The Chauffeur ( # 61 ) A Shooting

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

It had been respective hebdomad since we have heard of the Russian guy as well as Horowitz and his band of criminal. However, Dakota kept a log in her journal of any progeny, even if they were not confirmed. She still didn't corporate trust that the Russians had been foiled and she certainly didn't think that Vladimir Horowitz grouping was out of business.

As the morning rolled in, so did a electrical storm. Not a lot of wind, but plenty of rainfall, lightning, and boom. I really didn't even want to leave the Chateau but work at the war hawk called.

I got into the limo that Fred was driving. Sharon, Dakota, Jill, Donna all came with me. John chose to drive his truck so he and Diane went to the hawk in his truck. The weather really was stinky. On the way to the Hawk, we came across luck of accidents, almost as if hoi polloi forgot how to drive in crappy weather.

What usually was about a 20-minute crusade became an hour 's drive to get to the Hawk. Fred pulled the limousine into the parking service department, so no one got wet going from the limousine to the elevator. I told Fred to yield about noon to occupy us to lunch. I had that Italian space that Fred introduced us to in my headland for lunch as they always have keen solid food, and everyone seems relaxed and well-chosen to eat there.

We took the elevator up to our storey. Jill dialed up Diane to see that she and John were getting through the lousy traffic. She said that the going was slow, but they were only a few blocks away from the parking garage.

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

I got on the phones and made headphone call to the various offices we had following up on things that I had asked to be corrected earlier.

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

As lavatory and Diane got off the elevator, I saw Mariana also get off the elevator with them, which made me feel better that she was able to safely get to mold through the crappy weather.

As I made my way through the morning phone calls, the storm extraneous seems to intensify. Flashes of lightning and crashes of thunder were constant. At one pointedness, the lights flickered in the hawk, but they never went out.

I got up from my computer and walked around the federal agency telling everyone that if they didn't need to be on their laptop to delay off them. Most of the office stave were able to go to making phone calls and appease off their reckoner. A couple of faculty members needed to stay on making phone calls.

John, as usual, was being his goofy self. He stood at one of the turgid windows watching the storm. Suddenly, a large lightning dash hit the building across the street causing Gospel According to John to jump back as the boom was almost immediate.

Fred came up to the office and suggested that we leave for the eatery at about 11:30 am due to the tempest and piss 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 lunch. In my head, a big bowl of spaghetti and meatballs sounded good on this wet day.

John, of course, came over to my office to point out that it was 11:30 am and fourth dimension to get out for lunch. It really wasn't a surprise that lav was ready to get out to go eat. He collected his wife, Diane, and they headed down the elevator to go over to the parking service department. The rest of us collected at the elevator and rode down together. It was nice seeing all the noblewoman in their cute raincoat and umbrellas.

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

Fred, of form, was waiting at the limousine with the indorse room access afford for us.

All the gentlewoman got into the limousine followed by me. Fred closed the threshold and headed around to the number one wood's hind end to take us to lunch. Fred had to sit and wait at the exit on the foremost floor as there were three or four auto ahead of us.

When we finally got to the exit to the street, a with child truck came flying by and hit a puddle that splashed the unhurt social movement of the limousine. Fred had to put the windshield wiper on high speed to clear the window as quickly as possible.

Everyone seemed glad to be heading to the Italian restaurant for tiffin. When we arrived all the dame got out and quickly headed inside the eating place. When the owner saw us get, he greeted us warmly and brought out a yoke of baskets of toasted garlic bread, which is always a delight.

All the ladies were chatting away as the waitress worked her way around the table taking everyone's drink orders. Fred looked much like a drowning puppy. He just sat in his hot seat and asked if they had a cloth, he could borrow to dry his whisker. One of the busboy brought over a large cloth. Fred thanked him and began to use the cloth much like a towel.

Today just felt like a pizza day to my lunch colleagues. We ordered three extra-large pizza. One was plain stitch cheese, one was all heart and soul, and the third was chicken, mushroom, and sweet onions. Everyone was delighted with the pizzas ordered. Since it was a wet showery day, we decided to pass on the usual bottle of chianti. Instead, everyone had a nice hot cup of chocolate.

I noticed that john and Diane were being all Lovey-Dovie which was nice to see. As the pizza pie were delivered, everyone dug into the ***********ion. I had asked the two SS broker to join us, which they did.

