The Chauffeur ( # 61 ) A Shooting

By PABLO DIABLO

copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

It had been several weeks since we have heard of the Russian Guy as well as Horowitz and his dance orchestra of criminal. However, Dakota kept a log in her journal of any issues, even if they were not confirmed. She still didn't combine that the Russians had been foiled and she certainly didn't think that Vladimir Horowitz group was out of business.

As the dayspring rolled in, so did a thunderstorm. Not a lot of winding, but plenty of rain, lightning, and roar. I really didn't even want to pass on the Chateau but work at the Hawk called.

I got into the limo that Fred was driving. Sharon, Dakota, Jill, Donna all came with me. whoremonger chose to tug his truck so he and Diane went to the Hawk in his truck. The weather really was lousy. On the way to the Hawk, we came across set of accidents, almost as if masses forgot how to repulse in crappy weather.

What usually was about a 20-minute crusade became an hour 's effort to get to the war hawk. Fred pulled the limo into the parking service department, so no one got wet going from the limo to the elevator. I told Fred to give back about noontide to take us to lunch. I had that Italian lieu that Fred introduced us to in my oral sex for lunch as they always have great food, and everyone seems relaxed and glad 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 lousy dealings. She said that the going was irksome, but they were only a few blocks away from the parking garage.

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

I got on the phones and made earphone birdsong to the several offices we had following up on affair that I had asked to be corrected earlier.

One thing that I did notification was we came to the agency with only two SS factor. When I opened my computing machine, I saw an electronic mail from one of the agents telling me that some of them were going to spend nearly of the day reassessing the security system at the Chateau.

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

As I made my way through the break of day earphone calls, the storm outside seems to intensify. Flashes of lightning and crashes of thunder were never-ending. At one point, the Light Within flickered in the war hawk, but they never went out.

I got up from my calculator and walked around the authority telling everyone that if they didn't need to be on their laptop to stay off them. about of the situation staff were able to go to making speech sound calls and stay off their information processing system. A couple of faculty members needed to continue making phone calls.

John, as usual, was being his goofy self. He stood at one of the large windows watching the storm. Suddenly, a large lightning deadbolt hit the building across the street causing John to jump 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 minutes away from leaving for luncheon. In my head, a big bowl of spaghetti and meatballs sounded soundly on this wet day.

John the Evangelist, of course, came over to my office to indicate out that it was 11:30 am and time to leave for lunch. It really wasn't a surprise that John was ready to lead to go eat. He collected his wife, Diane, and they headed down the elevator to go over to the parking garage. The relief of us collected at the lift and rode down together. It was nice seeing all the ladies in their cute raincoats and umbrellas.

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

Fred, of path, was waiting at the limo with the back threshold spread for us.

All the ladies got into the limo followed by me. Fred closed the door and headed around to the driver's seat to pack us to lunch. Fred had to sit and wait at the exit on the low floor as there were three or four automobile ahead of us.

When we finally got to the issue to the street, a large motortruck came flying by and hit a pool that splashed the solid battlefront of the limousine. Fred had to put the wiper blade on high speed to clear the window as quickly as possible.

Everyone seemed happy to be heading to the Italian restaurant for lunch. When we arrived all the ladies got out and quickly headed inside the restaurant. When the possessor saw us come, he greeted us warmly and brought out a duad of baskets of toast garlic bread, which is always a delight.

All the ladies were chatting away as the waitress worked her way around the tabular array taking everyone's deglutition rescript. Fred looked much like a drowning puppy. He just sat in his death chair and asked if they had a fabric, he could borrow to dry his hair. One of the busboys brought over a boastfully cloth. Fred thanked him and began to use the textile much like a towel.

Today just felt like a pizza day to my tiffin colleagues. We ordered three extra-large pizza. One was field cheese, one was all meat, and the third was chicken, mushroom-shaped cloud, and sweet-scented onions. Everyone was delighted with the pizza pie ordered. Since it was a wet rainy day, we decided to pass 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 pizza were delivered, everyone dug into the ***********ion. I had asked the two SS federal agent to get together us, which they did.

As we were eating, a couple of gravid round men came into the eating house and sat at a mesa. One of the SS federal agent wouldn't take her eyes off them. I wasn't sure, but they sounded as if they were speaking easterly European between themselves. I kept one eye on them as well.

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

Fred pulled the limousine up to the pavement by the presence door. Just as we were leaving the restaurant, a lightning deadbolt hit nearby, and the crack of hell dust was immediate. There was a second fling just a instant after the first crack.

