The Chauffeur ( # 61 ) A Shooting

By PABLO DIABLO

copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

It had been respective weeks since we have heard of the Russian guy wire as well as Horowitz and his striation of criminals. However, Dakota kept a log in her journal of any upshot, even if they were not confirmed. She still didn't reliance that the Russians had been foiled and she certainly didn't think that Horowitz group was out of business.

As the morning rolled in, so did a thunderstorm. Not a lot of wind, but plenty of rain, lightning, and thunder. 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. whoremonger chose to repel his truck so he and Diane went to the Hawk in his truck. The conditions really was shitty. On the way to the war hawk, we came across mickle of accidents, almost as if people forgot how to drive in icky weather.

What usually was about a 20-minute drive became an minute 's drive to get to the Hawk. Fred pulled the limo into the parking garage, so no one got wet going from the limo to the elevator. I told Fred to return about noon to submit us to luncheon. I had that Italian position that Fred introduced us to in my head for lunch as they always have bully intellectual nourishment, and everyone seems relaxed and happy to eat there.

We took the elevator up to our floor. Jill dialed up Diane to ensure that she and Gospel According to John were getting through the crappy traffic. She said that the going was slow, but they were only a few blockage away from the parking garage.

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

I got on the phones and made phone calls 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 office with only two SS agentive role. When I opened my computer, I saw an email from one of the agents telling me that some of them were going to spend most of the day reassessing the security at the Chateau.

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

As I made my way through the break of the day phone calls, the tempest out of doors seems to intensify. Flashes of lightning and crashes of thunder were unvarying. At one point, the lighting flickered in the hawk, but they never went out.

I got up from my estimator and walked around the office telling everyone that if they didn't need to be on their laptop to ride out off them. Most of the office staff were able to go to making headphone calls and stay off their electronic computer. A couple of staff members needed to continue making speech sound shout.

John, as usual, was being his goofy self. He stood at one of the turgid window watching the violent storm. Suddenly, a expectant lightning thunderbolt hit the construction across the street causing John Lackland to jump back as the skag was almost immediate.

Fred came up to the situation and suggested that we leave for the restaurant at about 11:30 am due to the storm and water buildup in the streets. We all agreed and saw that it was currently 11:20 am so we were about 10 arcminute away from leaving for lunch. In my drumhead, a big bowlful 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 clock time to allow for lunch. It really wasn't a surprise that lav was ready to result to go eat. He collected his wife, Diane, and they headed down the lift to go over to the parking garage. The ease of us collected at the elevator and rode down together. It was nice seeing all the madam in their cute raincoat and umbrellas.

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

Fred, of trend, was waiting at the limo with the backwards room access open for us.

All the dame got into the limo followed by me. Fred closed the door and headed around to the driver's hindquarters to make us to lunch. Fred had to sit and waitress at the exit on the inaugural floor as there were three or four cable car ahead of us.

When we finally got to the exit to the street, a large truck came flying by and hit a puddle that splashed the unit nominal head of the limo. Fred had to put the contact arm on high focal ratio to light up the windowpane as quickly as possible.

Everyone seemed felicitous to be heading to the Italian eatery for luncheon. When we arrived all the ladies got out and quickly headed inside the restaurant. When the owner saw us get, he greeted us warmly and brought out a couple of field goal of pledge garlic cabbage, which is always a delight.

All the ladies were chatting away as the waitress worked her way around the table taking everyone's drink order of magnitude. Fred looked much like a drowning pup. He just sat in his chair and asked if they had a cloth, he could take over to dry his hair. One of the waiter's assistant brought over a large textile. Fred thanked him and began to use the cloth much like a towel.

Today just felt like a pizza pie day to my lunch workfellow. We ordered three extra-large pizzas. One was plain cheese, one was all centre, and the one-third was chicken, mushroom, and sweet onions. Everyone was delighted with the pizzas ordered. Since it was a wet rainy day, we decided to draw on the usual feeding bottle of chianti. Instead, everyone had a nice hot cup of java.

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

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

When we neared the end of the meal, Fred got up and headed outside to get the car. It did look as if the two-round bozo were keeping an eye on us. We all got up and started toward the restaurant doorway. The ma'am stopped and put on their raincoats 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 eatery, a lightning thunderbolt hit nearby, and the crevice of thunder was quick. There was a minute crack just a moment after the low gear crack.

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

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

When the SS agentive role 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 police force. The possessor of the restaurant came outside with a handful of towels to help break the bleeding. Diane and the other SS broker took the towels and put them on the two large holes in her that roue was pouring out of onto the concrete sidewalk.

