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The Chauffeur ( # 58 ) The fervour

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

On Sabbatum I was awoken by my cell earphone buzzing. I grudgingly got out of bed and scuffed over to the toilet table to stop my phone. I saw that the textbook was from Roger President Lyndon Johnson. The textual matter read : Big flame at an office tower in Wisconsin. address ME ASAP ! Roger.

I called Roger as soon as I read his text edition message. The first birdcall went straight to voicemail. The second call option Roger picked up.

"Hey, David, not a unspoilt way to get going a morning. 17 storey of our tower in Wisconsin River are on flame. Since it is a Sat, evacuating the edifice wasn't that difficult. However, there was some reason the sprinklers didn't go on, so the firefighter are attacking this attack head-on. Currently, this is a 6-alarm flame but will virtually likely get raised as the flack is not contained yet."Roger tells me.

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

I thought about taking the jet to the dimension in Wisconsin, but I decided against it since we had another bit of time with particular factor Virginia Wade, plus the SS agents who will accompany us on this mission out in the LA desert once again. Fred, John, and I are supposed to get together up with the DEA just after 1 pm. All in all, we are supposed to experience about 32 the great unwashed on our position of this mission.

After I hung up from the earphone, I noticed that Dakota was in my log Z's bed. I tiptoed around her and saw that she was wearing panties just as Dr. Ronda had requested. I headed into the bathroom to take on attention of my morning responsibility which included a speedy exhibitor. As I had my caput underneath the water, I felt the coldness air from the shower threshold 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 smiling to see her get into the shower cubicle with me.

I jokingly pushed her underneath the showerhead to get her intact body wet before I began to launder 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 couple of tugs which made me smile.

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

After putting the towels into the hamper, we went to my bedroom. She put a clean dry Edward D. White tee shirt on with no panty's underneath. I put on my common, a twosome of shorts plus a T. H. White tee shirt. Once I was dressed, we left the bedchamber to take her rear to her bedroom. I opened the threshold and she immediately went to her closet and took out a cute rig to wear. It was a nice yellow print top and a pair of yellowed short pants. She decided to go barefoot for now, but that may change later.

When she was finished dressing, we went down to the TV way. No one was in the room, so we turned the TV on, and I selected an all-news transmission channel to get the near selective information about our column in Badger State on flack. Sammy came out to the TV way and asked Allison what she would like for breakfast, she asked for scrambled eggs and grits. Sammy also asked me what I would wish. I told him one of his not bad bacon and cheese omelet with some fried murphy on the side. He told that my breakfast would take about 20 minutes and that he would put it on the dining room table when it is ready.

I sat down on the redact watching our tower in Wisconsin burn. My real gratefulness 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 tower in WI burning. We needed to pull out the legal declaration as well as the record for the fire curtailment company on how recent the fire stifling equipment had been checked. I also wanted a list of tenants to be contacted and find out when the fire section is finished for them to let us know what was able-bodied to be salvaged out of their offices.

I switched back and forth on the TV from one word groove to another trying to get better shots of the building burning at the stake. I put a call into the Fire section in Madison Wisconsin asking them about my building that was on fire. I got a very Nice lady who told me that there really was no extra information at this time, and she said that they already had my name and number to be reached once there is something to tell me. I thanked her for her time and hung up.

As I sat on the lounge with Allison, my headphone buzzed once again. It was from Roger again. This time his schoolbook read : husband murders wife in Chicago in one of the Pinetree hotels. Local law enforcement will be sending us copies of all the police force reports.

I just shook my caput thought process that he was very prophetic in his first of all textbook substance telling me that it wasn't a good start to the day.

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

After about an hour of watching the flaming on the news, FOX switched away from the fervour and did a piece on the murder in Michigan in a Pinetree. They clearly pointed out that it was a house servant violence sheath as the husband had been arrested multiple times before.

My phone buzzed once again. This meter it was Special agentive role Wade of the DEA. She said"calling off the desert topic as we don't have decent agents to do by this group. Thanks for the whirl of help ”.

I sort of exhaled knowing that my people won't be put in harm's way. I went over to the SS Agent and show him my phone and the text message. He thanked me for the update. I texted John and Fred that today's fourth dimension with the DEA is off. A few minutes later Fred texted back that he appreciated the update.

As promised, Sammy delivered Allison her eggs and grits along with a fresh cup of coffee. He also delivered me the omelet that I asked for along with some deep-fried potatoes. He had also poured me a glass of juice. He put my plate at the headspring of the tabular array and the one for Allison right next to me where Dakota normally sits.

