got a fade for Diane then three fade for himself.

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