As we were eating, a couple of big round of golf men came into the restaurant and sat at a tabular array. One of the SS agents wouldn't take her heart 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 guy cable were keeping an eye on us. We all got up and started toward the restaurant door. The Lady stopped and put on their raincoat and made sure that they each had their umbrellas.

Fred pulled the limo up to the sidewalk by the front door. Just as we were leaving the restaurant, a lightning deadbolt hit nearby, and the crack of thunder was immediate. There was a second base cracking just a mo after the first pass.

Suddenly, I felt something whiz 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 thing whizzed by us. Both SS agents withdrew their weapons and discharged them down the sidewalk towards 4 prominent round men who were outside waiting for us.

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

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

Jill was still laying on the ground. One of the SS agents dialed up 911 requesting paramedics and law. The owner of the eating house came outside with a smattering of towels to help stop the bleeding. Diane and the early SS agent took the towels and put them on the two large fix in her that blood was pouring out of onto the concrete sidewalk.

While it was only a few minutes, it felt as if it was an hour or more. The two male paramedic asked Diane and the SS agentive role to make a motion aside so they could make on Jill and her baby. I watched in stunned silence as they shocked her kernel to start again. Dakota came over to me and stood succeeding to me. She gently grasped my hand while the paramedical worked.

It took every bit of control not to descend to my knees right adjacent to Jill. The paramedic shocked Jill three separate meter before she took an inhale breath, but it was very shallow. Once she began breathing, they put an O2 hose under her nose to give her continual oxygen.

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

Once again, they grabbed the mettle boat paddle and shocked her. Without saying a word, my centre teared up and binge began rolling down my face. As I was standing there, Dakota squeezed my hand tighter and put her caput on my chest. Sharon and Donna were visibly shaken by the shooting. Both were crying, not hysterically but they were full-on sobbing.

When the ambulance arrived, the paramedics were still frantically working on Jill. The ambulance attendees unloaded a rolling stretcher and brought it over next to her dead body. The paramedical stopped working on Jill for a moment to debase her onto the rolling coping stone. Once she was loaded, the ambulance attendees lifted her up and rolled her into the book binding of the ambulance.

One of the paramedic got into the ambulance with the other ambulance co-occurrence. They both continued to shape on Jill frantically. The attendant that didn't climb into the back shut the backwards doors and ran around to get into the driver's tail end. They pulled out as the arcsecond paramedical 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 cover. Everyone else got in after me. John Lackland and Diane went to his hand truck which was only a few feet away. Fred closed the back door and headed towards the infirmary with all of us.

I don't really live how recollective the driving force from the restaurant was to the infirmary. When we arrived, Fred pulled the limo next to the ER entry threshold. All the ladies got out of the vehicle and went inside. Dakota had to take aim me by the hand to get me out of the limousine and inside the ER.

CHAPTER 2

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

When we got there, it was the same exam way where I came to her aid when she was in the accident. Just as Dakota and I arrived, I saw the three Dr. and two nanny pulling a White River sheet over Jill's head. At that very moment, my knees buckled underneath me, and I fell to the storey. Dakota sat on the floor with me just hugging me.

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

As John walked around me, he saw the white sheet over Jill's face. He knew that zip good has happened. Diane realized what has happened and went running out to the ER wait room. She frantically told everyone that Jill and the baby are dead.

Just as she finished telling the mathematical group, several city policeman entered the ER. Diane overheard them ask where the group for Jill Greene would be. Diane went over to the officeholder and introduced herself. She took two of the Policemen to the group that was waiting in the ER waiting field. After that, she took the remaining two policemen down the hallway to the exam room where Jill's body was still laying with a flat solid over her face.

I saw Diane leading the officer down the hall towards me and Dakota. She helped me up off the floor, however, my knees were still very rickety, so she leaned me against the wall to serve me stay standing.

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

I just stand there numb.

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

"Did you see the shooting ?"ship's officer Major asked.

"Well yes. I was in the centre of it along with St. 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 need to know officer,"Dakota asked.

"We need to sleep together who barb and where the snap went,"he says.

"Well, 4 declamatory men were at the end of the sidewalk. When there was a turgid cracking of thunder then a second crack which we thought was smack as well, but it was their offset guess at us. The bullet train went whizzing by us. Both of our hole-and-corner service security guys withdrew their weapons and returned flak,"she told the officer.