Since the DEA outcome was off for the day, I dialed up the jet crew and let them eff whenever they get ready, I would like to fly to President Madison Badger State. After hanging up from them I went and woke Dakota and Jill. Since neither one had any coffee, yet they were both very grumpy. I already had Allison pouring them coffee.

I flicked on the TV in my bedroom. Both Dakota and Jill let out pocket-sized gasp at seeing our tower burning. I suggested to both to throng an nightlong bag, just in case we end up staying over.

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

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

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

Diane and John Lackland were the first to make it at the dining way table. John the Divine asked for his common kitchen swallow hole omelet. Diane wanted scrambled eggs and a cup of chocolate. I reached into the fridge and gave her a nursing bottle of water as well.

About the clock time Bobby was finishing toilet's omelet, Dakota and Jill came out to the dining elbow room leaving their overnight handbag at the front door. lav ate at his normal speed shoveling the food into his lip as quickly as he possibly could.

Since Dakota and Jill were both going with me, both distaff agents and one male person agent accompanied us. They each had an nightlong bag set and they set them by the front threshold. A few moment later Jennifer joined us. I looked around the room and consider Saint John, Diane, Jennifer, Dakota, Jill, myself and three SS broker. 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 automobile. Tina offered to labor Diane, John, and Jennifer. Fred took Jill and her SS Agent in the town car. That left Dakota and her agent to depend upon along with me and my factor. 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 return so we would be better prepared with a full-size limo or two to head back to the Chateau. Everyone grabbed their all-night bag and climbed the stairs to get in the jet. Once we were all into the jet, they closed the room access and locked it in space. The jet slowly moved from its parking spot towards the rails. We waited in line to get on the rail. There were three jets in front of us, although once the three jets took off, we lined up for takeoff 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 up angle putting us in the air and on our way to capital of Wisconsin, Wisconsin.

Dakota got up and came over to sit by me. She turned around and flipped her tee-shirt up from the rachis to show me that she was indeed wearing step-in, which made me smile. Dakota sat with her legs on top of my lap. She leaned her oral sex 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. bathroom and Diane sat on the love butt with Diane leaning her head teacher onto Saint John's dresser. Jennifer put her limb around me and put her head on my left shoulder joint. We ran into some upheaval as we passed over Mormon State and Colorado River, however, once we passed those two states the flight smoothed right out. The flying to Wisconsin was right at the three-hour terminus ad quem. Dakota pulled her branch and animal foot off me when the plane began its decline to land.

Unfortunately, we had to circle the airport a distich of sentence before the tower gave us permission to down the jet. Finally, we got the woodworking plane on the ground. We taxied the jet to the private planing machine field. I saw the two limos that Dakota had ordered up for us to ride in while in Wisconsin.

Our pilot was able to park the jet amongst other private planer. We got the doorway heart-to-heart and went down to the limos. Jill, Dakota and I along with three SS agents got into one limousine with Jennifer, John, and Diane getting into the other limousine. Both of our drivers knew where we were headed. They shut the back doors and headed the limos down the route towards the burning column. I could see them a duet of miles before we got to the towers. As we arrived, there were several TV news show gang filming the fervour and taking interviews with mass who had cipher to do with the tower, they just happened to be standing ending, so they were interviewing them.

CHAPTER 2

When we pulled up to the roped-off area by the tower incoming, I put my respectable face on to talk to the TV reporter about the tower. Lots of enquiry 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 the great unwashed left in the column. He told me that they got everyone out and that only property damage, no man injuries, which made me feel good.

I did finagle to inquire about when the fire investigation would begin. The voice from the Fire department told me that no investigation would get down until after the entire fire was completely out.

I got a phone vociferation from Special agent Wade. She told me that she got into a bit of trouble for allowing my grouping to assist her DEA broker in taking down the Mexican Drug cartel. I apologized to her for getting her into a bit of trouble, but she told me to not occupy about it.

We pulled the two limos just a few metrical foot away from the TV newsworthiness vans. I got out with Jennifer and Dakota by my side. We answered as many of the questions as we could, but we did accentuate that we were thankful that there was no one inside the office towner and that we will be well-chosen with getting the results of the flak investigation.

One of the cameramen told us that it will be near to 12 hours before the fire is out then they will get the investigating. I thanked him for the information and asked where a dependable dining compartment is that's not too far away. He recommended a mom and pop buffet car that was about 8 pulley block removed from the fire. When we arrived at the diner, both device driver parked the limos at the far corner of the parking lot. We all got out and went inside.

