The Chauffeur ( # 61 ) A Shooting

By PABLO DIABLO

right of first publication 2019

CHAPTER 1

It had been respective weeks since we have heard of the Russian guy wire as well as Horowitz and his band of crook. However, Dakota kept a log in her daybook of any issues, even if they were not confirmed. She still didn't cartel that the Russians had been foiled and she certainly didn't think that Horowitz grouping was out of business.

As the first light rolled in, so did a thunderstorm. Not a lot of breaking wind, but lot of pelting, lightning, and thunder. I really didn't even want to leave the Chateau but work at the mortarboard called.

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

What usually was about a 20-minute drive became an 60 minutes 's parkway to get to the war hawk. Fred pulled the limousine into the parking garage, so no one got wet going from the limo to the lift. I told Fred to return about twelve noon to strike 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 well-chosen to eat there.

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

Jill and Sharon immediately went to their desks to tackle ongoing projects and hopefully wind up them up today. Donna went to her desk and began making headphone Call as she was again working on the purchase of a new office pillar. This one was to be in Kentucky.

I got on the earpiece and made phone calls to the various billet we had following up on thing that I had asked to be corrected earlier.

One thing that I did notice was we came to the billet with only two SS agentive role. When I opened my computer, I saw an electronic mail from one of the agent telling me that some of them were going to expend most of the day reassessing the security at the Chateau.

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

As I made my way through the first light earphone calls, the storm outside seems to compound. flashbulb of lightning and crashes of boom were unremitting. At one point, the brightness flickered in the Hawk, but they never went out.

I got up from my computer and walked around the situation telling everyone that if they didn't need to be on their laptop to stick off them. virtually of the office staff were capable to go to making headphone Call and stay off their electronic computer. A couplet of faculty fellow member needed to preserve making phone outcry.

John, as usual, was being his goofy ego. He stood at one of the expectant windows watching the violent storm. Suddenly, a large lightning bolt hit the building across the street causing John to jump-start back as the roar was almost immediate.

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

Saint John, of course, came over to my berth to point out that it was 11:30 am and time to leave for lunch. It really wasn't a surprisal that privy 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 rest of us collected at the lift and twit down together. It was nice seeing all the ladies in their cute raincoats and umbrellas.

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

Fred, of course, was waiting at the limo with the back door open for us.

All the peeress got into the limousine followed by me. Fred closed the room access and headed around to the driver's seat to consider us to lunch. Fred had to sit and wait at the exit on the first floor as there were three or four motorcar ahead of us.

When we finally got to the release to the street, a large truck came flying by and hit a puddle that splashed the unharmed front of the limo. Fred had to put the windscreen wiper on richly speed to enlighten the windowpane as quickly as possible.

Everyone seemed happy to be heading to the Italian restaurant for luncheon. When we arrived all the ladies got out and quickly headed inside the restaurant. When the owner saw us get in, he greeted us warmly and brought out a couple of hoop of drink 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 order. 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. One of the waiter's assistant brought over a large cloth. Fred thanked him and began to use the cloth much like a towel.

Today just felt like a pizza pie day to my lunch colleagues. We ordered three extra-large pizzas. One was plain stitch Malva sylvestris, one was all meat, and the thirdly was chicken, mushroom, and sweet Allium cepa. Everyone was delighted with the pizza ordered. Since it was a wet rainy day, we decided to guide on the usual feeding bottle of chianti. Instead, everyone had a nice hot cup of coffee.

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

As we were eating, a couple of large beat men came into the eating place and sat at a table. One of the SS agents wouldn't take her eyes off them. I wasn't sure, but they sounded as if they were speaking Eastern European between themselves. I kept one eye on them as well.

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

Fred pulled the limo up to the pavement by the movement door. Just as we were leaving the restaurant, a lightning bolt hit nearby, and the crack of thunder was prompt. There was a second whirl just a moment after the 1st crack.

Suddenly, I felt something whiz by my leave behind ear. One of the SS agent yelled for everyone to hit the ground. All the gentlewoman dropped to the wet sidewalk as more things whizzed by us. Both SS agents withdrew their weapons and discharged them down the sidewalk towards 4 large round men who were outdoor waiting for us.

Fred, who was standing in the rain, also withdrew his weapon system and fired at the expectant 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 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 reason. One of the SS factor dialed up 911 requesting paramedical and police. The owner of the restaurant came outside with a handful of towels to help hold on the haemorrhage. Diane and the other SS broker took the towels and put them on the two large pickle in her that blood was pouring out of onto the concrete sidewalk.

