The Chauffeur ( # 61 ) A Shooting

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

It had been several weeks since we have heard of the Russian guys as well as Horowitz and his band of crook. However, Dakota kept a log in her journal of any military issue, even if they were not confirmed. She still didn't trust that the Russians had been foiled and she certainly didn't think that Horowitz group was out of business.

As the good morning rolled in, so did a electrical storm. Not a lot of winding, but spate of rain, lightning, and roar. I really didn't even want to leave the Chateau but workplace at the hawk called.

I got into the limousine that Fred was driving. Sharon, Dakota, Jill, Donna all came with me. whoremonger chose to repulse his truck so he and Diane went to the war hawk in his truck. The weather really was lousy. On the way to the Hawk, we came across lots of accident, almost as if hoi polloi forgot how to push in crappy weather.

What usually was about a 20-minute drive became an hr 's driveway to get to the Hawk. Fred pulled the limo into the parking garage, so no one got wet going from the limousine to the lift. I told Fred to repay about noon to take us to tiffin. I had that Italian property that Fred introduced us to in my head for tiffin as they always have heavy nutrient, and everyone seems relaxed and happy to eat there.

We took the lift up to our story. Jill dialed up Diane to check that she and John were getting through the lousy dealings. She said that the going was slack, 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 them up today. Donna went to her desk and began making headphone Call as she was again working on the purchase of a new berth pillar. This one was to be in Kentucky.

I got on the phones and made earphone calls to the various federal agency we had following up on things that I had asked to be corrected earlier.

One thing that I did notice was we came to the authority with only two SS agentive role. When I opened my estimator, I saw an electronic mail from one of the agents telling me that some of them were going to pass 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 lift with them, which made me sense better that she was able to safely get to work through the crappy weather.

As I made my way through the morning phone calls, the storm outside seems to intensify. Flashes of lightning and clash of scag were invariable. At one point, the lights flickered in the hawk, but they never went out.

I got up from my computer and walked around the office telling everyone that if they didn't need to be on their laptop to stay off them. about of the function staff were able to go to making headphone cry and continue off their reckoner. A duet of stave members needed to continue making earpiece calls.

John the Evangelist, as common, was being his goofy ego. He stood at one of the large Windows watching the storm. Suddenly, a large lightning bolt hit the building across the street causing John the Divine to derail back as the thunder was almost immediate.

Fred came up to the position and suggested that we leave for the eating place 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 minutes away from leaving for lunch. In my drumhead, a big roll of spaghetti and meatballs sounded soundly on this wet day.

John, of course, came over to my place to sharpen out that it was 11:30 am and time to leave for dejeuner. It really wasn't a surprisal that toilet was quick to leave 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 razz down together. It was skillful seeing all the ladies in their cute raincoat and umbrellas.

When we got to the 2nd level, the elevator opened, and everyone spilled out to head across to the parking service department via the crossover.

Fred, of course of study, was waiting at the limo with the punt door open for us.

All the ladies got into the limousine followed by me. Fred closed the door and headed around to the driver's seat to take us to lunch. Fred had to sit and hold off at the exit on the outset floor as there were three or four cars ahead of us.

When we finally got to the exit to the street, a gravid hand truck came flying by and hit a puddle that splashed the whole straw man of the limo. Fred had to put the contact arm on high-pitched speed to pull in the window as quickly as possible.

Everyone seemed happy to be heading to the Italian restaurant for luncheon. When we arrived all the ladies got out and quickly headed inside the restaurant. When the owner saw us arrive, he greeted us warmly and brought out a brace of hoop of toast garlic breadstuff, which is always a delight.

All the noblewoman were chatting away as the waitress worked her way around the table taking everyone's drinkable club. Fred looked much like a drowning puppy. He just sat in his death chair and asked if they had a textile, he could adopt to dry his whisker. One of the waiter's assistant brought over a large fabric. Fred thanked him and began to use the textile much like a towel.

Today just felt like a pizza day to my luncheon colleagues. We ordered three extra-large pizzas. One was plain cheese, one was all meat, and the third was chicken, mushroom, and odoriferous onions. Everyone was delighted with the pizzas 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 burnt umber.

I noticed that John and Diane were being all Lovey-Dovie which was gracious to see. As the pizza pie were delivered, everyone dug into the ***********ion. I had asked the two SS agents to get together us, which they did.

