The Chauffeur ( # 61 ) A Shooting

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

It had been respective 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 journal of any government issue, 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 morn rolled in, so did a electrical storm. Not a lot of farting, but slew of rainwater, lightning, and roaring. I really didn't even want to leave behind 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 repel his motortruck so he and Diane went to the Hawk in his hand truck. The weather really was filthy. On the way to the hawk, we came across Lot of accidents, almost as if masses forgot how to tug in crappy weather.

What usually was about a 20-minute movement 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 retrovert about midday to subscribe us to lunch. I had that Italian place that Fred introduced us to in my head for lunch as they always have great food, and everyone seems relaxed and happy 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 crappy dealings. She said that the going was slow, but they were only a few blocks away from the parking garage.

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

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

One matter that I did observation was we came to the office with only two SS broker. When I opened my figurer, I saw an email from one of the factor telling me that some of them were going to spend well-nigh of the day reassessing the security at the Chateau.

As John and Diane got off the elevator, I saw Mariana also get off the elevator with them, which made me feel better that she was able to safely get to influence through the crappy weather.

As I made my way through the aurora sound calls, the storm outside seems to compound. flare of lightning and smash of thunder were constant. At one point, the luminosity flickered in the hawk, but they never went out.

I got up from my computer and walked around the berth telling everyone that if they didn't need to be on their laptop to stay off them. Most of the office staff were able to go to making telephone set calls and remain off their computers. A couple of staff member needed to continue making telephone set calls.

toilet, as common, was being his goofy ego. He stood at one of the enceinte windows watching the storm. Suddenly, a boastfully lightning bolt hit the building across the street causing John to jump back as the thunder was almost immediate.

Fred came up to the place 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 stadium of spaghetti and meatballs sounded dear on this wet day.

bathroom, of form, came over to my role to point out that it was 11:30 am and prison term to leave for lunch. It really wasn't a surprise that St. John was ready to leave to go eat. He collected his wife, Diane, and they headed down the lift to go over to the parking garage. The rest of us collected at the elevator and rode down together. It was nice seeing all the ma'am in their cute waterproof and umbrellas.

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

Fred, of course of instruction, was waiting at the limousine with the back door exposed for us.

All the ladies got into the limo followed by me. Fred closed the door and headed around to the number one wood's seat to acquire us to lunch. Fred had to sit and wait at the exit on the offset floor as there were three or four cars ahead of us.

When we finally got to the passing to the street, a large motortruck came flying by and hit a puddle that splashed the whole front of the limo. Fred had to put the wipers on high gear speed to clear the window as quickly as possible.

Everyone seemed happy to be heading to the Italian restaurant 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 mates of hoop of pledge garlic bread, which is always a delight.

All the ladies were chatting away as the waitress worked her way around the table taking everyone's drink orders. Fred looked much like a drowning puppy. He just sat in his death chair and asked if they had a cloth, he could borrow to dry his hair. One of the busboy 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 colleagues. We ordered three extra-large pizza. One was plain cheeseflower, one was all meat, and the third was chicken, mushroom, and sweet onions. Everyone was delighted with the pizzas ordered. Since it was a wet showery day, we decided to pass on on the usual bottle of chianti. Instead, everyone had a Nice hot cup of coffee bean.

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

As we were eating, a span of turgid beat men came into the restaurant and sat at a table. One of the SS broker wouldn't take her eyes off them. I wasn't sure, but they sounded as if they were speaking easterly 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 seem as if the two-round guys were keeping an eye on us. We all got up and started toward the restaurant doorway. The Lady stopped and put on their waterproof and made sure that they each had their umbrellas.

Fred pulled the limousine up to the sidewalk by the front threshold. Just as we were leaving the eating place, a lightning bolt of lightning hit nearby, and the cranny of nose drops was immediate. There was a mo cracking just a moment after the first gap.

Suddenly, I felt something star by my left ear. One of the SS agents yelled for everyone to hit the ground. All the ma'am dropped to the wet sidewalk as more things whizzed by us. Both SS factor withdrew their weapon and discharged them down the pavement towards 4 large round men who were extraneous waiting for us.

Fred, who was standing in the pelting, also withdrew his arm and fired at the orotund men about 50 understructure away from us on the sidewalk. whoremonger 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 ground. One of the SS agents dialed up 911 requesting paramedical and police. The owner of the restaurant came outside with a handful of towels to help oneself stop the bleeding. Diane and the other SS agent took the towels and put them on the two magnanimous holes in her that blood was pouring out of onto the concrete sidewalk.