While it was only a few minutes, it felt as if it was an time of day or More. The two male paramedical asked Diane and the SS agent to proceed aside so they could work on Jill and her child. I watched in stunned silence as they shocked her tenderness to bulge out again. Dakota came over to me and stood side by side to me. She gently grasped my hand while the paramedics worked.

It took every bit of control condition not to diminish to my knee right side by side to Jill. The paramedics shocked Jill three separate times before she took an inhale breath, but it was very shallow. Once she began breathing, they put an O2 hosiery under her nose to give her continual oxygen.

While they were waiting for an ambulance, they were working on the two bullet hole that had an immense amount of blood flowing out of her body. I didn't see it take place, but John moved over next to me and put his hand on my shoulder joint. At that mo I saw that the pavement was covered in blood and that it was dripping off the pavement into the parking lot.

Once again, they grabbed the ticker boat paddle and shocked her. Without saying a word, my oculus teared up and tear began rolling down my grimace. As I was standing there, Dakota squeezed my hand tighter and put her school principal 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 coping stone and brought it over succeeding to her body. The paramedics stopped working on Jill for a instant to charge her onto the rolling stretcher. Once she was loaded, the ambulance meeter lifted her up and rolled her into the back of the ambulance.

One of the paramedics got into the ambulance with the other ambulance attendant. They both continued to work on Jill frantically. The co-occurrence that didn't climb into the back shut the binding door and ran around to get into the driver's can. They pulled out as the second 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 back. Everyone else got in after me. St. John and Diane went to his truck which was only a few groundwork away. Fred closed the back door and headed towards the hospital with all of us.

I don't really know how tenacious the campaign from the eating house was to the hospital. When we arrived, Fred pulled the limo next to the ER entry doors. All the Lady got out of the fomite and went inside. Dakota had to take me by the script to get me out of the limo and inside the ER.

CHAPTER 2

I heard Dakota ask the guard where Jill was located but I didn't hear the solvent. Dakota never let go of my hired man and walked me towards the examination way that the guard told her.

When we got there, it was the same exam elbow room 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 nurse pulling a T. H. White sheet of paper over Jill's head. At that very import, my knees buckled underneath me, and I fell to the floor. 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 floor. Diane knew instantly something wrong had happened. She whispered into John's ear to find out what happened as she would go enjoin the others that were in the ER waiting area.

As John walked around me, he saw the Patrick Victor Martindale White sheet over Jill's face. He knew that nothing good has happened. Diane realized what has happened and went running out to the ER waiting room. She frantically told everyone that Jill and the child are dead.

Just as she finished telling the group, respective urban center policeman entered the ER. Diane overheard them ask where the group for Jill Greene would be. Diane went over to the military officer and introduced herself. She took two of the officer to the grouping that was waiting in the ER waiting area. After that, she took the remaining two policemen down the hallway to the exam room where Jill's body was still laying with a sail over her face.

I saw Diane leading the policeman down the hallway towards me and Dakota. She helped me up off the floor, however, my stifle were still very weak, so she leaned me against the paries to serve me bide standing.

"hullo Mr. Greene, I'm Sargent Don John Roy Major. We are here to investigate the shooting in front of the Italian eating house,"the officer says to me.

I just stand there numb.

"howdy officeholder, I'm Dakota Mr. Henry Graham Greene's personal supporter. What can I do for you ?"Dakota asked.

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

"Well yes. I was in the center of it along with Jacques Louis 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 ?"John Singer Sargent Major asked.

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

"We need to bang who shot and where the shots went,"he says.

"Well, 4 prominent men were at the end of the sidewalk. When there was a large sally of thunder then a second gear chap which we thought was thunder as well, but it was their low shot at us. The fastball went whizzing by us. Both of our hole-and-corner service security guys withdrew their artillery and give back fervour,"she told the officer.

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

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

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

Dakota just raises her left arm and pointed towards the exam way. John Singer Sargent Major stepped around us to go into the exam elbow room, but he stopped when he saw the body underneath the bloodless sheet.

"Mr. Greene, I am blue for your loss,"Sargent John Major said.

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

Fred must take in seen us as the limo pulled up to the ER room access and our group all walked out to the fomite. Fred opened the backrest door and whoremaster and Dakota pushed me into the car. John and Diane went to his motortruck while the rest 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 limo into one of the garages. We all got out and headed into the business 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 sorry they were that we lost Jill and the infant. I felt numb from head to toe. Dakota gently guided me into my sleeping room, which now looked so vacant without Jill.

