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The Chauffeur ( # 58 ) The ardour

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

On Saturday I was awoken by my cell phone buzzing. I grudgingly got out of bed and scuffed over to the chest of drawers to check my phone. I saw that the textbook was from Roger Lyndon Baines Johnson. The textbook read : Big Fire at an agency column in Wisconsin. call ME ASAP ! Roger.

I called Roger as soon as I read his text message. The 1st call went straight to voicemail. The secondment claim Roger picked up.

"Hey, David, not a honest way to protrude a break of the day. 17 floors of our pillar in Badger State are on fervor. Since it is a Saturday, evacuating the building wasn't that difficult. However, there was some cause the sprinklers didn't go on, so the firefighter are attacking this flame head-on. Currently, this is a 6-alarm flame but will well-nigh likely get raised as the flack is not contained yet."Roger tells me.

I expect that you will be getting phone calls from many of your tenants in the building such as Kraft intellectual nourishment, who is the original proprietor of the edifice. I would check to see but if you didn't buy the belongings in an ‘ as is'shape we should probably get legal involved,"Roger says to me.

I thought about taking the jet to the property in Wisconsin River, but I decided against it since we had another bit of time with limited factor Wade, plus the SS factor who will go with us on this mission out in the LA desert once again. Fred, John, and I are supposed to meet up with the DEA just after 1 pm. All in all, we are supposed to have about 32 people on our side of this mission.

After I hung up from the phone, I noticed that Dakota was in my sleep bed. I tiptoed around her and saw that she was wearing panties just as Dr. Ronda had requested. I headed into the toilet to take care of my daybreak duties which included a straightaway shower. As I had my head underneath the water, I felt the cold air from the lavish door being opened. I turned around expecting to see Dakota, but instead, it was Allison. I haven't played with Allison in quite a while, so it made me smile to see her get into the shower stall with me.

I jokingly pushed her underneath the showerhead to get her entire body wet before I began to moisten her including a shampoo. As I was soaping her up, I leaned in and kissed her on the book binding of the neck. She reached behind her and gave my cock a couple of tower which made me smile.

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

After putting the towels into the shackle, we went to my bedchamber. She put a clean-living dry white tee shirt on with no pantie's underneath. I put on my usual, a duet of shorts plus a whitened tee shirt. Once I was dressed, we left the chamber to have her back to her sleeping room. I opened the room access and she immediately went to her closet and took out a cute outfit to get into. It was a decent scandalmongering print top and a dyad of yellowed boxers. She decided to go barefoot for now, but that may convert later.

When she was finished dressing, we went down to the TV room. No one was in the room, so we turned the TV on, and I selected an all-news epithelial duct to get the most entropy about our tower in Badger State on flaming. Sammy came out to the TV room and asked Allison what she would like for breakfast, she asked for scrambled ballock and sand. Sammy also asked me what I would wish. I told him one of his corking bacon and cheeseflower omelets with some fried potato on the side. He told that my breakfast would take about 20 minutes and that he would put it on the dining room table when it is ready.

I sat down on the couch watching our tower in Wisconsin burn mark. My real appreciativeness was that it was a weekend day and virtually no one had to be evacuated from the building. I texted Jennifer to rick on the TV when she gets up to see our tower in Wisconsin burning. We needed to pull up the sound contracts as well as the records for the fire suppression company on how Holocene epoch the ardor suppression equipment had been checked. I also wanted a list of tenants to be contacted and find out when the flaming section is finished for them to let us have it away what was able to be salvaged out of their offices.

I switched back and Forth on the TV from one news groove to another trying to get salutary shots of the building burning. I put a call option into the blast department in Madison Wisconsin asking them about my building that was on fire. I got a very nice lady who told me that there really was no extra entropy at this time, and she said that they already had my figure and number to be reached once there is something to tell me. I thanked her for her time and hung up.

As I sat on the lounge with Allison, my telephone set buzzed once again. It was from Roger again. This time his schoolbook read : Husband slaying married woman in Chicago in one of the Pinetree hotels. local anesthetic law enforcement will be sending us written matter of all the Police reports.

I just shook my top dog thinking that he was very prophetic in his first textbook message telling me that it wasn't a skilful jump to the day.