While it was only a few bit, it felt as if it was an hour or more than. The two male paramedic asked Diane and the SS agent to move aside so they could work on Jill and her sister. I watched in astonied quiet as they shocked her heart to start again. Dakota came over to me and stood next to me. She gently grasped my hand while the paramedical worked.

It took every bit of control condition not to precipitate to my stifle right next to Jill. The paramedics shocked Jill three separate multiplication before she took an breathe in hint, but it was very shoal. Once she began breathing, they put an O2 hosiery under her nozzle to sacrifice her continual O.

While they were waiting for an ambulance, they were working on the two bullet golf hole that had an immense amount of pedigree flowing out of her body. I didn't see it happen, but John moved over side by side to me and put his manus on my shoulder. At that import 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 heart paddles and shocked her. Without saying a word, my eyes teared up and tears began rolling down my aspect. As I was standing there, Dakota squeezed my handwriting 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 paramedics were still frantically working on Jill. The ambulance attendees unloaded a rolling stretcher and brought it over next to her body. The paramedic stopped working on Jill for a moment to load her onto the rolling stretcher. Once she was loaded, the ambulance attendees lifted her up and rolled her into the back of the ambulance.

One of the paramedic got into the ambulance with the early ambulance attender. They both continued to puzzle out on Jill frantically. The attendant that didn't upgrade into the back shut the rear doors and ran around to get into the device driver's seat. They pulled out as the 2d paramedic 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 vertebral column. Everyone else got in after me. John and Diane went to his truck which was only a few base away. Fred closed the backrest door and headed towards the hospital with all of us.

I don't really know how long the driveway from the restaurant was to the hospital. When we arrived, Fred pulled the limo next to the ER ingress room access. All the ladies got out of the vehicle and went inside. Dakota had to take me by the hand 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 answer. Dakota never let go of my hand and walked me towards the exam way that the guard told her.

When we got there, it was the Sami exam elbow room where I came to her aid when she was in the fortuity. Just as Dakota and I arrived, I saw the three Doctor and two nurse pulling a white plane over Jill's headspring. At that very moment, my genu buckled underneath me, and I fell to the floor. Dakota sat on the floor with me just hugging me.

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

As John the Divine walked around me, he saw the Patrick White rag over Jill's face. He knew that nix goodness has happened. Diane realized what has happened and went running out to the ER waiting room. She frantically told everyone that Jill and the baby are dead.

Just as she finished telling the group, several metropolis Policemen entered the ER. Diane overheard them ask where the group for Jill Graham Greene would be. Diane went over to the policeman and introduced herself. She took two of the Policemen to the group that was waiting in the ER waiting arena. After that, she took the remaining two policemen down the hall to the examination elbow room where Jill's body was still laying with a shroud over her face.

I saw Diane leading the officer down the hallway towards me and Dakota. She helped me up off the storey, however, my knee joint were still very weak, so she leaned me against the wall to help me stay standing.

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

I just stand there numb.

"hello officer, I'm Dakota Mr. 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 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 group ?"Sargent Major asked.

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

"We need to have a go at it who crack and where the shots went,"he says.

"fountainhead, 4 large men were at the end of the pavement. When there was a large crack of nose drops then a second crack which we thought was big H as well, but it was their first off stab at us. The bullet went whizzing by us. Both of our secret armed service security Guy withdrew their weapons and returned attack,"she told the officer.

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

"He was standing next to his wife Jill, ”.

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

Dakota just raises her left arm and pointed towards the examination room. Sargent John Major stepped around us to go into the exam room, but he stopped when he saw the organic structure underneath the white sheet.

"Mr. Greene, I am no-good for your loss,"Sargent 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 belted ammunition and began to walk me somewhere. Dakota took my hand and walked with privy and me. They both walked me towards the grouping waiting for me in the ER waiting room. I remember hearing a couple of the ladies crying at the exit of Jill. I just couldn't bring myself to let any emotion show.

Fred must take seen us as the limo pulled up to the ER room access and our group all walked out to the fomite. Fred opened the back door and toilet and Dakota pushed me into the car. Gospel According to John and Diane went to his truck while the balance of the ladies 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 limousine into one of the service department. We all got out and headed into the firm. 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 dismal they were that we lost Jill and the baby. I felt numb from pass to toe. Dakota gently guided me into my chamber, which now looked so vacant without Jill.