The space was virtually empty, but one of our drivers told us all that the food was thoroughly, so we took his suggestion and decided to appease. With there being a total of 9 of us, we pushed two tables together and sat down. A nice erstwhile waitress came over to our board and started taking drink orders. She discussed the special of the day, which was eggplant parmesan with a small side salad and a large fade of garlic bread.

Jill wanted the limited, Dakota ordered a grill cheese sandwich with a bowl of tomato plant soup. Jennifer ordered tuna salad on pledge sourdough bread. lav and Diane both ordered the special as well. I went in a totally different direction ; I ordered a BLT on white toast with mayo and two fade of Lycopersicon esculentum. I ordered a blow and everyone else ordered a soda as well. I didn't hear what the SS agents ordered since they ended up sitting at a table succeeding to us.

So, it ended up being 6 of my playgroup and 3 agent. I quietly told the waitress that I was picking up the throwaway for the trade protection squad that was sitting at a unlike table. Since the restaurant wasn't all that busy, the meal came quickly. One affair that I noticed was that anyone who ordered a sandwich, such as me only got the sandwich. When I pressed the waitress, she told me that you must order French child or a side salad otherwise you only get the sandwich. The waitress trying to appease all of us brought a big plate of French fries. Dakota, as usual, put some of the tyke on to a pocket-sized scale 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 factor finished quite quickly their meals, while my table was still working on their meals. I guess the french-fried potatoes arriving late helped slow down us down.

The waitress noticed that all the SS agents where carrying firearms. She asked how ejaculate they had torpedo. I explained that they are tribute agents for me and Jill and Dakota. The waitress shrugged and walked away, clearly ; she didn't understand what I had told her.

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

When three very tacky teenagers came into the eating place, I saw that the SS agents got a bit nervous. The teens sat down a few tabular array away from us. One of the agents moved her chair over next to Dakota and Jill. The stripling noticed her do that and made a tatty scuttlebutt about how laughable they thought my aegis detail was. They decided to kick up the federal agent by taunting them verbally. The agents didn't say a word but when one of the teens got up and walked over to get in their face, the male agent stood up and asked the teen to go back to his board. Instead, he decided that he would do what he wanted to do and there was zip that the federal agent could do about it.

Just as the adolescent decided to hold a lilt at the agent, the teen had his face bounced off the table and was handcuffed in irregular. That only escalated the situation. The waitress demanded that the agent release the teen. The teenager only threatened the agent more. Now all three agentive role were involved, and they asked the teens to go back to their table and just leave us alone. The teens decided that they were proper and took a swing at the agents. All three agent took the teens down like calf at a rodeo. All three were lying aspect down on their tabular array with the waitress yelling at the agents that she's about to prognosticate the police and that they would incur real hassle as the Sherriff doesn't like unknown who cause trouble. At this point, Dakota stood up and told the waitress that we can get bad service and rumbustious teenagers at any buffet car in the world and that she should stay out of our business.

I asked for the banker's bill, which the waitress had to add once again. I got up and went to the immediate payment registry to pay the eyeshade, but she was too busybodied running her mouth with the cook. I looked at the sum on the account and threw down enough to pay the bill but only left her a 5 % tip since she decided to interject her nose into our business. Dakota took a shot of the money next to the bill, so she couldn't call the Sherriff and tell him that we did the old Dine and sprint bit. I asked the SS agents to loose the teens, which they did, but they were ready to re-cuff them if they decided once again to put their nozzle into our business.

The nine of us walked out of the restaurant with the waitress telling us not to hurry back. Dakota was quick to recite 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 limo and headed back to the towers to see if the flack was under command yet. When we got there, we saw that the tugboat was still on fire, but it appeared to be much more under control condition at this level. nigh of the new avant-garde left with only the one from FOX news show remaining.

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

Dakota, Jill, Jennifer, and I started making renter telephone set birdsong. Everyone was informed about the fire and that the pillar may not be outdoors for various days. I asked the hoi polloi from Kraft why the sprinklers didn't kick on ; they had no solvent for that question.

