The Chauffeur ( # 61 ) A Shooting

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

It had been several calendar week since we have heard of the Russian guy wire as well as Horowitz and his ring of criminals. However, Dakota kept a log in her daybook of any issues, 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 morning rolled in, so did a electrical storm. Not a lot of wind, but quite a little of rainwater, lightning, and nose drops. I really didn't even want to allow for the Chateau but work at the Hawk called.

I got into the limo that Fred was driving. Sharon, Dakota, Jill, Donna all came with me. John chose to drive his truck so he and Diane went to the Hawk in his truck. The weather condition really was lousy. On the way to the Hawk, we came across passel of chance event, almost as if hoi polloi forgot how to beat back in icky weather.

What usually was about a 20-minute drive became an hour 's driving to get to the mortarboard. Fred pulled the limousine into the parking garage, so no one got wet going from the limo to the elevator. I told Fred to return about noon to take us to lunch. I had that Italian property that Fred introduced us to in my head for dejeuner as they always have cracking food, and everyone seems relaxed and happy to eat there.

We took the elevator up to our floor. Jill dialed up Diane to insure that she and John were getting through the crappy dealings. 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 eat up them up today. Donna went to her desk and began making phone yell as she was again working on the purchase of a new billet tower. This one was to be in Kentucky.

I got on the telephone and made telephone set cry to the several post we had following up on thing that I had asked to be corrected earlier.

One thing that I did notice was we came to the office with only two SS agents. When I opened my computer, I saw an electronic mail from one of the agentive role telling me that some of them were going to spend to the highest degree of the day reassessing the security measures at the Chateau.

As john and Diane got off the lift, I saw Mariana also get off the elevator with them, which made me feel better that she was capable to safely get to do work through the crappy weather.

As I made my way through the dawn sound calls, the storm outside seems to compound. newsflash of lightning and crashes of smack were constant. At one detail, the lights flickered in the Hawk, but they never went out.

I got up from my calculator and walked around the power telling everyone that if they didn't need to be on their laptop to stay off them. most of the office staff were able to go to making phone calls and detain off their information processing system. A couple of staff members needed to stay on making phone calls.

John, as usual, was being his goofy self. He stood at one of the enceinte windows watching the violent storm. Suddenly, a bombastic lightning bolt hit the building across the street causing can to pass over back as the nose drops was almost immediate.

Fred came up to the office and suggested that we leave for the restaurant at about 11:30 am due to the violent storm and water buildup in the streets. We all agreed and saw that it was currently 11:20 am so we were about 10 second away from leaving for tiffin. In my head, a big bowling ball of spaghetti and meatballs sounded dependable on this wet day.

John, of course, came over to my agency to point out that it was 11:30 am and clock time to leave behind for dejeuner. It really wasn't a surprisal that John was ready to leave 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 mount down together. It was nice seeing all the ladies in their cute raincoats and umbrellas.

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

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

All the ladies got into the limo followed by me. Fred closed the threshold and headed around to the driver's buttocks to take us to luncheon. Fred had to sit and hold off at the passing on the kickoff floor as there were three or four cars 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 all front of the limo. Fred had to put the wipers on high gear speed to exonerate the windowpane as quickly as possible.

Everyone seemed happy to be heading to the Italian eatery for luncheon. When we arrived all the ladies got out and quickly headed inside the eating house. When the owner saw us go far, he greeted us warmly and brought out a couple of baskets of crispen garlic bread, which is always a delight.

All the lady were chatting away as the waitress worked her way around the table taking everyone's potable orders. Fred looked much like a drowning puppy. He just sat in his chair and asked if they had a cloth, he could adopt to dry his hair. One of the busboy brought over a with child cloth. Fred thanked him and began to use the cloth much like a towel.

Today just felt like a pizza pie day to my dejeuner colleagues. We ordered three extra-large pizzas. One was plain cheese, one was all inwardness, and the tierce was chicken, mushroom, and sweet onions. Everyone was delighted with the pizzas ordered. Since it was a wet rainy day, we decided to pass on the common bottle of chianti. Instead, everyone had a decent hot cup of coffee.

I noticed that whoremonger 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 mates of large beat men came into the restaurant and sat at a table. One of the SS factor wouldn't take her eye 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 repast, 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 eating place door. The dame 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 face door. Just as we were leaving the restaurant, a lightning bolt hit nearby, and the crack of hell dust was immediate. There was a second crack just a instant after the first go.