Dakota took me to the bathroom. She gently began to denudate me down. Once I was naked, she pushed me into the shower down stall. In just a yoke of moments, she joined me. She turned on the water supply hot to soothe and slack up my muscles. She asked me to bow my oral sex 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 shower was over, Dakota turned the water off and stepped out of the cascade to snaffle a couple of clean dry towels. At first base, 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 bathroom to my bedroom. She opened the dresser drawer and pulled out a duet of basketball shortstop. She had me step into them. After they were on my body, 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 elbow 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 hours since Jill died.

Did she die because of me ?

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

What am I going to do without her ?

As these questions were swirling around in my nous, 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 timelessness, Melanie quit hugging me. Dakota kept walking me towards the TV elbow room where most of our grouping 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 deplorable they were for the deprivation of Jill and the baby.

"Boss, is there anything I can get you ?"trick asked me but I was at a personnel casualty for answering him.

Jennifer pushed me down onto the couch. The Lady rotated sitting next to me and hugging me. All of them told me how good-for-naught they were for losing Jill and the baby. Every sentence someone said something that the finally look of Jill covered by that White person sail kept burning a fix in my brain.

I was torn between being miserable and raging. My brainiac was stuck between both emotions.

When Sharon came over to me and sat down, she gently told me that she called the board of theatre director in NY and let them know that Jill was murdered today. They told her to let them eff 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 investigating by urban center Police.

The two chefs had a simple pick of mushroom cloud soup made for everyone to eat for dinner. Amy got David a bowlful of soup, which he really didn't seem interested in eating. Both chefs understood but offered to get anything that he might desire, which was nothing.

As David sat on the couch, his son showed up at the gate asking to see his don. Amy pushed to proper push to let him repulse into the courtyard. Sharon was waiting for him at the battlefront threshold. She warned him not to swage his Father 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 seat on the loveseat.

"Hey Dad,"Michael said.

David did not answer at all. He turned his head word, 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 love seat 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 St. David and took him by the hand and led him to bed. All of the dame, both chefs, Fred, Melanie, Saint John the Apostle and Diane, and even Michael wished him a good Night's sopor, even though everyone knew that having a unspoilt night's quietus was virtually impossible.

Dakota took his manus and led him to the bedroom. When Saint David reached the doorway 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 St. David's hired man and waiting for him to make the foremost motion into his bedroom. Much to Dakota's surprise, David turned and took a few tone down the hall to Dakota's door.

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

"David, is everything OK ?"Dakota asked.

"It's fine. I just can't quietus 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 minute in her bed, but she had spent many nighttime in his bed.

Once he got well-situated in her bed, it took about 5 minutes for him to fall asleep, which truly surprised her. She stripped down and got into the bed with him. She took her usual spot, her back facing him and her cute little ass wiggled up against him. He put one arm around her and pulled her in tightly. It didn't lease 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 morning, she didn't flavour Jacques Louis David behind her. She sat up in bed and looked around but didn't see David anywhere. She got up and went into the bath to tally for David. She didn't see him in her bath. She quickly jumped into the rain shower and took a quick shower, maybe 3 instant long. When she was through, she dried off and got dressed.

She walked out of her bedchamber and over to David's bedroom. She gently opened the door to see Jacques Louis David sitting quietly on Jill's side of their bed. She walked quietly over to David. She sat on the bed succeeding 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 easy. Everyone is here to help you,"Dakota said to him in a quiet low tone of voice, almost a whisper.

Dakota stood up and took David by the paw 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 egg for Jacques Louis David and herself. Bobby asked if they would like some toast to go along with the testis, Dakota readily agreed.

As the ball were cooking, several of the gentlewoman made their way to the kitchen looking for umber. Dakota filled her cup and put on another pot of chocolate so there would be no rioting over Columbia's good legal export.

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

Dakota sat future to David carefully quietly watching as David pushed his testis around on his plate.

"Hun, you have to eat something. I know you really aren't hungry, but it is authoritative. Don't make me cabbage your nose closed and when your mouth dad open Sharon will stick a forking wax of eggs in your oral cavity,"Dakota says to Jacques Louis David smiling the whole time.

That got St. David to eat a forkful of nut, reluctantly of course of instruction. Bobby brought over a looking glass of pineapple juice and put it on the table in straw man of St. David. Out of habit, David took a big sip of the juice.

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

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

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

As David looked around at all the ladies, for the first time he really noticed how lots Dakota and Diane were showing their gestation. John was extremely attentive to his wife.