As we were eating, a duo of large round men came into the eating place and sat at a table. One of the SS agents wouldn't take her optic 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 guys were keeping an eye on us. We all got up and started toward the eating place door. The peeress stopped and put on their waterproof and made sure that they each had their umbrellas.

Fred pulled the limousine up to the sidewalk by the front room access. Just as we were leaving the restaurant, a lightning bolt hit nearby, and the whirl of hell dust was immediate. There was a second crack just a moment after the low gear whirl.

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

Fred, who was standing in the rain, also withdrew his weapon and fired at the large men about 50 feet 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 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 federal agent dialed up 911 requesting paramedic and police. The owner of the eating place came outside with a smattering of towels to help hold on the hemorrhage. Diane and the other SS federal agent took the towels and put them on the two expectant muddle in her that ancestry was pouring out of onto the concrete sidewalk.

While it was only a few second, it felt as if it was an hr or Sir Thomas More. The two male person paramedics asked Diane and the SS agent to be active aside so they could work on Jill and her child. I watched in stupefied silence as they shocked her heart to start out again. Dakota came over to me and stood next to me. She gently grasped my deal while the paramedics worked.

It took every bit of control not to fall to my genu right side by side to Jill. The paramedics shocked Jill three separate prison term before she took an inhale breath, but it was very shallow. Once she began breathing, they put an O2 hose under her intrude 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 soundbox. I didn't see it pass, but John moved over next to me and put his hand on my articulatio humeri. At that moment I saw that the sidewalk was covered in blood and that it was dripping off the pavement into the parking lot.

Once again, they grabbed the heart paddle and shocked her. Without saying a word, my eye teared up and crying began rolling down my face. As I was standing there, Dakota squeezed my deal tighter and put her head on my thorax. 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 body. The paramedical stopped working on Jill for a moment to load her onto the rolling coping stone. Once she was loaded, the ambulance attender lifted her up and rolled her into the rachis of the ambulance.

One of the paramedics got into the ambulance with the other ambulance concomitant. They both continued to run on Jill frantically. The accompaniment that didn't climb into the back shut the indorse doors and ran around to get into the driver's seat. They pulled out as the second paramedic cleaned up their equipment and loaded it back into the paramedical vehicle.

As he pulled out, I stood there stunned not knowing what to do. Dakota walked me over to the limousine putting me in the back. Everyone else got in after me. john and Diane went to his hand truck which was only a few base away. Fred closed the support threshold and headed towards the infirmary with all of us.

I don't really know how foresighted the drive from the eatery was to the hospital. When we arrived, Fred pulled the limo next to the ER unveiling doors. All the ladies got out of the vehicle and went inside. Dakota had to take me by the deal to get me out of the limo and inside the ER.

CHAPTER 2

I heard Dakota ask the sentry duty where Jill was located but I didn't hear the answer. 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 Saame 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 nursemaid pulling a Edward D. White sheet over Jill's pass. At that very moment, my knee joint 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 niche, they saw me and Dakota on the floor. Diane knew instantly something wrong had happened. She whispered into John's ear to find out what happened as she would go tell the others that were in the ER waiting area.

As Saint John walked around me, he saw the tweed sheet over Jill's side. He knew that nothing 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 group, respective metropolis Policemen entered the ER. Diane overheard them ask where the mathematical group for Jill Henry Graham Greene would be. Diane went over to the officer and introduced herself. She took two of the Policemen to the chemical group that was waiting in the ER waiting area. After that, she took the remaining two policeman down the hall to the exam room where Jill's organic structure was still laying with a tack over her face.

I saw Diane leading the ship's officer down the hallway towards me and Dakota. She helped me up off the level, however, my knees were still very debile, so she leaned me against the paries to help me continue standing.

"Hello Mr. Henry Graham Greene, I'm John Singer Sargent Don John Major. We are here to look into the shot in front of the Italian restaurant,"the policeman says to me.

I just stand there numb.

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

"Did you see the shooting ?"officeholder John 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 shooting was over,"Dakota told the officer.

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

"Why would you want to be intimate officer,"Dakota asked.

"We need to know who shooter and where the pellet went,"he says.