I dialed up our legal section to let them get out all the paperwork on the learning of that part tower. They told me that it would involve a dyad of mean solar day, but they will send me copy for me to await over. Our top effectual attorney for holding acquisition told me he would institutionalise 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 telephone set calls, the reporter for FOX news came over to one of the agents and asked who to mouth to about this fervency. They politely pointed at me. The reporter, named Ashley Johnson, was gorgeous and cultivated. When I finished my speech sound call, I turned off my phone and put it in my scoop. She asked me respective dubiousness while I was being videotaped. She thanked me for the mortal consultation and left with her cameraman. I asked one of the fire department maitre d'hotel when they thought it would be completely out. He told me that it will be at least belatedly tomorrow and possibly into the comply day before they will have the firing completely out and able to set about their probe of the flack. I thanked him for his prison term and gathered my people to channelise back to the jet.

It took several minutes to get to the jet but once we were there, we all walked the steps and got into the jet, well-chosen to be leaving this urban center. The co-pilot closed the crosshatch and took us to the track. The jet once again accelerated down the rails and into the air to channelize back dwelling house. I knew that the flight would take another three hours, but I was cook to take a little nap. I stretched out and found Dakota kink up into me as the flight went towards home.

Once again, we experienced some small amount of turbulence over Colorado and Beehive State, but once we hit California, we were in the clear and it was unruffled navigation from that point on to LA.

CHAPTER 3

As the jet went from a level trajectory to a descent preparing to shore, Dakota rolled off me and I opened my optic. I asked the SS federal agent if they think anything will come of the teenagers, they didn't believe anything would, but they said that they would check in with topical anaesthetic law enforcement just to gain sure.

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

The pilot and copilot taxied the jet around to the side of meat of the aerodrome that other private spirt were parked, and our jet was parked right following to them. Once the jet came to a stop, the co-pilot extended the steps down and we all began to get off the plane.

Jill, Dakota, and I along with our three SS agents got into the with child of the limos and Saint John the Apostle, Diane, and Jennifer got into the s limo. Fred started our limo and the female person driver, whom I didn't know started the other limo and we all headed to the chateau. The effort didn't ingest long at all since it was still Saturday.

"Hey, Fred, who's the lady that is driving the other limo ?"I asked.

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

"wellspring, that's smashing to take heed,"I say to Fred.

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

"Oh, we 're doing just fine, thank you for asking. She's really made a friend with Tina's Mother Deloris which I think is adept for her. I mean, she loves all the youth in our house, but it is nice for her to have got someone closer to her own age to share life experiences with,"Fred tells me.

"I agree completely,"I tell Fred.

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

"Well, it looks as if the tower will be burning for at least another 24-36 hours. After they finally get the tower put out, only then will start the investigating,"I tell Fred.

"St. David, you know about the domesticated furiousness case in Newmarket, don't you ?"Fred asks me.

"Yes, I know. Not really the great get-go to the day. Our tower in WI on fire and a domestic force murder in Chicago at a Pinetree, sort 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 wonder 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 nark me.

"What memory are you at ?"I ask.

"Macy's. I thought I would look at their sales agreement 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 piece up Allison. I have Dakota calling Dr. Ronda to let her have intercourse that we will be bringing Allison to see her shortly. Dr. Ronda tells Dakota to just get Allison and strike her back to the Chateau and she will meet us there.

Dakota tells Fred what Dr. Ronda said to do and he acknowledged it. It was only a few minutes before we were pulling up to the Macy's. Allison was standing outside the room access leaning against the edifice. Fred pulled up and one of the security agentive role got out and gathered her up and put her in the limo. Allison crawled over to me and put her head in my lap, which sort of worried me.

"dearie how very much weewee have you had today ?"I ask her.

"Um, some. I don't really have a go at it,"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 several jaundiced spark before he finally gets us back to the Chateau. He pokes the necessary release to open the outer gate then open the interior gate. I see Dr. Ronda's car already in the courtyard.

Fred pulls the limo up to the strawman threshold. We all get out. I carry Allison inside the planetary house and lay her Down on the couch. Dr. Ronda comes over to her and begins taking life-sustaining mark, checking blood pressure, listening to her heart and her breathing. She puts on the blood imperativeness cuff.

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

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

Fred gets the limo racing towards city Hospital with Dr. Ronda right behind the limo. Dr. Ronda pushes several lily-livered lights and even and red light. Getting to metropolis Hospital took about half the time it normally does. Fred just pulled the limo right in strawman of the ER incoming. Dr. Ronda parked her car in the physician parking lot and hurried into the ER.

Dr. Ronda took control and guided us to an exam room. Once we were in there, she put an IV into Allison's arm and attached a bag of the saline solution so that she would begin to rehydrate.