David felt much like heel, thinking more of himself than the women who loved him. He also thought about the troubled meter he and his son have had.

Just then, St. David made a promise to himself that he would be a better friend, lover, and father. He decided that the great unwashed 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 lavatory 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 care of his wife and trying to learn from David everything he can.

"Hey Saint David,"lav said.

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

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

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

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

St. John finished his scrambled testicle and threw his paper plate in the refuse when it was empty. He took Diane's photographic plate as well since she finished first. He did pour Diane a new cup of umber even though Dr. Ronda had warned against too much caffeine.

Dr. Ronda, David view. 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 dawning, probably before lunchtime. That made David smile a bit. Thankfully Dakota, as usual, was taking care of so much for David.

Amy handled the countless number of phone birdsong from news sensitive, people in the party, and other ecumenical Friend who just wanted to post their condolence. Amy got a notepad out and began writing the public figure, phone phone number, and reason for the calls. She was allowing NO ONE to speak to David directly.

She did rent a call from Special Agent Fernandez letting Jacques Louis David know that city police will be conducting the post-mortem on Jill and the babe, but the FBI will oversee the results to ascertain the procedure is done right. Mariana, his wife, and David's employee really didn't know if she was supposed to keep going to the Hawk or not. Amy told her to find free to follow to the Chateau and that there would be little to no government agency obligation for the next week.

Jennifer, Sharon, and Paula all made outgoing calls to get small things off of Dakota's plate in trying to palm David. Paula had a limo sent to the firm 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 spot would be closed for a few days and that everyone would be getting the meter off with pay. All of the staff sent their best wishes to St. David through Sharon.

Everyone, including the smut twin, really had no idea how to palm St. David. The last time anyone saw David this way was when Jill was in the hospital. However, now she is gone, and Jacques Louis David's heart is broken. The exclusively thing that is keeping him even remotely sane is Dakota.

As David sat in the TV room, he couldn't even watch TV as the newsworthiness about Jill's murder was the lead storey on all the news program channels.

Belinda really didn't know what to do. She asked Jennifer what she should be doing to aid, 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 essential clitoris to allow Ronda inside the outer logic gate and then inside the inner 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 St. David, was Dakota. She was like the unwavering spotter watching over David. Still, the speech sound calls kept coming. Amy had taken so many telephone set calls that she finally asked for assistance. Diane sat down succeeding to Amy. Jennifer put a earphone in front of Diane along with a turbinate notebook computer and pencil.

Bobby and Sammy asked Dakota what they should be making for David and the fellowship for lunch. Dakota suggested sub sandwiches and maybe some soup. Bobby and Sammy had an idea of what to make believe. They brought out several loaves of long Daniel Chester French breadstuff. They pulled out a rotisserie chicken out of the fridge and stripped all the center off the bird. Sammy began to make the fundamental principle for the poulet noodle soup. Bobby began cutting the bread into several sub sandwiches. He got out the sliced meats of salami, bomb, and ham. He put mustard and mayonnaise on each one-half of the lucre along with sliced tomatoes and lettuce. They did slit up some sweetness onion for those who might want onions on their sandwich.

CHAPTER 4

Dr. Ronda started listening to David's pith and respiration with her stethoscope. She pulled out her blood pressing turnup and checked him. She had a few questions for David, which he didn't answer. Instead, Dakota answered the interrogative sentence for David. Although Dr. Ronda would take rather had St. David answer them.

As the day wore on, David's humor really didn't change. Dr. Ronda left the Chateau for a spell only to return about dinner time. St. David did manage a smile when he saw Ronda return.

Fred sat side by side to Jacques Louis David for a patch. He whispered to St. David that he should spend some time at the gun kitchen range to work off the anger and thus be prepared if they are attacked ever again. St. David nodded in acceptance.

Bobby and Sammy decided to fudge some steaks for dinner party along with bake potatoes and a nice big salad with homemade ranch grooming and an Italian binding uncommitted. In add-on, they also had steamed Brassica oleracea italica with a squeeze of clean lemon.

One of the female SS broker came over an sat down following to David. She was apologizing for not protecting Jill and keep 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 time. The federal agent 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 compass later this week. Dakota readily agreed and offered to draw 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 newsworthiness sales outlet. Everyone heard the news show helicopters fly overhead to get pictures of the menage and the courtyard.