"wellspring, 4 turgid men were at the end of the sidewalk. When there was a large snap of thunder then a second shot which we thought was boom as well, but it was their first gear shot at us. The bullet went whizzing by us. Both of our mystery Service security Guy withdrew their weapons and pass fire,"she told the officer.

"And where was Mr. Greene located ?"John Singer Sargent major asked.

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

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

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

"Mr. Henry Graham Greene, I am sorry for your red,"Sargent Major said.

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

Fred must experience seen us as the limo pulled up to the ER threshold and our radical all walked out to the vehicle. Fred opened the rearward door and John and Dakota pushed me into the car. Saint John and Diane went to his hand truck while the rest of the ladies all climbed in behind me.

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

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

As we made our way into the house, everyone that was there said how no-good they were that we lost Jill and the infant. I felt numb from point to toe. Dakota gently guided me into my sleeping accommodation, 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 bath carrell. In just a couplet of moments, she joined me. She turned on the water hot to soothe and unlax my muscles. She asked me to bend my head down so she could shampoo my hair. 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 rain shower to grab a couple of clean dry towels. At for the first time, 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 privy to my bedroom. She opened the dresser drawer and pulled out a couplet of basketball shortstop. She had me step into them. After they were on my body, she opened another draftsman to get me a white tee shirt and she had me sit on the boundary 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 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 shift what happened to her ?

What am I going to do without her ?

As these question were swirling around in my top dog, Melanie came to me and put her sleeve 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 eternity, Melanie quit hugging me. Dakota kept walking me towards the TV 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 subdivision around me telling me how sorry they were for the loss 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 sofa. The Lady rotated sitting next to me and hugging me. All of them told me how no-good they were for losing Jill and the babe. Every time somebody said something that the utmost look of Jill covered by that white tack kept burning a hole in my brain.

I was torn between being miserable and raging. My Einstein was stuck between both emotions.

When Sharon came over to me and sat down, she gently told me that she called the board of managing director in NY and let them bed that Jill was murdered today. They told her to let them get it on 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 probe by City Police.

The two chefs had a elementary cream 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 make anything that he might want, which was nothing.

As David sat on the lounge, his son showed up at the gate asking to see his forefather. Amy pushed to proper push to let him drive into the courtyard. Sharon was waiting for him at the front door. She warned him not to discomfit his don 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 reply at all. He turned his school principal, 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 room 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 script and led him to bed. All of the gentlewoman, both chefs, Fred, Melanie, John the Divine and Diane, and even Michael wished him a good night's slumber, even though everyone knew that having a good night's nap was virtually impossible.

Dakota took his manus and led him to the bedchamber. When Saint 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 St. David's hand and waiting for him to make the first motility into his bedroom. Much to Dakota's surprise, St. David turned and took a few tone down the hallway to Dakota's room access.

She opened the door and David stepped inside. She walked mitt 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 eternal rest in my bed tonight with no Jill,"he responded.

Dakota stripped St. David down and turned the quilt back as 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 well-fixed in her bed, it took about 5 minute of arc 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 precious little ass wiggled up against him. He put one arm around her and pulled her in tightly. It didn't get hold of very long before she heard gently snoring out of Saint David, which made her smiling that he was getting some peaceful 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 Saint David anywhere. She got up and went into the bath to hold in for David. She didn't see him in her bathroom. She quickly jumped into the shower and took a spry rain shower, maybe 3 bit long. When she was through, she dried off and got dressed.

She walked out of her bedroom and over to David's bedroom. She gently opened the door to see 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 hush low tone, almost a whisper.

Dakota stood up and took Saint 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 eggs for Jacques Louis David and herself. Bobby asked if they would like some toast to go along with the eggs, Dakota readily agreed.

As the nut 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 coffee berry so there would be no rioting over Columbia University's in effect effectual export.

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

Dakota sat next to David carefully quietly watching as David pushed his ball around on his plate.

"Hun, you have to eat something. I know you really aren't hungry, but it is significant. Don't make me nobble your nozzle closed and when your mouth pop open Sharon will puzzle a fork full of nut in your mouth,"Dakota says to Jacques Louis David smiling the whole time.

That got St. David to eat a forkful of eggs, reluctantly of course of instruction. Bobby brought over a ice of pineapple juice and put it on the table in front of David. Out of use, David took a big sip of the juice.

"What do I do about Jill's stuff ? Do I start removing it from our sleeping room or is it too soon ?"David asks Dakota.

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

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

As David looked around at all the ladies, for the for the first time time he really noticed how a good deal Dakota and Diane were showing their maternity. whoremonger was extremely attentive to his wife.

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

Just then, David made a promise to himself that he would be a break supporter, lover, and father. He decided that people such as Dakota who have spent virtually every waking moment 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 work Fuck much like mass use salinity to this man that he sees before him now taking precaution of his wife and trying to read from St. David everything he can.

"Hey St. David,"John said.

"Yes John, what can I do for you ?"Jacques Louis 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 separate me and I'll take attention of it,"was whoremaster's reply.

john finished his clamber eggs and threw his paper plate in the garbage when it was empty. He took Diane's collection 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, Saint David thought. Has anyone called her or talked to her about what has happened barely a day ago ?

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

Amy handled the unnumbered turn of speech sound calls from news media, masses in the caller, and other worldwide ally who just wanted to place their condolence. Amy got a notepad out and began writing the name calling, phone numbers, and reason for the song. She was allowing NO ONE to speak to David directly.

She did take a yell from peculiar Agent Fernandez letting David know that City police will be conducting the necropsy on Jill and the baby, but the FBI will oversee the solution to ensure the procedure is done right. Mariana, his married woman, and David's employee really didn't know if she was supposed to retain going to the Hawk or not. Amy told her to experience free to come to the Chateau and that there would be little to no post duties for the succeeding week.

Jennifer, Sharon, and Paula all made outgoing calls to get small affair off of Dakota's scale in trying to handle David. Paula had a limousine sent to the house and picked up the limousine that was in the garage.

Jennifer called the multitude that she was talking with regarding the pending office towboat purchases.

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

Everyone, including the pornography twins, really had no idea how to deal Jacques Louis David. The concluding time anyone saw David this way was when Jill was in the infirmary. However, now she is gone, and David's pump is broken. The entirely matter that is keeping him even remotely sane is Dakota.

As David sat in the TV elbow room, he couldn't even watch TV as the news about Jill's murder was the take story on all the news channels.

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

As the morning became later, Dr. Ronda showed up at the Chateau. Amy poked the necessary push to appropriate Ronda inside the outer gate and then inside the inner gate. She parked her car inside one of the garage and went inside the house. She was met by Donna and walked to David.

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

Bobby and Sammy asked Dakota what they should be making for Saint David and the family for dejeuner. Dakota suggested sub sandwiches and maybe some soup. Bobby and Sammy had an idea of what to shit. They brought out several loaf of long French dough. They pulled out a rotisserie chicken out of the fridge and stripped all the meat off the bird. Sammy began to make the basics for the wimp noodle soup. Bobby began cutting the bread into several sub sandwiches. He got out the sliced essence of salami, turkey, and ham. He put mustard and mayonnaise on each half of the bread along with sliced Lycopersicon esculentum and sugar. They did slice up up some unfermented onions for those who might want onions on their sandwich.

CHAPTER 4

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

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

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

Bobby and Sammy decided to cook some steaks for dinner party along with adust potatoes and a squeamish big salad with homemade ranch dressing and an Italian fecundation available. In summation, they also had steamed broccoli with a squeeze of refreshful lemon.

One of the female SS factor came over an sat down adjacent 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 surprisal ambush, and no one can protect someone 100 % of the time. The agent still apologized and got up and went into the kitchen.

As dinner approached, Fred announced that there would be two Roger Huntington Sessions at the shooting range later this calendar week. Dakota readily agreed and offered to guide St. David and ascertain that he did OK.

About mid-afternoon, David got up and turned off the TV. He was tired of hearing about Jill's slaying as it dominated the airwaves and all the news show sales outlet. Everyone heard the news whirlybird fly viewgraph to get impression of the house and the courtyard.

Donna instead turned on their DVD player and put the film ‘ Secondhand Lions'in to try and alleviate the press down modality in the household. Many of the charwoman smiled when they saw the pic that was put into the histrion. Since David was still sitting in his chairperson at the dining room mesa, Donna held him by the ear from behind and kissed him on the top of the head, making sure to tussle his hair trying to be risible. This did cause him to smile a bit.

About 4:30 pm, David got up and took a spot on the lounge in the TV room. He sat there for about 15 minutes before he got up and headed up to the office to see his e-mail. When he logged on, he saw that he had about 850 e-mail. He was afraid to open Jill's computing device, fearing that it would be too emotional for him. As he sat in front of his computer, he began to think about who would interchange Jill as the manager of Financial affairs.

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

Saint David began sorting through the email. The showtime one that caught his eye was one from the transcription studio apartment. They were having payoff and didn't know who to plow to for answers. David suggested in a return email that they go to mike Booker.

St. David also sent an email to Dave Burgundy a headhunter that he has used before. He made a long lean of requirements for a new Director of Financial affairs. Hopefully, Mr. Burgundy will have a mates of qualified mass to send to him.

From there he eliminated all the duplicate e-mail and began to read and delete the read-only electronic mail. By supper time, David was worn out and closed his calculator and headed back downstairs. As usual, he came across Dakota first.

"Are you doing OK ?"she asked.

"I guess. I answered lots of electronic mail and scan many more,"David replied.

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

In David's mind, dinner sounded good, so he headed over to the dining way tabular array. He sat in his usual chair and Dakota sat on his rightfulness. All the menage members came to the table and chose a chair, however, no one sat in the professorship that Jill usually sat in on the bequeath incline of David. He just stared at the chair, almost as if she was coming to take her behind at the table.

Each of the penis of the house, got up one by one to go into the kitchen and get a plateful good of food from Bobby and Sammy. However, without 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 Jacques Louis David. He pulled a electric chair up next to David.

"Hey honcho, I have an idea for you to consider about,"John said.

"What is it ?"David replied.

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

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

"Put about 10 million into a project that would consecrate the money away to certain character of citizenry, such as single parents who are struggling to make ends see and do it all in Jill's public figure,"bathroom suggested.

I looked at Dakota, who was nodding her head in a yes manner, telling me silently that we could plough a positive out of such a huge 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 think of the opportunity.

"David, what do you call up of the musical theme ?"Jennifer asked.

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

"Well, how practically do you remember should be put into this projection ?"Jennifer asked.

"I was thinking about 100 million."

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

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

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

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

Jennifer says,"What about Melanie overseeing the project with Allison and Belinda doing the grunt oeuvre. Mom has a long story with prominent amounts 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 just 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 phone the lawyers and ask them about setting this projection up. speech production of the attorney, we got a varsity letter from them today telling us that we are going to sue the insurance company that has refused to hide the fervency. They sent us a 31-page letter explaining their emplacement ( the insurance policy company's side ). Our attorney's position is that they agreed to cover the building without an review and thus they should be paying for the damage. The missive also said that when the flame department completes its investigation, they will direct us a written report and we will pursue the right insurance company to requite 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 mesa. She whispered into the ear of the three which caused each of them to get up and fare to my end of the table.

When all three came over to me, privy got up and drug two other chairs over to me where the lady could sit while I talked to them.

"dame, I have a proposal for the three of you,"I said to them.

"OK, what is it, St. David ?"Melanie replied.

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

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

"We form a charitable organization, dump a gang of money into the project and let Melanie run the whole thing with Allison and Belinda being in operation managers."

Melanie smiles indicating that she likes the idea. 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 charity, how many hr a week would we be working ? And would we be getting paid ?"Belinda asked.

"Of course, you would be getting paid. I don't remember what you're making now, but how about I double your pay to postulate on this project ? Also, maybe about 30 hour a week. Of course, there will be particular hebdomad where you may throw to work a bit more, but that shouldn't be more than a span of hebdomad a year,"I tell Belinda which caused her to smile her beautiful smile.

The three ladies looked at each other and all shook their read/write head in agreement that they would accept the proffer positions. Each lady got up and walked over to Saint 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 savor : Chocolate fudge, lemon crème, and carrot cake. All the ladies giggled with fervour seeing the cake. can, of course, got a piece for Diane then three cut 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 circuit musical note. I PUT IN A BIG SURPRISE IN THIS CHAPTER AND I HOPE IT DOESN'T FREAK TOO MANY OF MY FANS OUT………. PABLO DIABLO .