I put my arm around Allison and pulled her into me as we watched the newsworthiness. Although I prefer FOX news, I did watch CBS tidings to try and get a dissimilar television camera angle on the fire. One thing that I noticed was a whole lot of reliever standing around by the ardour truck. I wondered to myself why so many multitude were just standing around.

After about an hour of watching the fire on the news, FOX switched away from the fire and did a part on the execution in Chicago in a Pinetree. They clearly pointed out that it was a domestic ferocity example as the married man had been arrested multiple time before.

My sound buzzed once again. This time it was particular Agent Wade of the DEA. She said"calling off the desert progeny as we don't have plenty agents to handle this group. Thanks for the offer of help ”.

I variety of exhaled knowing that my mass won't be put in impairment's way. I went over to the SS Agent and show him my telephone set and the text message. He thanked me for the update. I texted whoremaster and Fred that today's sentence with the DEA is off. A few mo later Fred texted back that he appreciated the update.

As promised, Sammy delivered Allison her eggs and backbone along with a refreshful cup of coffee. He also delivered me the omelet that I asked for along with some fried Solanum tuberosum. He had also poured me a chalk of juice. He put my plate at the head of the table and the one for Allison mighty next to me where Dakota normally sits.

Since the DEA event was off for the day, I dialed up the jet work party and let them know whenever they get ready, I would care to fly to President Madison WI. After hanging up from them I went and woke Dakota and Jill. Since neither one had any java, yet they were both very grumpy. I already had Allison pouring them coffee.

I flicked on the TV in my bedroom. Both Dakota and Jill let out small pant at seeing our tower burning at the stake. I suggested to both to tamp an all-night bag, just in case we end up staying over.

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

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

I also texted Fred to let him have it away that the DEA event today had been canceled. In my text content, I let him know that we were heading to the jet to make a trip-up to our column in Wisconsin.

Diane and trick were the low to arrive at the dining room mesa. John the Evangelist asked for his common kitchen sump omelet. Diane wanted scrambled bollock and a cup of java. I reached into the fridge and gave her a nursing bottle of water as well.

About the meter Bobby was finishing John's omelette, Dakota and Jill came out to the dining room leaving their overnight handbag at the social movement door. King John ate at his normal swiftness shoveling the food into his mouth as quickly as he possibly could.

Since Dakota and Jill were both going with me, both distaff agents and one male factor accompanied us. They each had an overnight bag ready and they set them by the front line door. A few moment later Jennifer joined us. I looked around the room and count whoremonger, Diane, Jennifer, Dakota, Jill, myself and three SS agents. It seemed as if we all were there. However, we only had a town car in the garage, so we had to train a twosome of car. Tina offered to get Diane, John the Divine, and Jennifer. Fred took Jill and her SS agent in the townspeople car. That left Dakota and her agent to twit along with me and my broker. Donna volunteered to take Dakota, and me along with our protection agent to the jet.

When we all arrived at the jet, I gave Fred some selective information about our counter so we would be better prepared with a full-size limo or two to head back to the Chateau. Everyone grabbed their all-night bag and climbed the stairs to introduce the jet. Once we were all into the jet, they closed the doorway and locked it in place. The jet slowly moved from its parking spot towards the runway. We waited in line to get on the runway. There were three spirt in front of us, although once the three jet plane took off, we lined up for put-on as well.

We paused for a moment then we felt the delicious acceleration of the airplane. Before we got to the end of the runway, the nose of the jet took a incisive upward Angle putting us in the air and on our way to Madison, Wisconsin.

Dakota got up and came over to sit by me. She turned around and flipped her tee-shirt up from the spinal column to show me that she was indeed wearing panty, which made me grinning. Dakota sat with her pegleg on top of my lap. She leaned her oral sex into me as we leveled out in the air. I gently began to rub Dakota's legs and feet.

On the other side of me sat Jennifer. John and Diane sat on the dearest tush with Diane leaning her head onto lav's chest. Jennifer put her arms around me and put her head on my left shoulder joint. We ran into some turbulency as we passed over Utah and Colorado, however, once we passed those two states the flight smoothed right out. The flying to WI was right at the three-hour terminus ad quem. Dakota pulled her stage and feet off me when the plane began its descent to land.

Unfortunately, we had to circle the airport a couple of times before the tower gave us permission to land the jet. Finally, we got the airplane on the earth. We taxied the jet to the private carpenter's plane sphere. I saw the two limousine that Dakota had ordered up for us to ride in patch in Wisconsin.

Our pilot program was capable to park the jet amongst other secret planer. We got the door open and went down to the limousine. Jill, Dakota and I along with three SS agents got into one limo with Jennifer, John, and Diane getting into the other limo. Both of our drivers knew where we were headed. They shut the book binding doors and headed the limos down the route towards the burning towers. I could see them a couple of miles before we got to the towers. As we arrived, there were several TV newsworthiness bunch filming the attack and taking interviews with hoi polloi who had nothing to do with the tower, they just happened to be standing shut down, so they were interviewing them.

CHAPTER 2

When we pulled up to the roped-off area by the towboat entrance, I put my in force face on to babble out to the TV reporters about the towboat. Lots of question were asked of me. I looked for and finally found the fervour Chief. I asked him if everyone was OK and that there were no people left in the tower. He told me that they got everyone out and that only property damage, no man injuries, which made me feel good.

I did manage to investigate about when the fire investigation would get down. The representative from the fervor Department told me that no investigating would begin until after the entire attack was completely out.

I got a phone call from especial Agent Wade. She told me that she got into a bit of fuss for allowing my mathematical group to help her DEA federal agent in taking down the Mexican Drug cartel. I apologized to her for getting her into a bit of bother, but she told me to not worry about it.

We pulled the two limousine just a few foundation away from the TV news vans. I got out with Jennifer and Dakota by my face. We answered as many of the doubt as we could, but we did stress that we were thankful that there was no one inside the government agency townsman and that we will be happy with getting the answer of the attack investigation.

One of the cinematographer told us that it will be close-fitting to 12 time of day before the fire is out then they will start the investigation. I thanked him for the data and asked where a adept buffet car is that's not too far away. He recommended a mom and pop diner that was about 8 blocks removed from the fervor. When we arrived at the diner, both drivers parked the limos at the far street corner of the parking lot. We all got out and went inside.

The situation was virtually vacuous, but one of our drivers told us all that the food was dependable, so we took his suggestion and decided to stay put. With there being a amount of 9 of us, we pushed two tables together and sat down. A nice older waitress came over to our table and started taking drink orders. She discussed the special of the day, which was eggplant parmesan with a small side salad and a heavy slice of garlic bread.

Jill wanted the particular, Dakota ordered a grilled cheese sandwich with a bowl of tomato soup. Jennifer ordered Anguilla sucklandii salad on crisp sourdough bread. John and Diane both ordered the extra as well. I went in a totally dissimilar centering ; I ordered a BLT on white toast with mayo and two slicing of Lycopersicon esculentum. I ordered a Coke and everyone else ordered a soda as well. I didn't hear what the SS agents ordered since they ended up sitting at a put off next to us.

So, it ended up being 6 of my playgroup and 3 agentive role. I quietly told the waitress that I was picking up the beak for the protection team that was sitting at a different table. Since the eatery wasn't all that busy, the repast came quickly. One matter that I noticed was that anyone who ordered a sandwich, such as me only got the sandwich. When I pressed the waitress, she told me that you must society French fries or a side salad otherwise you only get the sandwich. The waitress trying to appease all of us brought a big home of Gallic Fry. Dakota, as usual, put some of the tyke on to a small plate and slathered them with catsup before taking some and stuffing them into my mouthpiece and giggling all about it.

It didn't take prospicient, but the SS agents finished quite quickly their meal, while my table was still working on their meal. I guess the fries arriving late helped slacken us down.

The waitress noticed that all the SS agents where carrying small-arm. She asked how seminal fluid they had gun. I explained that they are protection agent for me and Jill and Dakota. The waitress shrugged and walked away, clearly ; she didn't understand what I had told her.

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

When three very loud teenagers came into the eatery, I saw that the SS agents got a bit neural. The stripling sat down a few tables away from us. One of the federal agent moved her chair over next to Dakota and Jill. The stripling noticed her do that and made a loud scuttlebutt about how preposterous they thought my trade protection detail was. They decided to provoke the factor by taunting them verbally. The broker didn't say a password but when one of the stripling got up and walked over to get in their brass, the male agent stood up and asked the teenager to go back to his table. Instead, he decided that he would do what he wanted to do and there was nada that the agentive role could do about it.

Just as the teenager decided to take a lilt at the agent, the adolescent had his grimace bounced off the table and was handcuffed in sec. That only escalated the situation. The waitress demanded that the federal agent discharge the teenager. The teenager only threatened the agent Thomas More. Now all three agent were involved, and they asked the teens to go back to their mesa and just go away us alone. The teens decided that they were ripe and took a golf shot at the agents. All three agents took the teenager down like calves at a rodeo. All three were lying brass down on their table with the waitress shouting at the broker that she's about to call the police force and that they would find real trouble as the Sherriff doesn't like strangers who cause problem. At this point, Dakota stood up and told the waitress that we can get bad service and rumbustious stripling at any buffet car in the world and that she should rest out of our business.

I asked for the bill, which the waitress had to add once again. I got up and went to the cash register to pay the measure, but she was too busy running her lip with the cook. I looked at the total on the bill and threw down enough to pay the government note but only left her a 5 % tip since she decided to come in her nose into our business. Dakota took a snapshot of the money next to the bill, so she couldn't call the Sherriff and narrate him that we did the old Dine and Dash turn. I asked the SS broker to release the teens, which they did, but they were set up to re-cuff them if they decided once again to put their nose into our business.

The nine of us walked out of the eatery with the waitress telling us not to rush back. Dakota was agile to say her that we wouldn't come back if the solid food was free. That made all of us laugh as we left.

We got back into the limos and headed back to the tug to see if the flack was under ascendancy yet. When we got there, we saw that the tower was still on fervency, but it appeared to be much more under control at this point. Most of the new caravan left with only the one from FOX news remaining.

We all got out of the limousine and stood there watching the fireman attacking the fire on various floors.

Dakota, Jill, Jennifer, and I started making renter phone calls. Everyone was informed about the attack and that the tower may not be open for several days. I asked the people from Kraft why the sprinklers didn't gripe on ; they had no reply for that question.

I dialed up our effectual department to have them rive all the paperwork on the acquisition of that billet tug. They told me that it would shoot a couple of days, but they will send me transcript for me to expect over. Our top legal attorney for property acquisition told me he would send me his analysis of the paperwork and enjoin me if it was an ‘ as is'purchase or something else. I thanked him and hung up the phone.

As we stood there making phone outcry, the newsman for FOX word came over to one of the agents and asked who to speak to about this fire. They politely pointed at me. The reporter, named Ashley LBJ, was gorgeous and polite. When I finished my sound yell, I turned off my speech sound and put it in my pocket. She asked me several query while I was being videotaped. She thanked me for the individual consultation and left with her cinematographer. I asked one of the ardor department senior pilot when they thought it would be completely out. He told me that it will be at least late tomorrow and possibly into the following day before they will have the firing completely out and able to begin their investigation of the fire. I thanked him for his sentence and gathered my people to channelise back to the jet.

It took several minutes to get to the jet but once we were there, we all walked the steps and got into the jet, glad to be leaving this city. The co-pilot closed the crosshatch and took us to the rails. The jet once again accelerated down the track and into the air to steer back home. I knew that the flight would take another three hours, but I was quick to study a trivial nap. I stretched out and found Dakota curl up into me as the trajectory went towards home.

Once again, we experienced some small amount of turbulence over Colorado and Utah, but once we hit California, we were in the discharge and it was smooth gliding from that peak on to LA.

CHAPTER 3

As the jet went from a stratum flight of stairs to a descent preparing to set ashore, Dakota rolled off me and I opened my centre. I asked the SS agents if they think anything will come of the teen, they didn't believe anything would, but they said that they would chink in with local law enforcement just to realise sure.

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

The pilot and co-pilot taxied the jet around to the face of the airport that other private reverse lightning were parked, and our jet was parked right adjacent to them. Once the jet came to a stop, the co-pilot extended the steps down and we all began to get off the plane.

Jill, Dakota, and I along with our three SS broker got into the large of the limos and John, Diane, and Jennifer got into the second limo. Fred started our limo and the distaff number one wood, whom I didn't know started the other limousine and we all headed to the chateau. The drive didn't take long at all since it was still Saturday.

"Hey, Fred, who's the dame that is driving the former limousine ?"I asked.

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

"fountainhead, that's great to listen,"I say to Fred.

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

"Oh, we 're doing just ticket, give thanks you for asking. She's really made a friend with Tina's female parent Deloris which I think is adept for her. I mean, she loves all the youthfulness in our home, but it is prissy for her to have soul closer to her own age to share life story experiences with,"Fred tells me.

"I agree completely,"I tell Fred.

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

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

"David, you know about the domesticated fury case in Michigan, don't you ?"Fred asks me.

"Yes, I know. Not really the great startle to the day. Our tower in Wisconsin on fire and a domesticated violence execution in boodle at a Pinetree, kind of like a one-two punch.

My phone buzzed. It was Allison calling me.

"Hey, pet, what's up ?"I ask her.

"I'm really not feeling good and wonder what I should do,"She asks me.

"Are you still at the household ?"I ask her.

"Well, um….I'm at the depot,"she tells me, which sort of chafe me.

"What depot are you at ?"I ask.

"Macy's. I thought I would look at their sale on some winter garb but once I got here, I started feeling poorly,"she says to me.

I direct Fred to head to Macy's to blame up Allison. I have Dakota calling Dr. Ronda to let her bonk that we will be bringing Allison to see her shortly. Dr. Ronda tells Dakota to just get Allison and take her binding to the Chateau and she will meet us there.

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

"darling how much water have you had today ?"I ask her.

"Um, some. I don't really make out,"she says. Now I'm worried about her.

Fred is racing the limo back to the Chateau. I am just stroking Allison's principal hoping that it will soothe her. Fred pushes several xanthous lights before he finally gets us back to the Chateau. He pokes the requisite buttons to afford the outer gate then open the inner gate. I see Dr. Ronda's car already in the courtyard.

Fred pulls the limousine up to the front doorway. We all get out. I carry Allison inside the house and lay her John L. H. Down on the couch. Dr. Ronda comes over to her and begins taking vital signs, checking blood pressing, listening to her heart and her breathing. She puts on the blood imperativeness cuff.

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

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

Fred gets the limo racing towards urban center hospital with Dr. Ronda right behind the limousine. Dr. Ronda pushes several xanthous lights and even and red light. Getting to urban center hospital took about half the time it normally does. Fred just pulled the limo right in front line of the ER entrance. Dr. Ronda parked her car in the doc parking lot and hurried into the ER.

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

A nurse came into the exam room to attend to Dr. Ronda. They asked Allison if she was sensitised to anything. Allison told her that she was allergic to morphine and a couple of other drugs. Dr. Ronda ordered a different pain medicinal drug to help Allison. She also ordered a blood draw play as she suspects that Allison has some variety of infection but needs the lab oeuvre to confirm that.

Allison is drowsy, and I just stand there caressing her hair which variety of makes her grinning. The two federal agent that came along to ward Dakota and I are standing like safety dogs right outside the examination elbow room doorway.

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

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

As expected, Dr. Ronda has the nurses arranging a room for Allison. When the transport guy comes to claim her, Dakota and I follow close behind along with our two SS agents. We walk through the tangle of the hallway until they get to way 1708 where they put Allison in the room. It is a ace way, so Allison won't be sharing with someone else. I suspect that is because she has an transmission and the hospital doesn't want her spreading the infection that she has with some other infirmary patient.

Allison isn't in the room very long before Dr. Ronda comes in and checks on her. Dakota is on one side of the bed and I'm on the early, but when Dr. Ronda comes into the room, Dakota changes position of Allison to remain firm next to me allowing Dr. Ronda space to do her examen of Allison.

Dakota texts Tina the room number that Allison is in so masses from the Chateau could some sojourn with her. Dr. Ronda estimates that Allison will be in City Hospital about a workweek. I am worried about Allison, but with Dr. Ronda in accusation of Allison, my fears are minimal.

The two SS agents once again are standing outside the hospital room much like safety frankfurter, both Dakota and I find that a bit humorous. Allison is sound asleep and I'm caressing her hair. I'm worrying about Allison, but only to a sealed amount of headache. My master concern is wondering how Allison got this infection and is there something that we need to speak at the Chateau to hold others from acquiring this infection.

I told Dakota to help me set up for the HR convention that we will be having on Monday of future week. I need some Plan B mass just in showcase some end up getting fired or stop on me.

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

Sitting in Allison's elbow room, the TV still showed the fire from Wisconsin. You could see that the fire was now under control, but not out just yet. I shook my caput watching the news show magazine about the tower.

When 8 pm came around, the declaration that visiting hours were now over, and it was fourth dimension to make your way out of city hospital. Visiting hours would begin at 9 am tomorrow morning. Dakota and I got up and went to the heraldic bearing nurses'desk to micturate sure they had both my cell telephone and Dakota's cubicle telephone set numbers. I also saw Dr. Ronda coming out of another patient's room. I went over to her and gave her a passionate kiss which caused her to respond in kind.

Dakota and I along with our two SS broker left urban center Hospital and walked outside the front main incoming to come up Fred waiting for us. We got into the back and Fred closed the doorway. When he got the limo moving, he asked how Allison was doing. We told her that they believe that she has an infection and will be in the hospital for about a week.

In the back of the limo, I stretched my legs out. Dakota switched fanny and snuggled up to me putting her foreland on my chest.

"Darling, how are you doing ?"I asked.

"fountainhead, since I'm here with my Daddy, I'm doing just fine,"She says to me.

I caress her whisker as I hear her purport to sleep while laying on my chest.

It doesn't subscribe too long for Fred to get us back to the Chateau. He drops us at the front door and parked the limousine in the garage. I let the SS federal agent know that I will most in all likelihood make another trip to City Hospital to visit Allison tomorrow morning. They thank me for giving them a head's up about the visit.

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

Tina comes over and tells us that Jill went to bed early as she was just tired out. Tina gives me a kiss, very erotic and passionate. Fred walks through the front room to guide down the hall to Mom's elbow room. I heard the door open and then close. I just smile happy that Mom and Fred have been seeing each other for quite a spell no. We haven't found a man for Tina's mom just yet, but we will.

CHAPTER 4

When I woke up the next morning, Jill told me that she thought she would stay in bed for a while. I asked if she thought she should go see Dr. Ronda, but she fussed at me. When I finished my sunrise duty in the bathroom, I texted Dr. Ronda that now Jill wasn't feeling adept. She texted right hand back that she will come to visit Jill before she heads to City Hospital to see Allison.

I turn on the TV and see that the fire in our tower still is the lead story on the morning news. However, it appears as if the fire is almost out. I call the Fire department in Wisconsin River and ask how far along in putting the fire out they might be. The dame at the fervour department tells me that it is about 90 % out and they are checking for any hot berth since there is so much paper, plus they are checking the storey both above and below where the ardour took seat. I thanked her for her time and hung up.

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

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

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

When we arrive at the hospital, Fred drops the three of us off at the principal entrance. The two SS federal agent that came with us also get out at the forepart door to the hospital. The five of us weave our way through the maze of hallways to get to Allison's room number 1708. When we arrive, Allison is eating some grits and some scrambled powdered eggs. She has a glass of OJ as well as a bad cup of coffee. She puts cream pitcher and sugar in the java to try and serve the taste, but they really don't help at all.

I hug Allison to relax her. She tells me that she really doesn't feel all that dissimilar than when we brought her to the hospital. I take a looking at the chart the nursemaid and MD have written their bill into. They all seem to signal that Allison is suffering from an infection although they don't acknowledgment where the infection is located in the body. I see her vitals that they keep talking and they show that Allison's blood force per unit area is a bit high-pitched and that her white blood count is extremely richly. Dr. Ronda ordered some antibiotic drug along with another bag of fluids to restrain her hydrated.

It makes me remember about the ladies that are back at the Chateau. Are they all dehydrated ? Is there something that is being passed around ? Do we ask to do a dispatch scrubbing from top to penetrate to eliminate any germs in our house ?

After we visit with Allison for a while, we all head back to the limo for Fred to remove us back home. Dakota reminds me that I have the HR encounter tomorrow morning at 9 am at the pattern gist. I ask her to group every HR person by where they are in the country and to print out potency names as replacements in type some quit or get let go tomorrow.

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

Dr. Ronda prescribed some antibiotics for the ladies, strong enough to attack the virus, but gentle enough to not hurt the babies. She had them sent to Walgreen's. Tina went to pick them up after two hours.

On Mon good morning, I woke up with two matter on my brain. One, how are the dame doing ? Two, how many HR people will we turn a loss today ?

I get up and do my morning duties in the bath, including taking a skillful hot exhibitor. No one joined me in the rain shower stall, which was a dainty respite for me.

I put on a nice dress shirt, Black slack water, and a tie. I brought my suit coat along, but I wasn't sure if I felt like wearing it or not. I met Dakota and Tina at the front line door along with one female person and one male person agent to protect us. Fred took us to the convention center where he dropped us off at the main entrance.

I head inside and chose a bum on the stage. Dakota also took a seat next to Tina with the two SS agents standing off to one position but keeping closemouthed proximity to Tina, Dakota, and myself.

As 9 am rolled around, the massive numeral of HR multitude entered the master door of the convention center room. The people at the front man desks were directing the HR people to sit together by district, which they did. They seemed excited that they were sitting together.

I purposely began the meeting a bit late so everyone had the opportunity to find their keister and not miss anything that I wanted to say. The first thing that I talked about was how many new employees were not processed properly into our system of rules. I pointed out that it costs us hundred of dollars supernumerary when we don't set up a new employee properly. They expect to be paid on payday-like everyone else, but if they are not set up correctly then we have to festinate paying them with a paycheck and overnight mail it to them. Instead of them getting unmediated deposit.

I pointed out the district that were not being successful and having the most special cut tab for new employees. I also pointed out just how many citizenry were still in our system of rules that had already been terminated. Most of the HR people gasped when I told them how many employees this mismanagement of payroll department and new employee processing cost the company along with how many citizenry, we overpaid by not terminating them as they should induce been.

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

I asked for a commitment from each dominion to do a better job in terminating departed employees and processing the paperwork for new employees to put them on the payroll.

Most every HR someone committed to doing a good job at handling new employees. I started with the top 10 incommode districts in our fellowship. I didn't epithet any name calling, but several people who knew that their territory was not doing the job properly got up and left their workplace cay on the mesa. I watched as they walked out the door and left hand. There was a lot of whispering about people quitting, which didn't both me. We had only two districts that the entire district quit and thankfully it was the tail end two dominion of the entire society. Once they got up and left, I had Dakota and Tina collect their companionship identify off the tables.

As we approached lunch, I saw the rescue drivers from jimmy John the Divine's bringing in boxes of sandwiches and micro chip along with tank of sal soda and water.

Dakota went to the food for thought and got 5 sandwiches and 5 drinking. She handed the two SS agents their sandwiches first and their drinks then sat down with Tina and I to have dejeuner. Oddly enough, we had a few people who wanted to sit with us to pick our mental capacity on what we were going to do about the HR people who quit and just walked out. I explained that we have people waiting in the wings to be promoted, plus I wanted to keep down the boilers suit number of HR people in our ship's company. They seemed to concur with me on my plan.

After the lunch was over, I called out several people and promoted them to get HR staff office. I still predict these people my architectural plan B multitude. They all are excited that they have been recognized as promotable citizenry in our company. When I announced multitude's names, I got lots of squealing and clapping. At 4 pm, I ended the HR pattern by thanking everyone for attending. When I left the degree I received a standing ovation, which made me smiling. I gathered up my two Lady and the two SS agents and headed out to the limo. Where Fred was waiting patiently to involve us home.

I asked that we stop and see Allison at City infirmary. Fred made the requirement adjustments and was in strawman of the infirmary in just a few minutes.

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

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