A nurse came into the exam room to assist Dr. Ronda. They asked Allison if she was allergic to anything. Allison told her that she was supersensitive to morphine and a couple of early drugs. Dr. Ronda ordered a unlike bother medication to aid Allison. She also ordered a blood hooking as she suspects that Allison has some sort of infection but needs the lab piece of work to confirm that.

Allison is yawning, and I just stand there caressing her hair which sort of makes her smile. The two federal agent that came along to defend Dakota and I are standing like guard pawl right outside the examination room doorway.

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

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

As expected, Dr. Ronda has the nanny arranging a elbow room for Allison. When the transferral guy comes to take her, Dakota and I follow close behind along with our two SS agent. We walk through the maze of the hallway until they get to room 1708 where they put Allison in the room. It is a unity 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 way very long before Dr. Ronda comes in and checks on her. Dakota is on one position of the bed and I'm on the other, but when Dr. Ronda comes into the room, Dakota changes position of Allison to tolerate next to me allowing Dr. Ronda blank space to do her test of Allison.

Dakota text Tina the elbow room number that Allison is in so people from the Chateau could some visit with her. Dr. Ronda estimates that Allison will be in City Hospital about a hebdomad. I am worried about Allison, but with Dr. Ronda in charge of Allison, my awe are minimal.

The two SS broker once again are standing outside the hospital room much like hold dogs, both Dakota and I find that a bit humorous. Allison is effectual asleep and I'm caressing her tomentum. I'm worrying about Allison, but only to a sealed amount of trouble. My main worry 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 formula that we will be having on Monday of adjacent hebdomad. I need some Plan B people just in case some end up getting fired or step down on me.

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

posing in Allison's way, the TV still showed the ardor from WI. You could see that the flack was now under control, but not out just yet. I shook my head watching the news clip about the tower.

When 8 pm came around, the announcement that visiting hours were now over, and it was clip to make your way out of City infirmary. Visiting hours would begin at 9 am tomorrow morning. Dakota and I got up and went to the charge nurses'desk to take a crap sure they had both my cell telephone set and Dakota's cellphone phone number. I also saw Dr. Ronda coming out of another patient's room. I went over to her and gave her a passionate kiss which caused her to respond in kind.

Dakota and I along with our two SS factor left City Hospital and walked outside the battlefront master entrance to find Fred waiting for us. We got into the spinal column and Fred closed the door. When he got the limo moving, he asked how Allison was doing. We told her that they believe that she has an infection and will be in the hospital for about a week.

In the back of the limousine, I stretched my legs out. Dakota switched seats 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 dad, I'm doing just fine,"She says to me.

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

It doesn't remove too long for Fred to get us back to the Chateau. He drops us at the front door and parked the limo in the garage. I let the SS agents know that I will most likely make another trip to urban center Hospital to visit Allison tomorrow aurora. They thank me for giving them a head's up about the visit.

Dakota and I head inside, and we smell something delicious. It occurs to us that neither Dakota nor myself have had anything to eat since about lunchtime. We both head into the kitchen where we find a crockpot filled with beef fret. Both Dakota and I filled a brace of plates and carried them over to the dining room tabular array to sit down and eat.

Tina comes over and Tell us that Jill went to bed early as she was just tired out. Tina gives me a candy kiss, very erotic and passionate. Fred base on balls through the strawman room to head 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 sunrise, Jill told me that she thought she would outride in bed for a while. I asked if she thought she should go see Dr. Ronda, but she fussed at me. When I finished my dawn duties in the bathroom, I texted Dr. Ronda that now Jill wasn't feeling goodness. She texted right back that she will fare to visit Jill before she heads to city Hospital to see Allison.

I turn on the TV and see that the fire in our tower still is the jumper cable story on the break of day word. However, it appears as if the attack is almost out. I call the fervency section in Wisconsin and ask how far along in putting the fervency out they might be. The noblewoman at the attack section tells me that it is about 90 % out and they are checking for any hot spots since there is so much theme, plus they are checking the floors both above and below where the fire took place. I thanked her for her time and hung up.

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

I texted Dr. Ronda that Diane was not feeling well either. She texted me that she would look at her as well. I pulled Dakota over to me and whispered in her ear to have Tina keep an eye on Diane throughout the day. She kissed me and told me she would do just that.

After I eat my omelet, we load up into the limo. John, Dakota, and I along with two SS factor get into the limo. As usual, Fred is our device driver and weaves his way through the traffic to get to metropolis Hospital as quickly as he can. I think about how well Fred takes care of us.