Donna instead turned on their DVD player and put the movie ‘ Secondhand lion'in to try and alleviate the depressing mood in the house. Many of the cleaning woman smiled when they saw the movie that was put into the player. Since David was still sitting in his chair at the dining room board, Donna held him by the ears from behind and kissed him on the top of the head, making certainly to muss his hair trying to be funny. This did induce him to smile a bit.

About 4:30 pm, St. 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 government agency to check his emails. When he logged on, he saw that he had about 850 electronic mail. He was afraid to open Jill's computer, fearing that it would be too emotional for him. As he sat in front end of his computer, he began to remember about who would supplant Jill as the conductor of Financial affairs.

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

Saint David began sorting through the email. The maiden one that caught his eye was one from the recording studio. They were having issues and didn't know who to change by reversal to for solution. Saint David suggested in a takings e-mail that they go to mike Booker.

David also sent an electronic mail to Dave Burgundy a head-shrinker that he has used before. He made a long list of necessity for a new Director of Financial affairs. Hopefully, Mr. Burgundy wine will have a couple of qualified hoi polloi to send to him.

From there he eliminated all the duplicate electronic mail and began to take and delete the read-only electronic mail. By supper clip, 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 David's mind, dinner sounded ripe, so he headed over to the dining room board. He sat in his usual chair and Dakota sat on his right. All the house fellow member came to the table and chose a chair, however, no one sat in the chair that Jill usually sat in on the go away incline of David. He just stared at the chair, almost as if she was coming to withdraw 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 Saint David even getting up from the tabular array, Dakota brought him dinner.

The unit group seemed very subdued with Jill gone. As everyone was finishing dinner, John got up and walked over to David. He pulled a hot seat up next to David.

"Hey Boss, I have an idea for you to think 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 legacy for Jill,"John said.

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

"Put about 10 million into a project that would collapse the money away to certain case of people, such as 1 parents who are struggling to throw destruction come across and do it all in Jill's figure,"John suggested.

I looked at Dakota, who was nodding her drumhead in a yes manner, telling me silently that we could ferment a positive out of such a huge negative. I just sat there thinking about what John had just suggested. Jennifer walked over and listened in also nodding yes trying to get me to seriously recall of the opportunity.

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

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

"fountainhead, how a good deal 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 mind to run the political platform ?"Jennifer asked.

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

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

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

Jennifer says,"What about Melanie overseeing the project with Allison and Belinda doing the grunt work. Mom has a long history with large sum of money, and she could work half-time keeping Belinda and Allison in arrest and honest."

"That's not a bad estimate. This way both Belinda and Allison could still go to college and I would feel good that somebody, 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 attorney, we got a letter from them today telling us that we are going to sue the insurance fellowship that has refused to overlay the attack. They sent us a 31-page letter explaining their position ( the insurance caller's attitude ). Our attorney's position is that they agreed to cover the edifice without an inspection and thus they should be paying for the price. The alphabetic character also said that when the flame section completes its investigation, they will send us a report and we will engage the proper insurance fellowship to retort us.

"Jennifer, will you delight beam 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 early end of the table. She whispered into the ear 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, John the Divine got up and drug two early electric chair over to me where the ladies could sit while I talked to them.

"ma'am, 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 task that John suggested. He thought that we could commence a broadcast for struggling single parents. It would be Jill's bequest,"I replied.

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

"We form a openhearted organization, ditch a bunch of money into the labor and let Melanie run the whole thing with Allison and Belinda being operational managers."

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

"Any enquiry gentlewoman ?"I asked.

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

"Of form,"I replied.

This made Allison smile more.

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

"Of grade, you would be getting paid. I don't remember what you're fashioning now, but how about I double your pay to take on this undertaking ? Also, maybe about 30 hours a week. Of row, there will be especial weeks where you may have to work a bit more, but that shouldn't be more than a duad 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 agreement that they would accept the bid positions. Each ma'am got up and walked over to John Lackland and all three of them kissed him and thanked him for his idea.

As the eventide went on, Sammy brought out three cake for everyone to enjoy : chocolate fudge, gamboge crème, and Carrot cake. All the ladies giggled with exhilaration seeing the cakes. John, of course, got a gash for Diane then three slicing for himself.

I KNOW THAT THIS CHAPTER IS short, AND FOR THAT I APOLOGIZE. HOWEVER, IF YOU ENJOYED THE CHAPTER PLEASE leave-taking ME A short NOTE. I PUT IN A BIG surprise IN THIS CHAPTER AND I HOPE IT DOESN'T FREAK TOO MANY OF MY FANS OUT………. PABLO DIABLO .