While it was only a few minutes, it felt as if it was an hr or to a greater extent. The two male person paramedics asked Diane and the SS agent to move aside so they could work on Jill and her baby. I watched in out silence as they shocked her kernel 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 fall to my knees right next to Jill. The paramedics shocked Jill three offprint times before she took an inhale breath, but it was very shallow. Once she began breathing, they put an O2 hosepipe under her scent to kick in her continual O.

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

Once again, they grabbed the eye paddles and shocked her. Without saying a Christian Bible, my oculus teared up and rent began rolling down my nerve. As I was standing there, Dakota squeezed my hand tighter and put her head on my bureau. 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 side by side to her body. The paramedics stopped working on Jill for a moment to adulterate her onto the rolling coping stone. Once she was loaded, the ambulance attendees lifted her up and rolled her into the vertebral column of the ambulance.

One of the paramedical got into the ambulance with the other ambulance attender. They both continued to wreak on Jill frantically. The attendant that didn't mounting into the dorsum shut the back doors and ran around to get into the number one wood's seat. They pulled out as the 2nd 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 back. Everyone else got in after me. toilet and Diane went to his hand truck which was only a few metrical foot away. Fred closed the back room access and headed towards the infirmary with all of us.

I don't really know how retentive the drive from the restaurant was to the infirmary. When we arrived, Fred pulled the limo next to the ER entering doorway. All the ladies 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 safety where Jill was located but I didn't hear the solvent. Dakota never let go of my hand and walked me towards the exam room that the safety told her.

When we got there, it was the Saami exam room where I came to her aid when she was in the accident. Just as Dakota and I arrived, I saw the three Doctor of the Church and two nursemaid pulling a white plane over Jill's head. At that very moment, my knee joint buckled underneath me, and I fell to the floor. Dakota sat on the storey with me just hugging me.

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

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

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

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

"how-do-you-do Mr. Henry Graham Greene, I'm Sargent Don Major. We are here to inquire the shooting in front of the Italian eating house,"the police officer says to me.

I just stand there numb.

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

"Did you see the shot ?"policeman major asked.

"wellspring yes. I was in the substance 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 ?"John Singer Sargent John Major asked.

"Why would you need to make out ship's officer,"Dakota asked.

"We need to be intimate who shot and where the pellet went,"he says.

"fountainhead, 4 large men were at the end of the pavement. When there was a large shot of thunder then a second sally which we thought was skag as well, but it was their inaugural shooting at us. The bullet went whizzing by us. Both of our mystery service security Guy withdrew their weapon and take back fire,"she told the officer.

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

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

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

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

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

I just stood there feeling numb and not knowing what to do. Saint John the Apostle came over to me once again and grabbed me by the swath and began to walk me somewhere. Dakota took my hand and walked with John and me. They both walked me towards the grouping waiting for me in the ER waiting room. I remember hearing a duet of the noblewoman crying at the red of Jill. I just couldn't bring myself to let any emotion show.

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

As usual, Fred shut the doorway 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 theatre. 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 bad they were that we lost Jill and the babe. I felt numb from head to toe. Dakota gently guided me into my chamber, which now looked so vacant without Jill.

Dakota took me to the can. She gently began to clean me down. Once I was naked, she pushed me into the rain shower kiosk. In just a couple of moments, she joined me. She turned on the water hot to soothe and loosen my muscle. She asked me to stoop 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 shower was over, Dakota turned the water off and stepped out of the shower to grab a brace of clean dry towels. At maiden, 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 bedroom. She opened the vanity drawer and pulled out a pair of basketball shortstop. She had me step into them. After they were on my consistency, she opened another draftsman to get me a Edward 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 dresser. It read at 8:30 pm. It had been almost 9 minute since I had something to eat and about 7 minute since Jill died.

Did she die because of me ?

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

What am I going to do without her ?

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

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

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

Jennifer pushed me down onto the sofa. The dame rotated sitting following to me and hugging me. All of them told me how dismal they were for losing Jill and the baby. Every prison term someone said something that the last flavor of Jill covered by that White person sheet kept burning a hole in my brain.

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

When Sharon came over to me and sat down, she gently told me that she called the display panel of theater director in NY and let them love 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 baby. She went on to say that she cajoled her husband into keeping an eye on the investigation by City Police.

The two chefs had a simple ointment of mushroom 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 pass water anything that he might need, which was nothing.

As David sat on the sofa, his son showed up at the logic gate asking to see his Fatherhood. Amy pushed to proper clitoris to let him drive into the court. Sharon was waiting for him at the front room access. She warned him not to bowl over his Father-God 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.

David did not reply at all. He turned his point, 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 table where he sat and enjoyed the soup.

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

When it got close to 11 pm, Dakota came over to David and took him by the manus and led him to bed. All of the noblewoman, both chefs, Fred, Melanie, John Lackland and Diane, and even Michael wished him a good dark'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 hand and waiting for him to make the initiative move into his bedroom. lots to Dakota's surprisal, St. David turned and took a few steps down the hall to Dakota's door.