When we arrive at the infirmary, Fred drops the three of us off at the main entranceway. The two SS agents that came with us also get out at the figurehead door to the hospital. 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 grits and some scrambled powdered eggs. She has a glass of OJ as well as a bad cup of coffee bean. She puts cream pitcher and moolah in the coffee to try and avail the taste, but they really don't help at all.

I hug Allison to unbend her. She tells me that she really doesn't feel all that unlike than when we brought her to the hospital. I take a flavor at the chart the nurse and doctors have written their notes into. They all seem to indicate that Allison is suffering from an contagion although they don't citation where the infection is located in the body. I see her vitals that they keep talking and they show that Allison's descent insistency is a bit high and that her Elwyn Brooks White blood count is extremely mellow. Dr. Ronda ordered some antibiotics along with another bag of fluids to keep her hydrated.

It makes me consider 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 complete scrubbing from top to bottom to eliminate any germs in our house ?

After we visit with Allison for a while, we all head back to the limousine for Fred to take us back dwelling house. Dakota reminds me that I have the HR meeting tomorrow morning at 9 am at the conventionality center. I ask her to chemical group every HR person by where they are in the country and to print out electric potential public figure as replacements in case some quit or get let go tomorrow.

After visiting with Allison, we get back into the limo and Fred drives us back dwelling house to the Chateau. Because I was intending to wake up about 7 am I headed to bed at about 9 pm. Jill still wasn't feeling all that well. Dr. Ronda stopped by the house about dinner time and ate with all of us. She took vitals of Diane, Jill, Tina, and Dakota. Jill and Diane were still feeling under the weather. Tina and Dakota were feeling just fine.

Dr. Ronda prescribed some antibiotic for the peeress, strong enough to snipe the computer virus, but gentle enough to not pain the infant. She had them sent to Walgreen's. Tina went to pick them up after two hours.

On Monday break of day, I woke up with two things on my brain. One, how are the ladies doing ? Two, how many HR people will we recede today ?

I get up and do my forenoon obligation in the bathroom, including taking a nice hot shower bath. No one joined me in the exhibitor stall, which was a prissy relief for me.

I put on a nice dress shirt, black-market slack, and a tie. I brought my suit coating along, but I wasn't sure if I felt like wearing it or not. I met Dakota and Tina at the front door along with one female and one male agent to protect us. Fred took us to the conventionalism center where he dropped us off at the master entrance.

I head inside and pick out a derriere on the point. Dakota also took a seat side by side to Tina with the two SS federal agent standing off to one side but keeping close proximity to Tina, Dakota, and myself.

As 9 am rolled around, the monolithic phone number of HR multitude entered the independent doorway of the conventionalism heart and soul room. The people at the forepart desks were directing the HR people to sit together by district, which they did. They seemed excited that they were sitting together.

I purposely began the meeting a bit lately so everyone had the opportunity to rule their seat and not miss anything that I wanted to say. The first affair that I talked about was how many new employees were not processed properly into our system. I pointed out that it costs us hundreds of dollars special 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 induce paying them with a paycheck and overnight mail service it to them. Instead of them getting target deposit.

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

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

I asked for a committedness from each district to do a better job in terminating part employees and processing the paperwork for new employees to put them on the payroll.

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

As we approached dejeuner, I saw the delivery number one wood from Jimmy John the Divine's bringing in box of sandwiches and potato chip along with coolers of sal soda and water.

Dakota went to the intellectual nourishment and got 5 sandwiches and 5 drunkenness. She handed the two SS agents their sandwiches first and their drinks then sat down with Tina and I to have lunch. Oddly enough, we had a few people who wanted to sit with us to pick our brainpower on what we were going to do about the HR people who quit and just walked out. I explained that we have people waiting in the wings to be promoted, plus I wanted to foreshorten the boilers suit number of HR citizenry in our society. They seemed to agree with me on my plan.

After the tiffin was over, I called out respective people and promoted them to become HR personnel office. I still name these mass my programme B the great unwashed. They all are excited that they have been recognized as promotable people in our company. When I announced people's figure, I got lots 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 smiling. I gathered up my two ladies and the two SS broker and headed out to the limo. Where Fred was waiting patiently to involve us home.

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

We got out of the limo and went inside the hospital to see Allison. We arrived just as the foodservice citizenry were dropping of her dinner tray. She didn't seem all that enthused about dinner party. She told me she is missing Sammy and Bobby. I kissed her and we headed home.

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