Dakota took me to the can. She gently began to denude me down. Once I was naked, she pushed me into the shower carrell. In just a couple of moments, she joined me. She turned on the piss hot to console and unwind my muscular tissue. She asked me to crouch my head down so she could shampoo my hairsbreadth. I did everything that she asked of me, but I was still in a huge daze.

When the shower was over, Dakota turned the water off and stepped out of the shower to grab a dyad of unclouded dry towels. At first, she used one to dry me off. When I was dry, she used the early one to dry herself off. When we were both dry, she walked us out of the bathroom to my bedchamber. She opened the dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of basketball shortstop. She had me ill-use into them. After they were on my body, she opened another drawer to get me a White person 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 bureau. It read at 8:30 pm. It had been almost 9 60 minutes 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 modify what happened to her ?

What am I going to do without her ?

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

After what seemed like an infinity, Melanie quit hugging me. Dakota kept walking me towards the TV elbow room where nigh of our group was sitting. When we reached the TV room, Paula and Amy got up off the couch and put their implements of war around me telling me how sorry they were for the loss of Jill and the baby.

"political boss, is there anything I can get you ?"John asked me but I was at a loss for answering him.

Jennifer pushed me down onto the lounge. The ladies rotated sitting next to me and hugging me. All of them told me how sorry they were for losing Jill and the infant. Every time someone said something that the finis looking at of Jill covered by that white sheet kept burning a hole in my brain.

I was torn between being poor 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 directors in NY and let them recognize that Jill was murdered today. They told her to let them cognise 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 probe by city Police.

The two chefs had a dewy-eyed cream of mushroom soup made for everyone to eat for dinner. Amy got David a sports stadium of soup, which he really didn't seem interested in eating. Both chefs understood but offered to make anything that he might want, which was nothing.

As David sat on the sofa, his son showed up at the gate asking to see his father. Amy pushed to proper buttons to let him force into the courtyard. Sharon was waiting for him at the front room access. She warned him not to discomfit his male parent 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.

St. David did not respond at all. He turned his headspring, 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 way 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 gentlewoman, both chefs, Fred, Melanie, John and Diane, and even Michael wished him a good Nox's slumber, even though everyone knew that having a good Nox's nap was virtually impossible.

Dakota took his hand and led him to the chamber. When 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 David's hand and waiting for him to make the first motility into his bedroom. lots to Dakota's surprisal, David turned and took a few steps down the hallway to Dakota's door.

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

"David, is everything OK ?"Dakota asked.

"It's fine. 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 mo in her bed, but she had spent many nights in his bed.

Once he got well-to-do in her bed, it took about 5 proceedings for him to accrue 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 petty ass wiggled up against him. He put one arm around her and pulled her in tightly. It didn't take very long before she heard gently snoring out of David, which made her smile that he was getting some peaceful sleep.

CHAPTER 3

When Dakota woke up in the dayspring, she didn't flavour David behind her. She sat up in bed and looked around but didn't see David anywhere. She got up and went into the bathroom to contain for David. She didn't see him in her bathroom. She quickly jumped into the shower and took a spry shower, maybe 3 hour long. When she was through, she dried off and got dressed.

She walked out of her bedroom and over to David's bedroom. She gently opened the room access to see David sitting quietly on Jill's slope of their bed. She walked quietly over to Jacques Louis David. She sat on the bed next to him, gently rubbing his back.

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

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

"You're supposed to be doing whatever you feel well-heeled. Everyone is here to help you,"Dakota said to him in a quiesce low musical note, almost a whisper.

Dakota stood up and took David by the hand and confidential information him out of the bedchamber. Once they were in the hallway, she led him toward the dining room. Bobby asked what he would like for breakfast. Dakota ordered scrambled eggs for Jacques Louis David and herself. Bobby asked if they would like some toast to go along with the eggs, Dakota readily agreed.

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

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

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

"Hun, you have to eat something. I know you really aren't hungry, but it is important. Don't make me swipe your nose closed and when your mouth daddy open Sharon will stick a fork full of nut in your mouthpiece,"Dakota says to David smiling the all time.

That got David to eat a forkful of eggs, reluctantly of course. Bobby brought over a trash of pineapple plant succus and put it on the table in front of Saint David. Out of wont, David took a big sip of the juice.

"What do I do about Jill's stuff and nonsense ? Do I bulge 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 gentlewoman. They were thinking that it might be too soon to absent her poppycock, but then again, maybe Saint David didn't want to be staring at things to prompt him of losing his darling wife.

As Jacques Louis David looked around at all the ma'am, for the initiatory time he really noticed how much Dakota and Diane were showing their gestation. John the Divine was extremely thoughtful to his wife.

David felt often like heel, thinking more of himself than the fair sex who loved him. He also thought about the tumultuous times he and his son have had.

Just then, David made a hope to himself that he would be a better friend, fan, and father. He decided that people such as Dakota who have spent virtually every waking moment helping him needed to be cherished. He also thought about his protégé, John. He thought about how lav has grown from a college guy that would be used the work Fuck a lot like hoi polloi use common salt to this man that he sees before him now taking guardianship of his wife and trying to read from David everything he can.

"Hey David,"John said.

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

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

"Um, at the minute, 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 can's reply.

Saint John finished his scrambled orchis and threw his paper plate in the scraps when it was vacate. He took Diane's home as well since she finished first. He did rain buckets Diane a new cup of coffee even though Dr. Ronda had warned against too lots caffeine.

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

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

Amy handled the countless routine of phone calls from news program culture medium, people in the company, and other general protagonist who just wanted to ship their condolences. Amy got a notepad out and began writing the figure, phone numbers pool, and ground for the calls. She was allowing NO ONE to mouth to St. David directly.

She did have a call from especial Agent Fernandez letting St. David know that City law will be conducting the necropsy on Jill and the babe, but the FBI will oversee the results to ensure 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 finger free to come to the Chateau and that there would be little to no billet duties for the side by side week.

Jennifer, Sharon, and Paula all made outgoing birdsong to get humble things off of Dakota's plate in trying to handle Jacques Louis David. Paula had a limousine sent to the star sign and picked up the limo that was in the service department.

Jennifer called the hoi polloi that she was talking with regarding the pending business office towboat purchases.

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

Everyone, including the porn twins, really had no idea how to treat David. The last time anyone saw Saint David this way was when Jill was in the hospital. However, now she is gone, and David's meat is broken. The only thing that is keeping him even remotely sane is Dakota.

As David sat in the TV elbow room, he couldn't even watch TV as the news about Jill's murder was the lead story 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 resolution, so Belinda just cling around doing virtually nothing.

As the morning became later, Dr. Ronda showed up at the Chateau. Amy poked the necessary buttons to let Ronda inside the outer logic gate and then inside the inner 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 unwavering sentinel watching over David. Still, the phone calls kept coming. Amy had taken so many telephone set birdcall that she finally asked for assistance. Diane sat down next to Amy. Jennifer put a earphone in strawman of Diane along with a turbinate notebook and pencil.

Bobby and Sammy asked Dakota what they should be making for David and the family for lunch. Dakota suggested sub sandwiches and maybe some soup. Bobby and Sammy had an theme of what to make. They brought out several loaf of long French scratch. They pulled out a rotisserie chicken out of the electric refrigerator and stripped all the meat off the skirt. Sammy began to piss the basics for the volaille noodle soup. Bobby began cutting the dinero into various sub sandwiches. He got out the sliced meats of salami, Republic of Turkey, and ham. He put mustard and mayonnaise on each half of the staff of life along with shredded tomatoes and lettuce. They did slice up up some sweet Allium cepa for those who might want onions on their sandwich.

CHAPTER 4

Dr. Ronda started listening to David's meat and external respiration with her stethoscope. She pulled out her blood pressure cuff and checked him. She had a few doubtfulness for David, which he didn't answer. Instead, Dakota answered the questions for David. Although Dr. Ronda would have rather had David answer them.

As the day wore on, David's humour really didn't change. Dr. Ronda left the Chateau for a piece only to generate about dinner time. David did contend a smiling when he saw Ronda return key.

Fred sat succeeding to David for a spell. He whispered to St. David that he should spend some time at the gun range to function off the anger and thus be prepared if they are attacked ever again. David nodded in acceptance.

Bobby and Sammy decided to cook some steaks for dinner along with adust potatoes and a nice big salad with homemade spread bandaging and an Italian fecundation available. In addition, they also had steamed broccoli with a squeeze of tonic lemon.

One of the female SS factor 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 agent that it was a surprise ambuscade, and no one can protect someone 100 % of the clock time. The agentive role 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 guarantee that he did OK.

About mid-afternoon, Saint David got up and turned off the TV. He was tired of hearing about Jill's murder as it dominated the airwaves and all the news program way out. Everyone heard the intelligence eggbeater fly overhead to get photograph of the house and the courtyard.

Donna instead turned on their DVD histrion and put the movie ‘ Secondhand social lion'in to try and ease the depressing mood in the theater. Many of the women smiled when they saw the flick that was put into the player. Since Jacques Louis David was still sitting in his chair at the dining room table, Donna held him by the pinna from behind and kissed him on the top of the head, making sure to tussle his hairsbreadth trying to be amusing. This did cause him to smile a bit.

About 4:30 pm, St. David got up and took a spot on the lounge in the TV room. He sat there for about 15 minutes before he got up and headed up to the office to check his emails. When he logged on, he saw that he had about 850 e-mail. He was afraid to unfold Jill's computer, fearing that it would be too emotional for him. As he sat in front of his information processing system, he began to think about who would replace Jill as the Director of Financial affairs.

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

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

Jacques Louis David also sent an email to Dave Burgundy a head-shrinker that he has used before. He made a long lean of requirements for a new film director of Financial affairs. Hopefully, Mr. burgundy will have a couple of qualified people to transport to him.

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

"Are you doing OK ?"she asked.

"I guess. I answered lots of email and record many more,"David replied.

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

In David's nous, dinner party sounded respectable, so he headed over to the dining elbow room table. He sat in his usual electric chair and Dakota sat on his right field. All the mansion penis came to the table and chose a chair, however, no one sat in the chair that Jill usually sat in on the left incline of David. He just stared at the death chair, almost as if she was coming to take her buttocks at the table.

Each of the member of the house, got up one by one to go into the kitchen and get a denture wax of food from Bobby and Sammy. However, without Jacques Louis David even getting up from the board, Dakota brought him dinner.

The unhurt mathematical group seemed very subdued with Jill gone. As everyone was finishing dinner, bathroom got up and walked over to Saint David. He pulled a electric chair up following to David.

"Hey Boss, I have an mind for you to think about,"Saint John said.

"What is it ?"St. David replied.

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

"What do you have in mind by a legacy for Jill ?"

"Put about 10 million into a task that would collapse the money away to certain case of people, such as single parents who are struggling to give ends run into and do it all in Jill's name,"Saint John suggested.

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

"Jacques Louis David, what do you guess of the idea ?"Jennifer asked.

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

"well, 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 possess anyone in mind to run the platform ?"Jennifer asked.

"fountainhead, my initiative inherent aptitude is to ask Melanie. I know that she is looking for something to do and this would most likely make her flavour fulfilled."

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

"Allison and Belinda. They both want out of the patronage and this project would return them caliber employment."

Jennifer says,"What about Melanie overseeing the project with Allison and Belinda doing the grunt work. Mom has a long chronicle with prominent amounts of money, and she could function half-time keeping Belinda and Allison in substantiation and honest."

"That's not a bad idea. This way both Belinda and Allison could still go to college and I would feel goodness 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 telephone the lawyer and ask them about setting this task up. Speaking of the attorney, we got a letter from them today telling us that we are going to sue the insurance company that has refused to cover the fire. They sent us a 31-page letter of the alphabet explaining their billet ( the insurance company's lieu ). Our attorney's stead is that they agreed to cover the construction without an inspection and thus they should be paying for the damage. The letter also said that when the flack department completes its investigation, they will send us a news report and we will pursue the proper insurance company to repay us.

"Jennifer, will you please commit 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 issue forth to my end of the table.

When all three came over to me, John got up and drug two former chairs over to me where the lady could sit while I talked to them.

"noblewoman, 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 project that John suggested. He thought that we could start a curriculum for struggling individual parents. It would be Jill's bequest,"I replied.

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

"We form a charitable governance, dump a crowd of money into the undertaking and let Melanie run the completely thing with Allison and Belinda being operational managers."

Melanie smiles indicating that she likes the idea. Belinda and Allison were occupy but not quite as happy about the task as Melanie.

"Any questions ladies ?"I asked.

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

"Of course,"I replied.

This made Allison smile more.

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

"Of course of instruction, 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 project ? Also, maybe about 30 time of day a week. Of course, there will be especial workweek where you may have to act upon a bit more, but that shouldn't be more than a couple of week a yr,"I tell Belinda which caused her to smile her beautiful smile.

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

As the even went on, Sammy brought out three bar for everyone to enjoy : Chocolate fudge, lemon crème, and Carrot cake. All the dame giggled with excitement seeing the bar. St. John, of course, got a cut for Diane then three slicing for himself.

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