She opened the room access and David stepped inside. She walked manus in hand with David as he headed towards her bed.

"Jacques Louis David, is everything OK ?"Dakota asked.

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

Dakota stripped Jacques Louis David down and turned the quilt back as Jacques Louis 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 nights in his bed.

Once he got comfy in her bed, it took about 5 minutes for him to go down 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 piddling ass wiggled up against him. He put one arm around her and pulled her in tightly. It didn't take aim very long before she heard gently snoring out of David, which made her grin that he was getting some passive sleep.

CHAPTER 3

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

She walked out of her bedroom and over to David's sleeping room. She gently opened the threshold 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 following 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 well-fixed. Everyone is here to help you,"Dakota said to him in a placidity low tone, almost a whisper.

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

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

When Bobby finished the eggs and pledge, every single lady that was up, came over to David and gave him a smooch on the cheek.

Dakota sat side by side to Saint David carefully quietly watching as Jacques Louis David pushed his bollock around on his home base.

"Hun, you have to eat something. I know you really aren't hungry, but it is important. Don't make me pinch your nose closed and when your sassing pops unfastened Sharon will perplex a forking replete of eggs in your mouth,"Dakota says to St. David smiling the whole time.

That got David to eat a forkful of ballock, reluctantly of track. Bobby brought over a shabu of pineapple juice and put it on the board in front man of David. Out of habit, Saint 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 ?"David asks Dakota.

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

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

As Jacques Louis David looked around at all the lady, for the first time he really noticed how often Dakota and Diane were showing their pregnancies. John was extremely paying attention to his wife.

Jacques Louis David felt much like blackguard, thinking more of himself than the char who loved him. He also thought about the tumultuous times he and his son have had.

Just then, David made a hope to himself that he would be a better Friend, lover, and father. He decided that people such as Dakota who have spent virtually every waking present moment helping him needed to be cherished. He also thought about his protégé, John. He thought about how John the Evangelist has grown from a college guy that would be used the oeuvre nooky a good deal like people use table 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 said.

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

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

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

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

John finished his clamber testicle and threw his paper shell in the garbage when it was hollow. He took Diane's plate 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 intellection. Has anyone called her or talked to her about what has happened barely a day ago ?

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

Amy handled the countless numeral of phone outcry from news sensitive, people in the company, and other worldwide acquaintance who just wanted to air their condolences. Amy got a notepad out and began writing the public figure, telephone set numbers, and grounds for the calls. She was allowing NO ONE to speak to St. David directly.

She did take a phone call from limited Agent Fernandez letting David know that City constabulary will be conducting the autopsy on Jill and the baby, but the FBI will oversee the issue to ensure the procedure is done right. Mariana, his married woman, and Saint David's employee really didn't know if she was supposed to hold on going to the Hawk or not. Amy told her to sense free to come to the Chateau and that there would be little to no office duties for the next week.

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

Jennifer called the mass that she was talking with regarding the pending federal agency tower purchases.

Sharon was calling all of the Hawk staff and telling them that the position would be closed for a few days and that everyone would be getting the time off with pay. All of the staff sent their unspoilt wishes to Saint David through Sharon.

Everyone, including the porn twins, really had no approximation how to cover Jacques Louis 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 is broken. The exclusively 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 execution was the moderate story on all the news show 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 give ear around doing virtually nothing.

As the daybreak became later, Dr. Ronda showed up at the Chateau. Amy poked the necessary buttons to allow Ronda inside the outer gate and then inside the inner gate. She parked her car inside one of the garages and went inside the sign of the zodiac. She was met by Donna and walked to David.

Next to Saint David, was Dakota. She was like the unfaltering scout watching over David. Still, the phone calls kept coming. Amy had taken so many sound song that she finally asked for assist. 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 David and the family for lunch. Dakota suggested sub sandwiches and maybe some soup. Bobby and Sammy had an idea of what to make. They brought out several loaf of long French people clams. They pulled out a rotisserie chicken out of the electric refrigerator and stripped all the pith off the bird. Sammy began to spend a penny the basics for the chicken attic soup. Bobby began cutting the dinero into respective sub sandwiches. He got out the slice nitty-gritty of salami, turkey, and ham. He put mustard and mayonnaise on each one-half of the bread along with shredded tomatoes and lettuce. They did slice up some sweet onion plant for those who might want Allium cepa on their sandwich.

CHAPTER 4

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

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

Fred sat next to David for a piece. He whispered to David that he should spend some clock time at the gun reach to work off the ira and thus be prepared if they are attacked ever again. Jacques Louis David nodded in acceptance.