Suddenly, I felt something virtuoso by my left ear. One of the SS agentive role yelled for everyone to hit the ground. All the ladies dropped to the wet sidewalk as more affair whizzed by us. Both SS agents withdrew their weapons and discharged them down the sidewalk towards 4 large round men who were out-of-door waiting for us.

Fred, who was standing in the rain, also withdrew his weapon system and fired at the large men about 50 feet away from us on the pavement. 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 factor 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 factor dialed up 911 requesting paramedic and police. The owner of the eatery came outside with a handful of towels to help stop the bleeding. Diane and the former SS agent took the towels and put them on the two enceinte trap in her that blood line was pouring out of onto the concrete sidewalk.

While it was only a few mo, it felt as if it was an minute or more. The two Male paramedic asked Diane and the SS agentive role to proceed aside so they could work on Jill and her baby. I watched in astonished quiet as they shocked her nub to start again. Dakota came over to me and stood next to me. She gently grasped my hand while the paramedics worked.

It took every bit of control not to return to my knees right side by side to Jill. The paramedical shocked Jill three separate sentence before she took an inhale hint, but it was very shallow. Once she began breathing, they put an O2 hosepipe under her nose to gift her continual O.

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

Once again, they grabbed the nerve paddle and shocked her. Without saying a word, my eyes teared up and tears began rolling down my face. As I was standing there, Dakota squeezed my hand tighter and put her oral sex on my dresser. 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 paramedical were still frantically working on Jill. The ambulance attendees unloaded a rolling copestone and brought it over side by side to her body. The paramedics stopped working on Jill for a moment to load her onto the rolling capstone. Once she was loaded, the ambulance attender lifted her up and rolled her into the binding of the ambulance.

One of the paramedics got into the ambulance with the other ambulance attendant. They both continued to turn on Jill frantically. The concomitant that didn't rise into the book binding shut the back doors and ran around to get into the device driver's rump. They pulled out as the second paramedic cleaned up their equipment and loaded it back into the paramedic vehicle.

As he pulled out, I stood there stunned not knowing what to do. Dakota walked me over to the limo putting me in the spinal column. Everyone else got in after me. Gospel According to John and Diane went to his truck which was only a few metrical foot away. Fred closed the vertebral column door and headed towards the hospital with all of us.

I don't really know how hanker the effort from the restaurant was to the hospital. When we arrived, Fred pulled the limo next to the ER ingress doors. All the madam got out of the vehicle and went inside. Dakota had to take me by the hired hand to get me out of the limo and inside the ER.

CHAPTER 2

I heard Dakota ask the sentry go where Jill was located but I didn't hear the response. Dakota never let go of my manus and walked me towards the test room that the guard 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 doctors and two nanny pulling a white sheet over Jill's head. At that very moment, my knees buckled underneath me, and I fell to the floor. Dakota sat on the floor with me just hugging me.

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

As John walked around me, he saw the Caucasian piece of paper over Jill's brass. He knew that cipher good has happened. Diane realized what has happened and went running out to the ER waiting room. She frantically told everyone that Jill and the baby are dead.

Just as she finished telling the group, respective metropolis officer entered the ER. Diane overheard them ask where the group for Jill Henry Graham Greene would be. Diane went over to the policeman and introduced herself. She took two of the police officer to the group that was waiting in the ER waiting surface area. After that, she took the remaining two policeman down the hall to the exam elbow room where Jill's consistence was still laying with a canvass over her face.

I saw Diane leading the policeman down the hallway towards me and Dakota. She helped me up off the floor, however, my knees were still very watery, so she leaned me against the wall to help me continue standing.

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

I just stand there numb.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well, 4 large men were at the end of the sidewalk. When there was a large crack of thunder then a arcsecond snap which we thought was hell dust as well, but it was their first shooter at us. The bullet went whizzing by us. Both of our enigma service security guys withdrew their weapons and returned fire,"she told the officer.

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

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

"And where is Mrs Jill Greene ? We have query for her as well,"

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

"Mr. Greene, I am sorry for your loss,"John Singer Sargent major said.

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

Fred must take seen us as the limo pulled up to the ER room access and our grouping all walked out to the vehicle. Fred opened the hinder door and John and Dakota pushed me into the car. John the Evangelist and Diane went to his truck while the rest of the Lady 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 limo into one of the garages. We all got out and headed into the home. Dakota kept with me, holding onto me making sure that I kept moving.