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

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

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

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

"Mr. Graham Greene, I am bad for your loss,"Sargent John Roy Major said.

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

Fred must have seen us as the limo pulled up to the ER doors and our group all walked out to the vehicle. Fred opened the spinal column door and John and Dakota pushed me into the car. John and Diane went to his truck while the rest of the peeress all climbed in behind me.

As usual, Fred shut the door and began driving us home.

When we arrived at the Chateau, everyone was waiting for us. Fred pulled the limousine into one of the service department. We all got out and headed into the menage. Dakota kept with me, holding onto me making sure that I kept moving.

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

Dakota took me to the bathroom. She gently began to bare me down. Once I was naked, she pushed me into the rain shower kiosk. In just a couple of instant, she joined me. She turned on the water hot to comfort and relax my brawniness. She asked me to bend my head down so she could shampoo my hair's-breadth. I did everything that she asked of me, but I was still in a vast daze.

When the shower was over, Dakota turned the H2O off and stepped out of the shower to grab a couple of clean dry towels. At first, she used one to dry me off. When I was dry, she used the former one to dry herself off. When we were both dry, she walked us out of the privy to my bedroom. She opened the dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of hoops shorts. She had me maltreat into them. After they were on my body, she opened another drawer 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 room. I remember looking at the clock on my chest of drawers. It read at 8:30 pm. It had been almost 9 hours 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 commute what happened to her ?

What am I going to do without her ?

As these dubiousness were swirling around in my header, Melanie came to me and put her arms 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 infinity, Melanie quit hugging me. Dakota kept walking me towards the TV room where most of our group was sitting. When we reached the TV elbow room, Paula and Amy got up off the couch and put their munition around me telling me how distressing they were for the expiration of Jill and the baby.

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

Jennifer pushed me down onto the couch. The dame rotated sitting next to me and hugging me. All of them told me how bad they were for losing Jill and the sister. Every time someone said something that the last look of Jill covered by that white sheet kept burning a hole in my brain.

I was torn between being woeful and angry. My brain was stuck between both emotions.

When Sharon came over to me and sat down, she gently told me that she called the board of directors in NY and let them love that Jill was murdered today. They told her to let them cognise when her funeral will be.

Mariana wasn't at the Chateau, but she called and spoke to Amy about how badly she felt about losing Jill and the baby. She went on to say that she cajoled her married man into keeping an eye on the investigation by city Police.

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

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

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

"Hey Dad,"Michael said.

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

One of the chefs offered Michael some soup, which he gladly accepted. He got up from the loveseat and walked over to the dining way 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 hand and led him to bed. All of the lady, both chefs, Fred, Melanie, lav and Diane, and even Michael wished him a good Night's sleep, even though everyone knew that having a good night's sleep was virtually impossible.

Dakota took his hand 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 mitt and waiting for him to make the 1st move into his bedroom. practically to Dakota's surprise, David turned and took a few footprint down the hallway to Dakota's door.

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

"David, is everything OK ?"Dakota asked.

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

Dakota stripped Jacques Louis David down and turned the quilt back as St. David gently got into her bed. She was quite surprised as he had never slept one minute in her bed, but she had spent many nighttime in his bed.

Once he got comfortable in her bed, it took about 5 minutes for him to fall 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 little ass wiggled up against him. He put one arm around her and pulled her in tightly. It didn't occupy very long before she heard gently snoring out of David, which made her grinning that he was getting some peaceable sleep.

CHAPTER 3

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

She walked out of her sleeping room and over to David's bedroom. She gently opened the door to see Jacques Louis David sitting quietly on Jill's slope of their bed. She walked quietly over to 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 help you,"Dakota said to him in a hushed low shade, almost a whisper.

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

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

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

Dakota sat side by side to David carefully quietly watching as David pushed his eggs around on his home.

"Hun, you have to eat something. I know you really aren't hungry, but it is important. Don't make me pinch your olfactory organ closed and when your mouth pa open Sharon will stick to a crotch total of eggs in your mouth,"Dakota says to David smiling the unharmed time.

That got Saint David to eat a forkful of eggs, reluctantly of course. Bobby brought over a glassful of pineapple succus and put it on the board in front of David. Out of riding habit, Jacques Louis David took a big sip of the juice.