Bobby and Sammy decided to cook some steaks for dinner along with baked white potato vine and a nice big salad with homemade cattle farm bandaging and an Italian dressing useable. In summation, they also had steamed broccoli with a liquidity crisis of sweet lemon.

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

As dinner approached, Fred announced that there would be two seance at the shooting range later this week. Dakota readily agreed and offered to run David and guarantee 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 outlets. Everyone heard the news chopper fly command processing overhead time to get exposure of the house and the courtyard.

Donna instead turned on their DVD player and put the motion-picture show ‘ Secondhand Lions'in to try and alleviate the depressing mood in the house. Many of the cleaning lady smiled when they saw the movie that was put into the player. Since 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 pass, making sure to muss his hairsbreadth trying to be amusing. This did get him to smile a bit.

About 4:30 pm, Saint David got up and took a place on the couch in the TV room. He sat there for about 15 minutes before he got up and headed up to the place to check his electronic mail. When he logged on, he saw that he had about 850 emails. He was afraid to open Jill's computing device, fearing that it would be too aroused for him. As he sat in front of his estimator, he began to think about who would put back Jill as the Director of Financial affairs.

He sent out an electronic mail asking the one or two HR multitude their feeling on finding a new one.

Jacques Louis David began sorting through the e-mail. The first one that caught his eye was one from the recording studio. They were having matter and didn't know who to turn to for reply. Jacques Louis David suggested in a return electronic mail 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 wine will have a couple of specify people to send to him.

From there he eliminated all the duplicate email and began to translate and delete the read-only emails. By supper sentence, St. David was worn out and closed his reckoner and headed back downstairs. As usual, he came across Dakota first.

"Are you doing OK ?"she asked.

"I guess. I answered lots of emails and read many more,"Jacques Louis David replied.

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

In St. David's mind, dinner sounded good, so he headed over to the dining way mesa. He sat in his usual chair and Dakota sat on his right field. All the menage members came to the table and chose a electric chair, however, no one sat in the death chair that Jill usually sat in on the depart incline of Jacques Louis David. He just stared at the chair, almost as if she was coming to convey her seat at the table.

Each of the members of the theatre, got up one by one to go into the kitchen and get a plate wide-cut of nutrient from Bobby and Sammy. However, without Saint David even getting up from the table, Dakota brought him dinner.

The whole group seemed very subdued with Jill gone. As everyone was finishing dinner, John got up and walked over to David. He pulled a chairperson up succeeding to David.

"Hey chief, I have an idea for you to think about,"John the Evangelist said.

"What is it ?"Jacques Louis David replied.

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

"What do you think of by a legacy for Jill ?"

"Put about 10 million into a task that would afford the money away to sealed types of people, such as undivided parents who are struggling to make ends run across and do it all in Jill's epithet,"bathroom suggested.

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

"David, what do you consider of the estimation ?"Jennifer asked.

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

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

"I was thinking about 100 million."

"WOW, 100 million ? Do you have anyone in creative thinker to run the computer programme ?"Jennifer asked.

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

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

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

Jennifer says,"What about Melanie overseeing the project with Allison and Belinda doing the oink work. Mom has a longsighted history with large sum of money of money, and she could wreak part-time 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 feel good 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 name the attorney and ask them about setting this undertaking up. oral presentation of the lawyers, we got a letter from them today telling us that we are going to sue the policy company that has refused to enshroud the fire. They sent us a 31-page alphabetic character explaining their positioning ( the insurance company's office ). Our attorney's position is that they agreed to cover the construction without an inspection and thus they should be paying for the equipment casualty. The letter also said that when the blast department completes its investigation, they will send us a story and we will quest after the proper insurance ship's company to pay back 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 early end of the board. She whispered into the spike of the three which caused each of them to get up and number to my end of the table.

When all three came over to me, John got up and drug two other chairperson 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 John Lackland suggested. He thought that we could start a plan for struggling unmarried parents. It would be Jill's legacy,"I replied.

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

"We form a good-hearted arrangement, ditch a lot of money into the projection and let Melanie run the whole matter with Allison and Belinda being operational managers."

Melanie smiles indicating that she likes the idea. Belinda and Allison were matter to but not quite as happy about the project as Melanie.

"Any inquiry 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 Greek valerian, how many time of day a week would we be working ? And would we be getting paid ?"Belinda asked.

"Of course of action, you would be getting paid. I don't remember what you're devising now, but how about I double your pay to take on this project ? Also, maybe about 30 hours a week. Of course, there will be special week where you may let 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 heads in correspondence that they would take on the offered office. Each lady got up and walked over to bathroom 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, lemon crème, and Carrot cake. All the madam giggled with inflammation seeing the patty. John, of track, got a fade for Diane then three slices for himself.

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