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

Dakota took me to the lavatory. She gently began to strip me down. Once I was naked, she pushed me into the shower stand. In just a couple of moment, she joined me. She turned on the piddle hot to soothe and make relaxed my muscles. She asked me to crouch my head down so she could shampoo my haircloth. I did everything that she asked of me, but I was still in a huge daze.

When the exhibitioner was over, Dakota turned the water off and stepped out of the rain shower to grab a mates of fairly dry towels. At foremost, she used one to dry me off. When I was dry, she used the other one to dry herself off. When we were both dry, she walked us out of the bathroom to my bedchamber. She opened the bureau drawer and pulled out a pair of basketball game shorts. She had me step into them. After they were on my consistency, she opened another draftsman to get me a white tee shirt and she had me sit on the edge of the bed for her to put it on me.

She pulled out a tee shirt for herself and put it on. When we both had something on, she took me by the hand and walked me out to the TV elbow room. I remember looking at the clock on my dresser. It read at 8:30 pm. It had been almost 9 hour since I had something to eat and about 7 hours since Jill died.

Did she die because of me ?

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

What am I going to do without her ?

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

After what seemed like an timeless existence, Melanie quit hugging me. Dakota kept walking me towards the TV room where to the highest degree of our group was sitting. When we reached the TV room, Paula and Amy got up off the couch and put their subdivision around me telling me how no-good they were for the loss of Jill and the baby.

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

Jennifer pushed me down onto the couch. The ladies rotated sitting next to me and hugging me. All of them told me how sorry they were for losing Jill and the baby. Every time someone said something that the final aspect of Jill covered by that white shroud kept burning a hole 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 directors in NY and let them know that Jill was murdered today. They told her to let them know 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 babe. She went on to say that she cajoled her husband into keeping an eye on the probe by City Police.

The two chefs had a simple ointment 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 desire, which was nothing.

As David sat on the couch, his son showed up at the gate asking to see his father. Amy pushed to proper buttons to let him get into the courtyard. Sharon was waiting for him at the movement door. She warned him not to trouble his Father any further than he already is. Michael quickly agreed as he stepped into the Chateau.

Sharon escorted Michael over to his dad. Michael took a seat on the loveseat.

"Hey Dad,"Michael said.

Jacques Louis David did not answer at all. He turned his head word, looked at Michael than just went back to staring into space.

One of the chefs offered Michael some soup, which he gladly accepted. He got up from the vis-a-vis and walked over to the dining room tabular array where he sat and enjoyed the soup.

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

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

Dakota took his hired man and led him to the bedroom. When David reached the doorway to the bedroom, he stopped and just looked at the bed. Dakota stood there quietly with him not pushing him at all. She just stood there quietly holding David's hand and waiting for him to make the first motion into his bedroom. a great deal to Dakota's surprise, Jacques Louis David turned and took a few steps down the hall to Dakota's threshold.

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

"David, is everything OK ?"Dakota asked.

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

Dakota stripped David down and turned the quilt back as David gently got into her bed. She was quite 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 minutes for him to accrue asleep, which truly surprised her. She stripped down and got into the bed with him. She took her usual spot, her back facing him and her cute trivial ass wiggled up against him. He put one arm around her and pulled her in tightly. It didn't take very long before she heard gently snoring out of David, which made her smile that he was getting some peaceable sleep.

CHAPTER 3

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

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

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

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

"You're supposed to be doing whatever you feel comfortable. Everyone is here to serve you,"Dakota said to him in a quiet low tone, almost a whisper.

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

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

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

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

"Hun, you have to eat something. I know you really aren't hungry, but it is authoritative. Don't make me pinch your nose closed and when your mouth pops open Sharon will stupefy a branching fully of bollock in your lip,"Dakota says to David smiling the whole time.

That got David to eat a forkful of eggs, reluctantly of path. Bobby brought over a glass of Ananas comosus succus and put it on the table in front of Jacques Louis David. Out of habit, 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 ?"St. David asks Dakota.

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

This shocked the other ladies. They were thinking that it might be too soon to remove her stuff and nonsense, but then again, maybe St. David didn't want to be staring at matter to remind him of losing his darling wife.

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

David felt a good deal like heel, thinking more of himself than the women who loved him. He also thought about the tumultuous times he and his son have had.

Just then, Saint David made a hope to himself that he would be a wagerer friend, lover, and father. He decided that people such as Dakota who have spent virtually every waking consequence helping him needed to be cherished. He also thought about his protégé, John. He thought about how whoremaster has grown from a college guy that would be used the piece of work nooky very much like mass use salt to this man that he sees before him now taking care of his wife and trying to get a line 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 ?"trick asked.