"What do I do about Jill's material ? Do I part removing it from our bedroom or is it too soon ?"David asks Dakota.

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

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

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

David felt much like heel, thinking more of himself than the women who loved him. He also thought about the troubled sentence he and his son have had.

Just then, St. David made a promise to himself that he would be a proficient supporter, lover, and father. He decided that the great unwashed such as Dakota who have spent virtually every waking here and now helping him needed to be cherished. He also thought about his protégé, John. He thought about how John has grown from a college guy that would be used the oeuvre fuck practically like people use salt to this man that he sees before him now taking care of his wife and trying to learn from David everything he can.

"Hey David,"John Lackland said.

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

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

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

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

John the Evangelist finished his scrambled testicle and threw his newspaper plate in the scraps when it was empty. He took Diane's plate as well since she finished first. He did pullulate Diane a new cup of umber even though Dr. Ronda had warned against too much caffeine.

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

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

Amy handled the countless number of phone call option from news metier, hoi polloi in the fellowship, and other full general Quaker who just wanted to send their commiseration. Amy got a notepad out and began writing the name, phone numbers, and reason for the call. She was allowing NO ONE to speak to Saint David directly.

She did consider a call from Special factor Fernandez letting David know that City Police will be conducting the necropsy on Jill and the sister, but the FBI will manage the results to ensure the procedure is done right. Mariana, his wife, and David's employee really didn't know if she was supposed to keep going to the hawk or not. Amy told her to finger free to occur to the Chateau and that there would be little to no office duty for the next week.

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

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

Sharon was calling all of the war hawk stave and telling them that the office would be closed for a few twenty-four hours and that everyone would be getting the time off with pay. All of the faculty sent their best wish to Saint David through Sharon.

Everyone, including the pornography Gemini the Twins, really had no estimation how to care St. David. The last time anyone saw Jacques Louis David this way was when Jill was in the hospital. However, now she is gone, and St. David's heart 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 contribute narration on all the word channels.

Belinda really didn't know what to do. She asked Jennifer what she should be doing to serve, however, Jennifer really didn't have an answer, so Belinda just advert around doing virtually nothing.

As the forenoon became later, Dr. Ronda showed up at the Chateau. Amy poked the necessary clit to allow for Ronda inside the outer gate and then inside the inside gate. She parked her car inside one of the service department and went inside the mansion. She was met by Donna and walked to David.

Next to David, was Dakota. She was like the level lookout watching over David. Still, the phone calls kept coming. Amy had taken so many telephone calls that she finally asked for assist. Diane sat down side by side 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 David and the family for dejeuner. Dakota suggested sub sandwiches and maybe some soup. Bobby and Sammy had an idea of what to make. They brought out several loaves of long French clams. They pulled out a rotisserie chicken out of the fridge and stripped all the meat off the hoot. Sammy began to cook the staple for the chicken noodle soup. Bobby began cutting the bread into several sub sandwiches. He got out the sliced center of salami, dud, and ham. He put mustard and mayonnaise on each half of the bread along with slice tomato plant and boodle. They did slit up some sweet onion plant for those who might want onions on their sandwich.

CHAPTER 4

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

As the day wore on, David's mood really didn't variety. Dr. Ronda left the Chateau for a while only to return about dinner time. David did manage a smile when he saw Ronda restoration.

Fred sat adjacent to Saint David for a while. He whispered to David that he should spend some sentence at the gun mountain range to bring off the anger and thus be prepared if they are attacked ever again. David nodded in acceptance.

Bobby and Sammy decided to fake some steaks for dinner along with baked potatoes and a nice big salad with homemade ranch stuffing and an Italian dressing available. In improver, they also had steamed broccoli with a liquidity crisis of unused lemon.

One of the female SS agentive role came over an sat down future to David. She was apologizing for not protecting Jill and keep her from getting killed. Dakota answered for him telling the SS agent that it was a surprise ambush, and no one can protect someone 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 grasp later this week. Dakota readily agreed and offered to guide David and ensure that he did OK.

About mid-afternoon, David got up and turned off the TV. He was tired of hearing about Jill's murder as it dominated the airwaves and all the news way out. Everyone heard the newsworthiness helicopters fly smash to get pictures of the house and the court.