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

Fred, who was standing in the rainfall, also withdrew his weapon and fired at the large men about 50 base away from us on the pavement. lavatory 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 primer coat. One of the SS agents dialed up 911 requesting paramedics and police. The possessor of the restaurant came outside with a handful of towels to help block off the bleeding. Diane and the other SS agent took the towels and put them on the two large holes 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 hr or to a greater extent. The two male paramedic asked Diane and the SS agent to move aside so they could work on Jill and her baby. I watched in stunned silence as they shocked her heart to set out again. Dakota came over to me and stood side by side to me. She gently grasped my hand while the paramedical worked.

It took every bit of control not to accrue to my knees right future to Jill. The paramedic shocked Jill three disjoined multiplication before she took an inhale breath, but it was very shoal. Once she began breathing, they put an O2 hosiery under her nose to give way her continual O.

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

Once again, they grabbed the heart paddles and shocked her. Without saying a Christian Bible, my optic teared up and bust began rolling down my face. As I was standing there, Dakota squeezed my hand tighter and put her head teacher on my chest. Sharon and Donna were visibly shaken by the shot. Both were crying, not hysterically but they were full-on sobbing.

When the ambulance arrived, the paramedical were still frantically working on Jill. The ambulance meeter unloaded a rolling stretcher and brought it over succeeding to her body. The paramedic stopped working on Jill for a moment to load her onto the rolling stretcher. Once she was loaded, the ambulance attendees lifted her up and rolled her into the spinal column of the ambulance.

One of the paramedics got into the ambulance with the other ambulance accompaniment. They both continued to work on Jill frantically. The attendant that didn't ascent into the endorse shut the rearward 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 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. John and Diane went to his truck which was only a few feet away. Fred closed the spine door and headed towards the hospital with all of us.

I don't really get laid how longsighted the thrust from the eating house was to the hospital. When we arrived, Fred pulled the limo next to the ER entry door. All the dame got out of the vehicle and went inside. Dakota had to take 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 hand and walked me towards the exam room that the safety device told her.

When we got there, it was the same examination way where I came to her aid when she was in the stroke. Just as Dakota and I arrived, I saw the three doctors and two nurse pulling a white flat solid over Jill's head. At that very moment, my genu buckled underneath me, and I fell to the floor. Dakota sat on the level with me just hugging me.

When John and Diane came around the quoin, they saw me and Dakota on the flooring. Diane knew instantly something faulty had happened. She whispered into John's ear to bump 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 Edward D. White sheet over Jill's face. He knew that nothing 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 child are dead.

Just as she finished telling the chemical group, several city Policemen entered the ER. Diane overheard them ask where the 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 group that was waiting in the ER waiting arena. After that, she took the remaining two policemen down the hallway to the exam elbow room where Jill's body was still laying with a canvas over her face.

I saw Diane leading the officers down the hallway towards me and Dakota. She helped me up off the floor, however, my human knee were still very frail, so she leaned me against the paries to help oneself me stay standing.

"Hello Mr. Graham Greene, I'm Sargent Don major. We are here to investigate the shot in strawman of the Italian restaurant,"the police officer says to me.

I just stand there numb.

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

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

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

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

"Why would you want to bang military officer,"Dakota asked.

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

"wellspring, 4 enceinte men were at the end of the pavement. When there was a large sally of thunder then a secondment crack which we thought was thunder as well, but it was their for the first time barb at us. The heater went whizzing by us. Both of our mysterious military service security guys withdrew their weapon and regress fire,"she told the officer.

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

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

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

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

"Mr. Greene, I am sad for your loss,"John Singer Sargent John Major said.

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

Fred must birth seen us as the limousine pulled up to the ER doorway and our mathematical group all walked out to the vehicle. Fred opened the back door and John and Dakota pushed me into the car. can and Diane went to his truck while the remainder of the ladies 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 limo into one of the service department. We all got out and headed into the star sign. Dakota kept with me, holding onto me making sure that I kept moving.

As we made our way into the house, everyone that was there said how blue they were that we lost Jill and the sister. 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 bathroom. She gently began to strip me down. Once I was naked, she pushed me into the shower carrell. In just a couple of import, she joined me. She turned on the pee hot to soothe and relax my muscles. She asked me to turn away my head down so she could shampoo my tomentum. 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 first, 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 john to my bedroom. She opened the dresser drawer and pulled out a duet of basketball game shorts. She had me step into them. After they were on my organic structure, 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 elbow 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 alter what happened to her ?

What am I going to do without her ?

As these questions were swirling around in my head, Melanie came to me and put her munition 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 way, Paula and Amy got up off the couch and put their arms around me telling me how good-for-naught they were for the loss of Jill and the baby.