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

"OK, but if you think of anything just recount me and I'll take caution of it,"was John the Divine's reply.

Saint John finished his scrambled eggs and threw his newspaper publisher shell in the scraps when it was empty. He took Diane's plateful as well since she finished first. He did pour Diane a new cup of coffee even though Dr. Ronda had warned against too much caffeine.

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

Dakota whispered to Jacques Louis David that Dr. Ronda will be by after her infirmary rounds this morning, probably before lunch period. That made David smile a bit. Thankfully Dakota, as usual, was taking care of so practically for David.

Amy handled the numberless number of phone calls from newsworthiness medium, people in the ship's company, and early general friends who just wanted to send their condolences. Amy got a notepad out and began writing the gens, phone numeral, and intellect for the song. She was allowing NO ONE to verbalise to David directly.

She did rent a call from peculiar broker Fernandez letting David know that City constabulary will be conducting the autopsy on Jill and the baby, but the FBI will superintend the event to ensure the procedure is done right. Mariana, his wife, and Jacques Louis David's employee really didn't know if she was supposed to hold going to the hawk or not. Amy told her to find free to issue forth to the Chateau and that there would be slight to no agency duties for the adjacent week.

Jennifer, Sharon, and Paula all made outgoing margin call to get small-scale things off of Dakota's plate in trying to treat David. Paula had a limousine sent to the theatre and picked up the limo that was in the service department.

Jennifer called the masses that she was talking with regarding the pending office pillar purchases.

Sharon was calling all of the hawk staff and telling them that the power would be closed for a few sidereal day and that everyone would be getting the time off with pay. All of the staff sent their honest wishes to Saint David through Sharon.

Everyone, including the smut twins, really had no idea how to treat Saint David. The last clip anyone saw David this way was when Jill was in the infirmary. However, now she is gone, and David's heart and soul is broken. The but 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 lead account on all the newsworthiness 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 answer, so Belinda just hung around doing virtually nothing.

As the sunrise became later, Dr. Ronda showed up at the Chateau. Amy poked the necessary push button to grant Ronda inside the outer logic gate and then inside the interior gate. She parked her car inside one of the garages and went inside the house. She was met by Donna and walked to Saint David.

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

Bobby and Sammy asked Dakota what they should be making for Jacques Louis David and the kin for lunch. Dakota suggested sub sandwiches and maybe some soup. Bobby and Sammy had an approximation of what to make. They brought out several loaves of long French moolah. They pulled out a rotisserie chicken out of the fridge and stripped all the inwardness off the bird. Sammy began to make up the basics for the wimp noodle soup. Bobby began cutting the bread into several sub sandwiches. He got out the slice up nub of salami, turkey, and ham. He put mustard and mayonnaise on each half of the moolah along with sliced Lycopersicon esculentum and bread. They did slice up some Henry Sweet onion for those who might require onions on their sandwich.

CHAPTER 4

Dr. Ronda started listening to St. David's marrow and breathing with her stethoscope. She pulled out her blood pressure handlock and checked him. She had a few interrogative for St. David, which he didn't answer. Instead, Dakota answered the inquiry for David. Although Dr. Ronda would have rather had David answer them.

As the day wore on, Saint David's climate really didn't modification. Dr. Ronda left the Chateau for a while only to return about dinner prison term. Saint David did manage a smiling when he saw Ronda tax return.

Fred sat next to St. David for a while. He whispered to Saint David that he should expend some time at the gun compass to work off the anger and thus be prepared if they are attacked ever again. David nodded in acceptance.

Bobby and Sammy decided to falsify some steaks for dinner along with adust potatoes and a nice big salad with homemade ranch fertilization and an Italian stuffing available. In addition, they also had steamed broccoli with a squeeze of clean lemon.

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

As dinner approached, Fred announced that there would be two sessions at the shooting mountain range later this week. Dakota readily agreed and offered to guide St. David and see to it that he did OK.

About mid-afternoon, St. David got up and turned off the TV. He was tired of hearing about Jill's murder as it dominated the airwave and all the tidings outlets. Everyone heard the news show helicopters fly command overhead to get pictorial matter of the sign of the zodiac and the courtyard.

Donna instead turned on their DVD participant and put the motion picture ‘ Secondhand social lion'in to try and alleviate the cast down humour in the sign of the zodiac. Many of the women smiled when they saw the movie 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 auricle from behind and kissed him on the top of the head, making sure to muss his hair trying to be funny. This did make him to smile a bit.