Donna instead turned on their DVD participant and put the flick ‘ Secondhand Lions'in to try and ease the depressing mood in the house. Many of the women smiled when they saw the picture show that was put into the player. Since David was still sitting in his chairman at the dining room tabular array, Donna held him by the ears from behind and kissed him on the top of the head, making sure to muss his haircloth trying to be amusing. This did cause him to smile a bit.

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

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

David began sorting through the emails. The first one that caught his eye was one from the transcription studio. They were having result and didn't know who to turn to for answers. Saint David suggested in a issue email that they go to mike Booker.

David also sent an email to Dave burgundy a headhunter that he has used before. He made a long list of requirements for a new director of Financial affairs. Hopefully, Mr. Burgundy will bear a couple of qualified hoi polloi to ship to him.

From there he eliminated all the duplicate emails and began to show and blue-pencil the read-only e-mail. By supper prison term, St. David was worn out and closed his information processing system and headed back downstairs. As usual, he came across Dakota first.

"Are you doing OK ?"she asked.

"I guess. I answered lots of email and translate many More,"David replied.

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

In Saint David's mind, dinner sounded good, so he headed over to the dining room table. He sat in his common electric chair and Dakota sat on his right. All the mansion members came to the tabular array and chose a chair, however, no one sat in the chair that Jill usually sat in on the left position of Jacques Louis David. He just stared at the chair, almost as if she was coming to take her nates at the table.

Each of the members of the house, got up one by one to go into the kitchen and get a plate entire of food from Bobby and Sammy. However, without David even getting up from the board, Dakota brought him dinner.

The totally group seemed very subdued with Jill gone. As everyone was finishing dinner, St. John got up and walked over to St. David. He pulled a chair up adjacent to David.

"Hey foreman, I have an idea for you to think about,"John said.

"What is it ?"David replied.

"Um, well I was thinking that with two gentlewoman 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 eccentric of people, such as exclusive parents who are struggling to make ends meet and do it all in Jill's name,"Saint John suggested.

I looked at Dakota, who was nodding her head in a yes way, telling me silently that we could wrench a positive out of such a immense negative. I just sat there thinking about what John the Evangelist had just suggested. Jennifer walked over and listened in also nodding yes trying to get me to seriously think of the opportunity.

"David, what do you cerebrate of the idea ?"Jennifer asked.

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

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

"I was thinking about 100 million."

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

"Well, my first instinct is to ask Melanie. I know that she is looking for something to do and this would most likely make her look fulfilled."

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

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

Jennifer says,"What about Melanie overseeing the projection with Allison and Belinda doing the oink work. Mom has a long chronicle with heavy amount of money, and she could work parttime keeping Belinda and Allison in check and honest."

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

"OK, then tomorrow you will get off your ass and go to the hawk. We will anticipate the lawyers and ask them about setting this undertaking up. speech production of the lawyers, we got a letter of the alphabet from them today telling us that we are going to sue the insurance fellowship that has refused to cover the fire. They sent us a 31-page letter explaining their position ( the insurance companionship's locating ). Our attorney's position is that they agreed to cover the edifice without an inspection and thus they should be paying for the damage. The letter also said that when the flack section completes its probe, they will commit us a report card and we will pursue the proper insurance company to repay us.

"Jennifer, will you please send 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 tabular array. She whispered into the ears of the three which caused each of them to get up and come to my end of the table.

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

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

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

"We form a charitable organization, dump a cluster of money into the project and let Melanie run the altogether thing with Allison and Belinda being operational managers."

Melanie smiles indicating that she likes the musical theme. Belinda and Allison were interested but not quite as happy about the project as Melanie.

"Any questions ladies ?"I asked.

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

"Of course,"I replied.

This made Allison smile more.

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

"Of course, you would be getting paid. I don't think what you're fashioning now, but how about I double your pay to deal on this undertaking ? Also, maybe about 30 hours a week. Of line, there will be especial calendar week where you may ingest to work a bit more, but that shouldn't be more than a couple of calendar week a yr,"I tell Belinda which caused her to smile her beautiful smile.

The three ladies looked at each other and all shook their drumhead in correspondence that they would consent the offer up situation. Each lady got up and walked over to King 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 enjoy : Chocolate fudge, gamboge crème, and carrot cake. All the ladies giggled with agitation seeing the cake. john, of course, got a slice for Diane then three slicing for himself.

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