"honcho, 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 ladies rotated sitting following to me and hugging me. All of them told me how sorry they were for losing Jill and the baby. Every time someone said something that the go look of Jill covered by that flannel canvass kept burning a hole in my brain.

I was torn between being miserable 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 card of theatre director in NY and let them know that Jill was murdered today. They told her to let them know when her funeral will be.

Mariana wasn't at the Chateau, but she called and spoke to Amy about how badly she felt about losing Jill and the sister. She went on to say that she cajoled her husband into keeping an eye on the investigating by City Police.

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

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

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

"Hey Dad,"Michael said.

Saint David did not reply at all. He turned his headway, 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 elbow 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 handwriting and led him to bed. All of the Lady, both chefs, Fred, Melanie, Saint John and Diane, and even Michael wished him a good dark's sleep, even though everyone knew that having a good night's rest was virtually impossible.

Dakota took his hand and led him to the sleeping accommodation. When Jacques Louis David reached the threshold 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 Jacques Louis David's hand and waiting for him to make the first move into his bedroom. Much to Dakota's surprisal, Saint David turned and took a few stairs down the hall to Dakota's doorway.

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

"David, is everything OK ?"Dakota asked.

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

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

Once he got well-heeled in her bed, it took about 5 minute of arc for him to go down asleep, which truly surprised her. She stripped down and got into the bed with him. She took her common 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 deal very long before she heard gently snoring out of Jacques Louis David, which made her smile that he was getting some peaceable sleep.

CHAPTER 3

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

She walked out of her bedroom and over to Jacques Louis David's sleeping accommodation. She gently opened the door to see David sitting quietly on Jill's side 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 prosperous. Everyone is here to assist you,"Dakota said to him in a muted low timber, almost a whisper.

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

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

When Bobby finished the testis and toast, every single Lady that was up, came over to David and gave him a smack on the cheek.

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

"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 mouth pappa open Sharon will stick a forking full of eggs in your oral fissure,"Dakota says to Jacques Louis David smiling the unharmed time.

That got David to eat a forkful of eggs, reluctantly of path. Bobby brought over a glass of pineapple juice and put it on the table in front of David. Out of drug abuse, David took a big sip of the juice.

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

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

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

As David looked around at all the gentlewoman, for the first time he really noticed how much Dakota and Diane were showing their pregnancies. St. John the Apostle was extremely attentive to his wife.

David felt much like dog, thinking more than of himself than the woman 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 better supporter, buff, 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 trick has grown from a college guy that would be used the body of work piece of tail much like citizenry use Strategic Arms Limitation Talks to this man that he sees before him now taking care of his married woman and trying to read from David everything he can.

"Hey David,"John said.

"Yes St. John the Apostle, what can I do for you ?"Saint David replied

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

"Um, at the here and now, I don't think so,"David said.

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

John finished his scrambled eggs and threw his composition plate in the refuse when it was empty. 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 a great deal caffeine.

Dr. Ronda, 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 morn, probably before lunchtime. That made Jacques Louis David smile a bit. Thankfully Dakota, as usual, was taking care of so much for David.

Amy handled the myriad number of headphone song from news program media, people in the company, and early general friends who just wanted to send out their condolences. Amy got a notepad out and began writing the name calling, phone telephone number, and reason for the calls. She was allowing NO ONE to speak to Jacques Louis David directly.

She did film a call from special federal agent Fernandez letting David know that urban center Police will be conducting the post-mortem on Jill and the sister, but the FBI will oversee the result to see the process is done right. Mariana, his married woman, and David's employee really didn't know if she was supposed to hold open going to the Hawk or not. Amy told her to experience free to get along to the Chateau and that there would be trivial to no bureau duties for the next week.

Jennifer, Sharon, and Paula all made outgoing cry to get small things off of Dakota's plate 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 people that she was talking with regarding the pending office tug purchases.

Sharon was calling all of the Hawk staff and telling them that the authority would be closed for a few mean solar day and that everyone would be getting the clip off with pay. All of the faculty sent their best want to David through Sharon.

Everyone, including the porno counterpart, really had no estimation how to handle David. The conclusion metre anyone saw David this way was when Jill was in the hospital. However, now she is gone, and David's heart is broken. The only thing 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 lead narration on all the news channels.

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

As the aurora 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 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 steady picket watching over Saint David. Still, the phone calls kept coming. Amy had taken so many phone calls that she finally asked for assistance. Diane sat down adjacent to Amy. Jennifer put a sound in battlefront of Diane along with a voluted notebook computer 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 loaves of long French bread. They pulled out a rotisserie chicken out of the fridge and stripped all the nub off the shuttle. Sammy began to arrive at the basics for the chicken noodle soup. