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The Chauffeur ( # 58 ) The fervour

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

On Saturday I was awoken by my prison cell earphone buzzing. I grudgingly got out of bed and scuffed over to the dresser to check my phone. I saw that the school text was from Roger Johnson. The text read : Big flame at an office tower in Wisconsin River. CALL ME ASAP ! Roger.

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

"Hey, Jacques Louis David, not a dear way to start up a break of the day. 17 floors of our pillar in WI are on fire. Since it is a Saturday, evacuating the building wasn't that difficult. However, there was some reason the sprinklers didn't go on, so the firefighter are attacking this fire head-on. Currently, this is a 6-alarm fire but will nigh likely get raised as the flaming is not contained yet."Roger tells me.

I expect that you will be getting telephone set vociferation from many of your tenant in the construction such as kraft nutrient, who is the original possessor of the construction. I would check to see but if you didn't buy the property in an ‘ as is'condition we should probably get sound involved,"Roger says to me.

I thought about taking the jet to the property in Wisconsin, but I decided against it since we had another bit of clip with exceptional Agent Wade, plus the SS agentive role who will accompany us on this mission out in the LA desert once again. Fred, whoremaster, and I are supposed to receive up with the DEA just after 1 pm. All in all, we are supposed to have about 32 multitude 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 pantie just as Dr. Ronda had requested. I headed into the lavatory to make maintenance of my sunrise duties which included a quick shower bath. As I had my head underneath the water, I felt the cold air from the shower room access 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 launder her including a shampoo. As I was soaping her up, I leaned in and kissed her on the back of the cervix. She reached behind her and gave my shaft a couple of tug which made me smile.

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

After putting the towels into the hamper, we went to my chamber. She put a clean dry snowy tee shirt on with no panty's underneath. I put on my common, a pair of shorts plus a bloodless tee shirt. Once I was dressed, we left the bedroom to necessitate her spinal column to her bedroom. I opened the door and she immediately went to her closet and took out a cute turnout to jade. It was a courteous yellow mark top and a pair of yellow shorts. She decided to go barefoot for now, but that may commute later.

When she was finished dressing, we went down to the TV room. No one was in the way, so we turned the TV on, and I selected an all-news channel to get the most entropy about our tower in Wisconsin on fire. Sammy came out to the TV room and asked Allison what she would like for breakfast, she asked for scrambled bollock and grits. Sammy also asked me what I would like. I told him one of his great bacon and cheese omelette with some fried potatoes on the side. He told that my breakfast would direct about 20 minute of arc and that he would put it on the dining way table when it is ready.

I sat down on the couch watching our towboat in Badger State burn mark. My existent thankfulness was that it was a weekend day and virtually no one had to be evacuated from the construction. I texted Jennifer to flex on the TV when she gets up to see our towboat in Wisconsin burning at the stake. We needed to pull the legal contracts as well as the records for the flak suppression companionship on how recent the flak suppression equipment had been checked. I also wanted a list of renter to be contacted and find out when the fire section is finished for them to let us know what was able to be salvaged out of their offices.

I switched back and forth on the TV from one intelligence epithelial duct to another trying to get meliorate scene of the building combustion. I put a call into the Fire Department in President Madison Wisconsin asking them about my building that was on fire. I got a very dainty lady who told me that there really was no additional information at this time, and she said that they already had my figure and number to be reached once there is something to state me. I thanked her for her metre and hung up.

As I sat on the couch with Allison, my phone buzzed once again. It was from Roger again. This sentence his text read : married man murders wife in Newmarket in one of the Pinetree hotels. local anaesthetic law enforcement will be sending us copies of all the police reports.

I just shook my principal thought that he was very prophetic in his first text substance telling me that it wasn't a expert starting line to the day.

I put my arm around Allison and pulled her into me as we watched the news. Although I prefer FOX word, I did watch CBS tidings to try and get a different camera slant on the ardour. One thing that I noticed was a hale lot of firemen standing around by the flaming hand truck. I wondered to myself why so many people were just standing around.

After about an time of day of watching the flak on the newsworthiness, FOX switched away from the firing and did a piece on the murder in stops in a Pinetree. They clearly pointed out that it was a house servant vehemence case as the husband had been arrested multiple clip before.

My phone buzzed once again. This clock time it was Special Agent Wade of the DEA. She said"calling off the desert takings as we don't have plenty factor to wield this group. Thanks for the whirl of help ”.

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

As promised, Sammy delivered Allison her eggs and grits along with a fresh cup of umber. He also delivered me the omelet that I asked for along with some fried potatoes. He had also poured me a ice of juice. He put my plateful at the head of the table and the one for Allison rightfulness next to me where Dakota normally sits.

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

I flicked on the TV in my bedchamber. Both Dakota and Jill let out small gasps at seeing our tower burning. I suggested to both to pack an overnight bag, just in character we end up staying over.

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

I texted Diane telling her that we were making a trip to Wisconsin and that I would like her and can and Jennifer to fall in me in the jet. It took a duet of minutes, but I finally got two text messages. One from Diane telling me that she and lavatory were getting fix and one from Jennifer telling me she would be prepare in less than a half-hour.

I also texted Fred to let him know that the DEA consequence today had been canceled. In my text subject matter, I let him know that we were heading to the jet to get to a tripper to our tower in Wisconsin.

Diane and John were the first to get at the dining room tabular array. John asked for his common kitchen sink omelet. Diane wanted scrambled eggs and a cup of coffee. I reached into the fridge and gave her a bottleful of piddle as well.

About the clip Bobby was finishing John the Evangelist's omelet, Dakota and Jill came out to the dining way leaving their overnight bag at the front door. John ate at his normal speed shoveling the food for thought into his mouth as quickly as he possibly could.

Since Dakota and Jill were both going with me, both female broker and one male agentive role accompanied us. They each had an all-night bag make and they set them by the front threshold. A few moment later Jennifer joined us. I looked around the room and depend Gospel According to John, Diane, Jennifer, Dakota, Jill, myself and three SS agentive role. It seemed as if we all were there. However, we only had a township car in the garage, so we had to take a brace of gondola. Tina offered to drive Diane, John, and Jennifer. Fred took Jill and her SS Agent in the town car. That left Dakota and her agent to tantalise along with me and my agent. Donna volunteered to submit Dakota, and me along with our surety agents to the jet.

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

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

Dakota got up and came over to sit by me. She turned around and flipped her tee-shirt up from the back to show me that she was indeed wearing step-in, which made me smile. Dakota sat with her peg on top of my lap. She leaned her head teacher into me as we leveled out in the air. I gently began to rub Dakota's peg and feet.

On the other side of meat of me sat Jennifer. Saint John and Diane sat on the love tooshie with Diane leaning her head onto King John's pectus. Jennifer put her arms around me and put her head on my left shoulder. We ran into some turbulence as we passed over Utah and Colorado, however, once we passed those two State the flight smoothed right out. The flight to Wisconsin was right at the three-hour limit. Dakota pulled her legs and understructure off me when the carpenter's plane began its descent to land.

Unfortunately, we had to circle the airport a couple of times before the towboat gave us license to land the jet. Finally, we got the plane on the dry land. We taxied the jet to the common soldier sheet sphere. I saw the two limo that Dakota had ordered up for us to ride in spell in Wisconsin.

Our airplane pilot was able to park the jet amongst former private planer. We got the door open and went down to the limousine. Jill, Dakota and I along with three SS agentive role got into one limousine with Jennifer, John, and Diane getting into the former limousine. Both of our drivers knew where we were headed. They shut the spinal column doors and headed the limousine down the route towards the burning towboat. I could see them a distich of miles before we got to the towers. As we arrived, there were respective TV intelligence crews filming the fire and taking audience with people who had zilch to do with the tower, they just happened to be standing closing, so they were interviewing them.

CHAPTER 2

When we pulled up to the roped-off area by the tower entering, I put my outdo grimace on to tattle to the TV reporters about the tower. band of inquiry were asked of me. I looked for and finally found the flak Chief. I asked him if everyone was OK and that there were no people left in the towboat. He told me that they got everyone out and that only attribute impairment, no human injuries, which made me feel good.

I did manage to ask about when the fire investigating would set out. The congressman from the fervency Department told me that no investigating would begin until after the entire fire was completely out.

I got a telephone set call from Special Agent Wade. She told me that she got into a bit of worry for allowing my group to assist her DEA agents in taking down the Mexican Drug cartel. I apologized to her for getting her into a bit of fuss, but she told me to not worry about it.

We pulled the two limo just a few feet away from the TV news vanguard. I got out with Jennifer and Dakota by my side. We answered as many of the questions as we could, but we did try that we were thankful that there was no one inside the part towner and that we will be happy with getting the results of the fervency investigation.

One of the cameraman told us that it will be closer to 12 60 minutes before the fire is out then they will begin the probe. I thanked him for the information and asked where a good buffet car is that's not too far away. He recommended a mom and pop diner that was about 8 blocks removed from the fire. When we arrived at the dining car, both device driver parked the limo at the far corner of the parking lot. We all got out and went inside.

The office was virtually empty, but one of our number one wood told us all that the intellectual nourishment was salutary, so we took his hypnotism and decided to bide. With there being a total of 9 of us, we pushed two tabular array together and sat down. A nice older waitress came over to our mesa and started taking deglutition club. She discussed the special of the day, which was brinjal parmesan with a small incline salad and a declamatory slice of Allium sativum bread.

Jill wanted the special, Dakota ordered a grilled cheeseflower sandwich with a bowlful of tomato soup. Jennifer ordered tunny salad on toast sourdough bread. John and Diane both ordered the especial as well. I went in a totally dissimilar direction ; I ordered a BLT on white toast with mayo and two gash of tomato. I ordered a Coca Cola and everyone else ordered a soda as well. I didn't hear what the SS factor ordered since they ended up sitting at a table future to us.

So, it ended up being 6 of my playgroup and 3 federal agent. I quietly told the waitress that I was picking up the bill for the protection team that was sitting at a unlike table. Since the eatery wasn't all that busy, the meals 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 Order French tike or a side salad otherwise you only get the sandwich. The waitress trying to placate all of us brought a big plate of French people nipper. Dakota, as common, put some of the fries on to a small plate and slathered them with cetchup before taking some and stuffing them into my mouth and giggling all about it.

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

The waitress noticed that all the SS agents where carrying firearms. She asked how follow they had heavy weapon. I explained that they are auspices factor 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 brass, which made both giggles as well as the respite of the table.

When three very aloud teenagers came into the restaurant, I saw that the SS federal agent got a bit nervous. The teen sat down a few tables away from us. One of the agent moved her chair over next to Dakota and Jill. The teens noticed her do that and made a loud gossip about how ridiculous they thought my protection item was. They decided to provoke the federal agent by taunting them verbally. The agent didn't say a tidings but when one of the adolescent got up and walked over to get in their face, the Male agentive role stood up and asked the teen to go back to his table. Instead, he decided that he would do what he wanted to do and there was goose egg that the broker could do about it.

Just as the teenager decided to strike a swing at the agent, the adolescent had his side bounced off the table and was handcuffed in seconds. That only escalated the situation. The waitress demanded that the federal agent issue the teenager. The teenager only threatened the agent more. Now all three broker were involved, and they asked the teens to go back to their tabular array and just provide us alone. The teen decided that they were redress and took a swing at the agentive role. All three agents took the adolescent down like calf at a rodeo. All three were lying face down on their table with the waitress yelling at the agents that she's about to call up the police force and that they would recover real worry as the Sherriff doesn't like strangers who cause trouble. At this point, Dakota stood up and told the waitress that we can get bad service and boisterous adolescent at any diner in the world and that she should ride out 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 bill, but she was too busy running her mouthpiece with the Captain Cook. I looked at the total on the invoice and threw down enough to pay the invoice but only left her a 5 % tip since she decided to interject her nose into our business organisation. Dakota took a snap of the money next to the vizor, so she couldn't foretell the Sherriff and tell him that we did the old Dine and style turn. I asked the SS agents to let go of the teens, which they did, but they were prepare to re-cuff them if they decided once again to put their nozzle into our business.

The nine of us walked out of the restaurant with the waitress telling us not to hurry back. Dakota was quick to distinguish her that we wouldn't come back if the intellectual nourishment was justify. That made all of us laugh as we left.

We got back into the limos and headed back to the towers to see if the fire was under controller yet. When we got there, we saw that the pillar was still on fire, but it appeared to be much more under control at this point. nigh of the new vans left with only the one from FOX intelligence remaining.

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

Dakota, Jill, Jennifer, and I started making tenant sound calls. Everyone was informed about the fire and that the tower may not be unresolved for various days. I asked the mass from Kraft why the sprinklers didn't bang on ; they had no solution for that question.

I dialed up our legal section to birth them pull all the paperwork on the attainment of that office tower. They told me that it would guide a match of days, but they will send me transcript for me to count over. Our top legal lawyer for property acquisition told me he would send me his psychoanalysis of the paperwork and tell me if it was an ‘ as is'purchase or something else. I thanked him and hung up the phone.

As we stood there making speech sound cry, the reporter for FOX news came over to one of the agents and asked who to utter to about this fervency. They politely pointed at me. The newsperson, named Ashley Johnson, was gorgeous and cultivated. When I finished my telephone set call, I turned off my phone and put it in my pocket. She asked me various questions while I was being videotaped. She thanked me for the individual interview and left with her cameraman. I asked one of the fire section police chief when they thought it would be completely out. He told me that it will be at to the lowest degree late tomorrow and possibly into the come after day before they will have the firing completely out and able to get down their probe of the fervency. I thanked him for his time and gathered my people to head back to the jet.

It took several transactions to get to the jet but once we were there, we all walked the steps and got into the jet, felicitous to be leaving this metropolis. The co-pilot closed the hatch and took us to the rails. The jet once again accelerated down the runway and into the air to head back home. I knew that the trajectory would have another three hours, but I was cook to choose a little nap. I stretched out and found Dakota curl up up into me as the flight went towards home.

Once again, we experienced some pocket-size sum of money of upheaval over Colorado River and UT, but once we hit California, we were in the clear and it was still sailing from that degree on to LA.

CHAPTER 3

As the jet went from a level flight to a stock preparing to land, Dakota rolled off me and I opened my eyes. I asked the SS factor if they think anything will get along of the teen, they didn't believe anything would, but they said that they would check in with topical anaesthetic law enforcement just to make sure.

It was only a few minutes before the jet made a shrill downswing to land. Apparently, that portion of the trajectory always makes Dakota anxious as she squeezed me tightly just before the roulette wheel hit the rail. As we taxied around to where our limo were waiting, I saw Fred standing stoically outside one of the limousine. I heard Dakota William Tell Jill that when Fred is driving the limousine, she feels much better. Jill agreed with her.

The pilot program and copilot taxied the jet around to the English of the airport that other secret jets were parked, and our jet was parked right next to them. Once the jet came to a plosive speech sound, the co-pilot extended the whole tone down and we all began to get off the plane.

Jill, Dakota, and I along with our three SS agentive role got into the large of the limo and John, Diane, and Jennifer got into the second limo. Fred started our limo and the female driver, whom I didn't know started the former limo and we all headed to the chateau. The drive didn't adopt long at all since it was still Saturday.

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

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

"Well, that's great to get a line,"I say to Fred.

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

"Oh, we 're doing just fine, give thanks you for asking. She's really made a champion with Tina's Mother Deloris which I think is good for her. I mean, she loves all the youth in our house, but it is Nice for her to feature someone tight to her own age to plowshare animation experiences with,"Fred tells me.

"I agree completely,"I tell Fred.

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

"well, it looks as if the tower will be burning for at to the lowest degree another 24-36 hours. After they finally get the tower put out, only then will start the investigation,"I tell Fred.

"Jacques Louis David, you know about the domestic help violence case in Chicago, don't you ?"Fred asks me.

"Yes, I know. Not really the great scratch line to the day. Our tower in Wisconsin on fire and a domestic violence murder in Chicago 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 family ?"I ask her.

"Well, um….I'm at the shop,"she tells me, which variety of rile me.

"What depot are you at ?"I ask.

"Macy's. I thought I would reckon at their sales event on some winter attire but once I got here, I started feeling poorly,"she says to me.

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

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

"favourite how practically water have you had today ?"I ask her.

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

Fred is racing the limousine back to the Chateau. I am just stroking Allison's forefront hoping that it will soothe her. Fred pushes several yellow lights before he finally gets us back to the Chateau. He pokes the necessary push button to open the outer logic gate then unfold the inner logic gate. I see Dr. Ronda's car already in the courtyard.

Fred pulls the limo up to the battlefront door. We all get out. I carry Allison inside the house and lay her down on the couch. Dr. Ronda comes over to her and begins taking vital signs, checking roue pressure, listening to her heart and her breathing. She puts on the roue pressure 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 whoremaster, 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 improper with her.

Dr. Ronda believes that Allison has something such as an contagion. She wants us to assume her to urban center infirmary for a few years stay. I carry her back out to the limo and one broker goes with me. Dakota also joins me in the limo along with a female agent to protect her. Jill decides to stick at the Chateau.

Fred gets the limo racing towards metropolis Hospital with Dr. Ronda right behind the limo. Dr. Ronda pushes respective yellow lights and even and red light. Getting to metropolis Hospital took about half the prison term it normally does. Fred just pulled the limo right in front of the ER entrance. Dr. Ronda parked her car in the doc parking lot and hurried into the ER.

Dr. Ronda took control and guided us to an test 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 set out to rehydrate.

A nurse came into the exam way to assist Dr. Ronda. They asked Allison if she was supersensitive to anything. Allison told her that she was hypersensitive to morphine and a twain of other drugs. Dr. Ronda ordered a different pain medicine to assist Allison. She also ordered a blood draw play as she suspects that Allison has some sort of infection but needs the lab employment to sustain that.

Allison is drowsy, and I just stand there caressing her hair which sort of makes her smile. The two agents that came along to ward Dakota and I are standing like sentry duty frankfurter right outside the exam room doorway.

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

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

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

Allison isn't in the 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 other, but when Dr. Ronda comes into the room, Dakota changes slope of Allison to stick out side by side to me allowing Dr. Ronda blank to do her examination of Allison.

Dakota texts Tina the room number that Allison is in so people from the Chateau could some visit with her. Dr. Ronda estimates that Allison will be in City hospital about a week. I am worried about Allison, but with Dr. Ronda in cathexis of Allison, my fears are minimal.

The two SS agents once again are standing outside the hospital way much like guard blackguard, both Dakota and I find that a bit humourous. Allison is phone asleep and I'm caressing her hair. I'm worrying about Allison, but only to a certain amount of worry. My main headache is wondering how Allison got this transmission and is there something that we need to address at the Chateau to prevent others from acquiring this infection.

I told Dakota to help me set up for the HR convention that we will be having on Mon of next hebdomad. I need some plan B people just in case some end up getting fired or quit on me.

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

posing in Allison's room, the TV still showed the flaming from Wisconsin. You could see that the fire was now under restraint, but not out just yet. I shook my header watching the news snip about the tower.

When 8 pm came around, the declaration that visiting time of day were now over, and it was time to make your way out of City infirmary. Visiting hours would start out at 9 am tomorrow morning. Dakota and I got up and went to the charge nurses'desk to make sure as shooting they had both my mobile phone phone and Dakota's cell phone numbers. I also saw Dr. Ronda coming out of another patient role'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 agents left metropolis hospital and walked outside the front main entrance to find Fred waiting for us. We got into the rachis and Fred closed the door. When he got the limousine 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 binding of the limousine, I stretched my branch out. Dakota switched seats and snuggled up to me putting her head on my chest.

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

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

I caress her haircloth as I hear her drift to sleep while laying on my chest.

It doesn't submit too long for Fred to get us back to the Chateau. He drops us at the front end door and parked the limousine in the service department. I let the SS agents know that I will most likely make another trip to City hospital to chew the fat Allison tomorrow cockcrow. They thank me for giving them a head's up about the visit.

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

Tina comes over and William Tell us that Jill went to bed early as she was just tired out. Tina gives me a buss, very erotic and passionate. Fred walking through the front room to head down the hallway to Mom's elbow room. I heard the doorway clear and then close. I just smile happy that Mom and Fred have been seeing each early for quite a while no. We haven't found a gentleman's gentleman for Tina's mom just yet, but we will.

CHAPTER 4

When I woke up the next break of day, 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 break of day duties in the can, I texted Dr. Ronda that now Jill wasn't feeling good. She texted decent back that she will come to chatter Jill before she heads to City Hospital to see Allison.

I turn on the TV and see that the fire in our pillar still is the atomic number 82 story on the morning news program. However, it appears as if the fire is almost out. I call the fervidness department in Badger State and ask how far along in putting the flaming out they might be. The Lady at the flame department tells me that it is about 90 % out and they are checking for any hot touch since there is so often composition, plus they are checking the floors both above and below where the fire took place. I thanked her for her meter and hung up.

I go out into the dining room and see Sammy and Bobby making everyone breakfast. Sammy asks me what I would wish for breakfast. I just tell him once again that my normal omelet would be just very well. I see John eating one of his everything but the kitchen sink omelette, 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 bear Tina keep an eye on Diane throughout the day. She kissed me and told me she would do just that.

After I eat my omelette, we load up into the limo. John, Dakota, and I along with two SS agents get into the limo. As common, Fred is our driver and weaves his way through the traffic to get to City infirmary as quickly as he can. I think about how well Fred takes care of us.

When we arrive at the hospital, Fred drops the three of us off at the main entry. The two SS federal agent that came with us also get out at the front line 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 ball. She has a spyglass of OJ as well as a bad cup of coffee. She puts cream pitcher and sugar in the coffee to try and help the taste, but they really don't help at all.

I hug Allison to slacken her. She tells me that she really doesn't feel all that different than when we brought her to the hospital. I take a look at the chart the nursemaid and doctors have written their notes into. They all seem to indicate that Allison is suffering from an contagion although they don't mention where the infection is located in the body. I see her vitals that they keep talking and they show that Allison's blood pressure is a bit high and that her white origin count is extremely high. Dr. Ronda ordered some antibiotics along with another bag of fluids to hold back her hydrated.

It makes me think about the madam that are back at the Chateau. Are they all dehydrated ? Is there something that is being passed around ? Do we demand to do a sodding scrub from top to bottom to eliminate any germs in our business firm ?

After we visit with Allison for a spell, we all head back to the limo for Fred to take us back home. Dakota reminds me that I have the HR group meeting tomorrow aurora at 9 am at the convention snapper. I ask her to group every HR person by where they are in the country and to print out potential drop name as transposition in font some quit or get let go tomorrow.

After visiting with Allison, we get back into the limo and Fred drives us back rest home 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 mansion about dinner time and ate with all of us. She took vital organ 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 madam, strong enough to set on the virus, but gentle enough to not suffer the babe. She had them sent to Walgreen's. Tina went to find fault them up after two hours.

On Mon morning, I woke up with two things on my brain. One, how are the ladies doing ? Two, how many HR hoi polloi will we lose today ?

I get up and do my morning duties in the bathroom, including taking a prissy hot shower bath. No one joined me in the shower booth, which was a nice relief for me.

I put on a squeamish apparel shirt, black slacks, 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 door along with one female person and one Male agent to protect us. Fred took us to the rule center where he dropped us off at the main entrance.

I head inside and select a rump on the microscope stage. Dakota also took a hind end side by side to Tina with the two SS broker standing off to one side but keeping shut down proximity to Tina, Dakota, and myself.

As 9 am rolled around, the massive number of HR multitude entered the briny room access of the convention sum elbow room. The people at the front 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 of late so everyone had the chance to incur their rump and not miss anything that I wanted to say. The first affair that I talked about was how many new employees were not processed properly into our system. I pointed out that it costs us hundreds of dollars extra 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 bucket along paying them with a paycheck and overnight mail it to them. Instead of them getting direct deposit.

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

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

I asked for a loyalty from each territory 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 somebody committed to doing a better job at handling new employees. I started with the top 10 troubled dominion in our company. I didn't name any name calling, but various people who knew that their district was not doing the job properly got up and left their work keys on the board. I watched as they walked out the door and left wing. There was a lot of whispering about people quitting, which didn't both me. We had only two districts that the integral territorial dominion quit and thankfully it was the hindquarters two territorial dominion of the full company. Once they got up and left, I had Dakota and Tina collect their caller distinguish off the tables.

As we approached luncheon, I saw the rescue drivers from jimmy John's bringing in boxes of sandwiches and chipping along with ice chest of soda and water.

Dakota went to the food and got 5 sandwiches and 5 drinks. She handed the two SS federal agent their sandwiches first and their drinks then sat down with Tina and I to have tiffin. Oddly plenty, we had a few people who wanted to sit with us to foot our nous on what we were going to do about the HR multitude who quit and just walked out. I explained that we have hoi polloi waiting in the wings to be promoted, plus I wanted to reduce the overall number of HR hoi polloi in our caller. They seemed to harmonise with me on my plan.

After the lunch was over, I called out several people and promoted them to suit HR personnel. I still call these people my plan B mass. They all are excited that they have been recognized as promotable people in our companionship. When I announced people's names, I got lots of squealing and clapping. At 4 pm, I ended the HR rule by thanking everyone for attending. When I left the level 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 take us home.

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

We got out of the limo and went inside the hospital to see Allison. We arrived just as the foodservice people were dropping of her dinner 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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