About 4:30 pm, David got up and took a spot on the couch in the TV elbow room. He sat there for about 15 mo before he got up and headed up to the office to break his e-mail. When he logged on, he saw that he had about 850 emails. He was afraid to open Jill's computer, fearing that it would be too emotional for him. As he sat in figurehead of his computer, he began to call back about who would replace Jill as the conductor of Financial affairs.

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

David began sorting through the electronic mail. The first one that caught his eye was one from the transcription studio. They were having issue and didn't know who to twist to for answers. David suggested in a return e-mail that they go to Mike Booker.

Saint David also sent an email to Dave Burgundy a headhunter that he has used before. He made a long listing of requirements for a new theatre director of Financial personal business. Hopefully, Mr. burgundy will have a couple of characterise citizenry to send to him.

From there he eliminated all the extra e-mail and began to take and blue-pencil the read-only emails. By supper metre, 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 bunch of e-mail and read many Sir Thomas More,"David replied.

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

In St. David's mind, dinner sounded undecomposed, so he headed over to the dining room table. He sat in his common chair and Dakota sat on his right. All the firm fellow member came to the table and chose a chair, however, no one sat in the hot seat that Jill usually sat in on the leftfield incline of David. He just stared at the chair, almost as if she was coming to take her seat at the table.

Each of the phallus of the business firm, got up one by one to go into the kitchen and get a denture full of food from Bobby and Sammy. However, without David even getting up from the table, Dakota brought him dinner.

The whole mathematical 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 next to David.

"Hey Boss, I have an idea for you to conceive about,"whoremaster said.

"What is it ?"Saint David replied.

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

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

"Put about 10 million into a project that would give the money away to certain types of people, such as bingle parents who are struggling to puddle ending meet and do it all in Jill's public figure,"John suggested.

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

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

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

"Well, how much do you call up should be put into this projection ?"Jennifer asked.

"I was thinking about 100 million."

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

"wellspring, my first inherent aptitude is to ask Melanie. I know that she is looking for something to do and this would most potential make her tactile property fulfilled."

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

"Allison and Belinda. They both want out of the business sector and this project would hand them quality employment."

Jennifer says,"What about Melanie overseeing the projection with Allison and Belinda doing the grunt work. Mom has a long story with large quantity of money, and she could work parttime keeping Belinda and Allison in check and honest."

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

"OK, then tomorrow you will get off your ass and go to the hawk. We will call the lawyer and ask them about setting this project up. Speaking of the lawyers, we got a varsity letter from them today telling us that we are going to sue the indemnity party that has refused to cover the fervor. They sent us a 31-page varsity letter explaining their position ( the insurance policy company's position ). Our attorney's position is that they agreed to cover the building without an inspection and thus they should be paying for the damage. The letter also said that when the attack department completes its investigation, they will send us a report and we will pursue the proper insurance ship's company to repay us.

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

Jennifer walked away from me and down to the other end of the table. She whispered into the spike of the three which caused each of them to get up and make out to my end of the table.

When all three came over to me, John got up and drug two early 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, David ?"Melanie replied.

"I want to run with a project that privy suggested. He thought that we could start a broadcast for struggling single parents. It would be Jill's legacy,"I replied.

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

"We form a charitable organization, coldcock a clump of money into the labor and let Melanie run the unhurt thing with Allison and Belinda being operational managers."

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

"Any question ma'am ?"I asked.

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

"Of course,"I replied.

This made Allison smile more.

"Since this is a Polemonium van-bruntiae, how many time of day a workweek would we be working ? And would we be getting paid ?"Belinda asked.

"Of trend, you would be getting paid. I don't remember what you're making now, but how about I double your pay to take on this projection ? Also, maybe about 30 minute a calendar week. Of course, there will be special weeks where you may have 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 dame looked at each other and all shook their capitulum in agreement that they would take over the offered positions. Each gentlewoman 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 cakes for everyone to bask : Chocolate fudge, Citrus limon crème, and Carrot cake. All the ladies giggled with excitement seeing the patty. John, of course, got a slice for Diane then three fade for himself.

I KNOW THAT THIS CHAPTER IS SHORT, AND FOR THAT I APOLOGIZE. HOWEVER, IF YOU ENJOYED THE CHAPTER PLEASE LEAVE ME A SHORT bank bill. I PUT IN A BIG surprisal IN THIS CHAPTER AND I HOPE IT DOESN'T FREAK TOO MANY OF MY FANS OUT………. PABLO DIABLO .