The Chauffeur ( # 61 ) A Shooting

By PABLO DIABLO

right of first publication 2019

CHAPTER 1

It had been respective workweek since we have heard of the Russian guys as well as Vladimir Horowitz and his lot of criminals. However, Dakota kept a log in her daybook of any consequence, 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 group was out of business.

As the morning rolled in, so did a thunderstorm. Not a lot of flatus, but plenitude of rainfall, lightning, and thunder. I really didn't even want to leave the Chateau but body of 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 labour his truck so he and Diane went to the mortarboard in his motortruck. The weather condition really was lousy. On the way to the hawk, we came across lots of chance event, almost as if people forgot how to push in crappy weather.

What usually was about a 20-minute driving became an hour 's drive to get to the hawk. Fred pulled the limo into the parking garage, so no one got wet going from the limo to the elevator. I told Fred to return about twelve noon to take 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 stinking dealings. She said that the going was deadening, but they were only a few cylinder block away from the parking garage.

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

I got on the headphone and made phone cry to the various offices we had following up on affair that I had asked to be corrected earlier.

One matter that I did notification was we came to the office with only two SS agents. When I opened my reckoner, I saw an email from one of the agent telling me that some of them were going to spend about of the day reassessing the security at the Chateau.

As John the Evangelist 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 knead through the lousy weather.

As I made my way through the morning telephone set calls, the violent storm out of doors seems to compound. Flashes of lightning and clangor of thunder were constant. At one point, the lighter flickered in the mortarboard, but they never went out.

I got up from my figurer and walked around the office telling everyone that if they didn't need to be on their laptop to stay off them. virtually of the spot stave were able to go to making phone margin call and stay off their computers. A pair of staff members needed to keep on making phone calls.

whoremaster, as usual, was being his goofy self. He stood at one of the declamatory windows watching the storm. Suddenly, a declamatory lightning bolt hit the building across the street causing John to jump off back as the nose drops was almost immediate.

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

Saint John the Apostle, of course, came over to my power to designate out that it was 11:30 am and time to leave for lunch. It really wasn't a surprisal that St. John the Apostle was set up 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 razz down together. It was dainty seeing all the dame in their cute raincoats and umbrellas.

When we got to the 2nd floor, 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 rachis door unfastened for us.

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

When we finally got to the exit to the street, a large hand truck came flying by and hit a puddle that splashed the whole forepart of the limousine. Fred had to put the wipers on high speed to clear the window as quickly as possible.

Everyone seemed happy to be heading to the Italian eatery for lunch. When we arrived all the peeress got out and quickly headed inside the eating house. When the proprietor saw us arrive, he greeted us warmly and brought out a couple of hoop of pledge garlic clams, which is always a delight.

All the lady were chatting away as the waitress worked her way around the table taking everyone's drinkable orders. Fred looked much like a drowning puppy. He just sat in his president and asked if they had a fabric, 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 day to my lunch colleagues. We ordered three extra-large pizza. One was plain cheeseflower, one was all heart and soul, and the third was chicken, mushroom cloud, and perfumed onion. Everyone was delighted with the pizza pie ordered. Since it was a wet rainy day, we decided to put across on the usual bottle of chianti. Instead, everyone had a nice hot cup of coffee.

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

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

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

Fred pulled the limo up to the sidewalk by the straw man door. Just as we were leaving the eating house, a lightning bolt hit nearby, and the crack of boom was immediate. There was a back fissure just a moment after the first-class honours degree offer.

Suddenly, I felt something star by my exit ear. One of the SS agents yelled for everyone to hit the ground. All the ladies dropped to the wet sidewalk as more than thing whizzed by us. Both SS agentive role withdrew their arm and discharged them down the sidewalk towards 4 large round men who were outside waiting for us.

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

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

Jill was still laying on the ground. One of the SS broker dialed up 911 requesting paramedical and police. The possessor of the restaurant came outside with a fistful of towels to help give up the bleeding. Diane and the early SS factor took the towels and put them on the two heavy holes in her that blood was pouring out of onto the concrete sidewalk.

While it was only a few hour, it felt as if it was an hour or more. The two male person paramedics asked Diane and the SS agent to act aside so they could work on Jill and her baby. I watched in astounded silence as they shocked her heart to start again. Dakota came over to me and stood next to me. She gently grasped my helping hand while the paramedics worked.

It took every bit of ascendency not to fall to my knee joint right next to Jill. The paramedic shocked Jill three severalize times before she took an inhale breathing place, but it was very shallow. Once she began breathing, they put an O2 hose under her nuzzle to present her continual O.

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

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

When the ambulance arrived, the paramedic were still frantically working on Jill. The ambulance meeter unloaded a rolling stretcher and brought it over next to her eubstance. 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 paramedical got into the ambulance with the other ambulance attendant. They both continued to work on Jill frantically. The attendant that didn't climb into the back shut the back doors and ran around to get into the driver's can. They pulled out as the second paramedical cleaned up their equipment and loaded it back into the paramedical 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 spinal column. Everyone else got in after me. John and Diane went to his truck which was only a few animal foot away. Fred closed the back door and headed towards the hospital with all of us.

I don't really know how long the drive from the restaurant was to the hospital. When we arrived, Fred pulled the limo next to the ER entry door. All the ladies got out of the vehicle and went inside. Dakota had to pick out me by the script to get me out of the limousine and inside the ER.

CHAPTER 2

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

When we got there, it was the same test room where I came to her aid when she was in the accident. Just as Dakota and I arrived, I saw the three MD and two nursemaid pulling a white sheet over Jill's nous. At that very here and now, my genu buckled underneath me, and I fell to the floor. Dakota sat on the base with me just hugging me.

When John and Diane came around the turning point, they saw me and Dakota on the story. Diane knew instantly something wrong had happened. She whispered into St. John's ear to find out what happened as she would go say the others that were in the ER waiting area.

As John walked around me, he saw the white shroud over Jill's expression. He knew that naught goodness has happened. Diane realized what has happened and went running out to the ER waiting way. She frantically told everyone that Jill and the baby are dead.

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

I saw Diane leading the officers down the hallway towards me and Dakota. She helped me up off the level, however, my articulatio genus were still very feeble, so she leaned me against the wall to avail me stay standing.

"howdy Mr. Greene, I'm Sargent Don Major. We are here to investigate the shooting in movement of the Italian restaurant,"the ship's officer says to me.

I just stand there numb.

"hi ship's officer, I'm Dakota Mr. Henry Graham Greene's personal assistant. What can I do for you ?"Dakota asked.

"Did you see the shooting ?"officer John Major asked.

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

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

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

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

"Well, 4 large men were at the end of the pavement. When there was a large pass of nose drops then a second crack which we thought was thunder as well, but it was their showtime shot at us. The hummer went whizzing by us. Both of our occult service security measure Guy withdrew their weapons and returned fire,"she told the officer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As common, 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 garages. We all got out and headed into the house. Dakota kept with me, holding onto me making sure that I kept moving.

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

Dakota took me to the bathroom. She gently began to discase me down. Once I was naked, she pushed me into the shower stall. In just a couple of moments, she joined me. She turned on the urine hot to soothe and relax my muscularity. She asked me to bend my head teacher down so she could shampoo my hair. I did everything that she asked of me, but I was still in a vast daze.

When the exhibitor was over, Dakota turned the water supply off and stepped out of the shower to take hold of a couple of uninfected dry towels. At first of all, 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 lav to my bedroom. She opened the dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of basketball shorts. She had me pace into them. After they were on my dead body, she opened another drawer to get me a Edward Douglas White Jr. tee shirt and she had me sit on the bound 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 script and walked me out to the TV room. I remember looking at the clock on my dresser. It read at 8:30 pm. It had been almost 9 hours since I had something to eat and about 7 minute since Jill died.

Did she die because of me ?

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

What am I going to do without her ?

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

After what seemed like an eternity, Melanie quit hugging me. Dakota kept walking me towards the TV room where most of our mathematical group was sitting. When we reached the TV way, Paula and Amy got up off the sofa and put their arms around me telling me how good-for-naught they were for the loss of Jill and the baby.

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

Jennifer pushed me down onto the couch. The peeress rotated sitting adjacent to me and hugging me. All of them told me how sorry they were for losing Jill and the baby. Every clock time someone said something that the net look of Jill covered by that white sheet kept burning a fix in my brain.

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

When Sharon came over to me and sat down, she gently told me that she called the board of director in NY and let them bonk that Jill was murdered today. They told her to let them roll in the hay 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 infant. 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 cream of mushroom soup made for everyone to eat for dinner party. Amy got David a bowl 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 couch, his son showed up at the logic gate asking to see his begetter. Amy pushed to proper release to let him drive into the courtyard. Sharon was waiting for him at the presence doorway. She warned him not to upset 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 place on the loveseat.

"Hey Dad,"Michael said.

David did not react 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 loveseat and walked over to the dining room table where he sat and enjoyed the soup.

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

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

Dakota took his helping hand and led him to the bedroom. When David reached the door 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 Saint David's hired man and waiting for him to pass water the inaugural move into his bedroom. Much to Dakota's surprise, David turned and took a few tone down the hallway to Dakota's room access.

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

"David, is everything OK ?"Dakota asked.

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

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

Once he got comfortable in her bed, it took about 5 hour for him to fall asleep, which truly surprised her. She stripped down and got into the bed with him. She took her common maculation, her back facing him and her cute niggling ass wiggled up against him. He put one arm around her and pulled her in tightly. It didn't consume very long before she heard gently snoring out of Jacques Louis David, which made her smile that he was getting some passive sleep.

CHAPTER 3

When Dakota woke up in the morning, she didn't flavor St. David behind her. She sat up in bed and looked around but didn't see David anywhere. She got up and went into the privy to check for Saint David. She didn't see him in her bathroom. She quickly jumped into the shower and took a straightaway shower, maybe 3 arcminute long. When she was through, she dried off and got dressed.

She walked out of her bedroom and over to Saint David's bedroom. She gently opened the door to see David sitting quietly on Jill's English of their bed. She walked quietly over to Saint 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 comfortable. Everyone is here to help you,"Dakota said to him in a quieten low tone, almost a whisper.

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

As the ballock were cooking, various of the ladies made their way to the kitchen looking for coffee bean. Dakota filled her cup and put on another pot of coffee tree so there would be no rioting over Columbia's full legal export.

When Bobby finished the testis and pledge, 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 David pushed his nut 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 nip your nozzle closed and when your mouth pops out-of-doors Sharon will flummox a fork wax of ball in your mouth,"Dakota says to David smiling the whole time.

That got David to eat a forkful of eggs, reluctantly of trend. Bobby brought over a field glass of pineapple juice and put it on the table in straw man of St. David. Out of drug abuse, David took a big sip of the juice.

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

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

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

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

David felt much like hound, thinking more of himself than the adult female who loved him. He also thought about the turbulent sentence he and his son have had.

Just then, David made a promise 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 John has grown from a college guy that would be used the work Fuck much like citizenry use salt to this man that he sees before him now taking precaution of his married woman and trying to learn from Saint David everything he can.

"Hey David,"John said.

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

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

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

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

John finished his skin testicle and threw his composition plate in the garbage when it was empty. He took Diane's plateful as well since she finished first. He did swarm Diane a new cup of coffee even though Dr. Ronda had warned against too much caffeine.

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

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

Amy handled the countless turn of phone claim from news medium, people in the troupe, and other superior general booster who just wanted to air their commiseration. Amy got a notepad out and began writing the gens, speech sound numbers, and reason for the calls. She was allowing NO ONE to talk to David directly.

She did take a call from exceptional agent Fernandez letting David know that metropolis Police will be conducting the autopsy on Jill and the sister, but the FBI will oversee the results to assure the procedure is done right. Mariana, his wife, and Jacques Louis David's employee really didn't know if she was supposed to keep open going to the Hawk or not. Amy told her to feel free to come up to the Chateau and that there would be slight to no office obligation for the next week.

Jennifer, Sharon, and Paula all made outgoing calls to get minor affair off of Dakota's collection plate in trying to handle St. David. Paula had a limo sent to the planetary house and picked up the limo that was in the garage.

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

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

Everyone, including the porno twins, really had no idea how to handle David. The end metre anyone saw St. David this way was when Jill was in the hospital. However, now she is gone, and David's ticker is broken. The only 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 news about Jill's murder was the top 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 result, so Belinda just advert around doing virtually nothing.

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

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

Bobby and Sammy asked Dakota what they should be making for David and the sept for tiffin. Dakota suggested sub sandwiches and maybe some soup. Bobby and Sammy had an idea of what to take a crap. They brought out respective loaves of long French people bread. They pulled out a rotisserie chicken out of the fridge and stripped all the meat off the boo. Sammy began to construct the basics for the poulet noodle soup. Bobby began cutting the bread into respective sub sandwiches. He got out the sliced heart and soul of salami, Turkey, and ham. He put mustard and mayonnaise on each one-half of the breadstuff along with slice up tomato plant and dough. They did slice up up some dulcet onion plant for those who might want onions on their sandwich.

CHAPTER 4

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

As the day wore on, David's climate really didn't change. Dr. Ronda left the Chateau for a patch only to give about dinner time. David did manage a smile when he saw Ronda rejoinder.

Fred sat next to Saint David for a piece. He whispered to David that he should drop some time at the gun range to exploit 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 scorched Irish potato and a decent big salad with homemade ranch fecundation and an Italian dressing uncommitted. In accession, they also had steamed Brassica oleracea italica with a squeeze of unfermented lemon.

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

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

About mid-afternoon, Saint David got up and turned off the TV. He was tired of hearing about Jill's execution as it dominated the airwaves and all the newsworthiness electric receptacle. Everyone heard the news whirlybird fly disk overhead to get word-painting of the theater and the court.

Donna instead turned on their DVD participant and put the pic ‘ Secondhand lion'in to try and alleviate the depressing mood in the family. Many of the women smiled when they saw the moving picture 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 chief, making sure to muss his hair trying to be odd. This did cause him to smile a bit.

About 4:30 pm, David got up and took a spot on the lounge in the TV way. He sat there for about 15 minutes before he got up and headed up to the office to retard his e-mail. When he logged on, he saw that he had about 850 email. He was afraid to afford Jill's computer, fearing that it would be too emotional for him. As he sat in front of his reckoner, he began to think about who would supplant Jill as the director of Financial affairs.

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

David began sorting through the emails. The initiative one that caught his eye was one from the transcription studio. They were having issues and didn't know who to turn to for answer. Jacques Louis David suggested in a payoff email that they go to Mike Booker.

David also sent an email to Dave Bourgogne a headhunter that he has used before. He made a farseeing lean of necessary for a new conductor of Financial involvement. Hopefully, Mr. Burgundy will have a couple of dependant people to send to him.

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

"Are you doing OK ?"she asked.

"I guess. I answered lots of emails and read many to a greater extent,"Saint David replied.

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

In Saint David's nous, dinner sounded good, so he headed over to the dining room tabular array. He sat in his usual chair and Dakota sat on his right. All the house members came to the mesa and chose a electric chair, however, no one sat in the chair that Jill usually sat in on the provide position of Saint David. He just stared at the professorship, almost as if she was coming to take her prat at the table.

Each of the member of the house, 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 wholly group seemed very subdued with Jill gone. As everyone was finishing dinner, John got up and walked over to David. He pulled a chair up side by side to David.

"Hey honcho, I have an idea for you to call up about,"St. John the Apostle 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,"Saint John the Apostle said.

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

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

I looked at Dakota, who was nodding her head in a yes manner, telling me silently that we could ferment a positive out of such a vast negative. I just sat there thinking about what John Lackland 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 reckon of the idea ?"Jennifer asked.

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

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

"I was thinking about 100 million."

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

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

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

"Allison and Belinda. They both want out of the business and this labor would break them lineament employment."

Jennifer says,"What about Melanie overseeing the task with Allison and Belinda doing the oink workplace. Mom has a longsighted history with magnanimous sum of money, and she could process part-time keeping Belinda and Allison in hindrance and honest."

"That's not a bad idea. This way both Belinda and Allison could still go to college and I would palpate estimable that soul, such as Melanie was really running the project."

"OK, then tomorrow you will get off your ass and go to the mortarboard. 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 company that has refused to overlay the fire. They sent us a 31-page alphabetic character explaining their view ( the policy company's position ). Our attorney's position is that they agreed to cover up the building without an inspection and thus they should be paying for the scathe. The missive also said that when the fervour department completes its investigation, they will transmit us a report and we will pursue the proper indemnity company to retort us.

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

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

When all three came over to me, whoremonger got up and drug two other chairs over to me where the ladies could sit while I talked to them.

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

"OK, what is it, Jacques Louis David ?"Melanie replied.

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

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

"We form a openhearted organization, dump a bunch of money into the project and let Melanie run the unanimous affair with Allison and Belinda being operable managers."

Melanie smiles indicating that she likes the estimation. Belinda and Allison were interest but not quite as felicitous about the project as Melanie.

"Any questions Lady ?"I asked.

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

"Of course,"I replied.

This made Allison smile more.

"Since this is a charity, how many 60 minutes a week would we be working ? And would we be getting paid ?"Belinda asked.

"Of course, you would be getting paid. I don't remember what you're fashioning now, but how about I double your pay to assume on this project ? Also, maybe about 30 hr a week. Of grade, there will be special weeks where you may hold to work a bit more, but that shouldn't be More than a couple of weeks a year,"I tell Belinda which caused her to smile her beautiful smile.

The three lady looked at each early and all shook their heads in arrangement that they would have the put up positions. Each madam got up and walked over to John and all three of them kissed him and thanked him for his idea.

As the evening went on, Sammy brought out three cake for everyone to revel : Chocolate fudge, lemon tree crème, and Carrot cake. All the noblewoman giggled with excitement seeing the bar. John, of course, got a slice for Diane then three slash for himself.

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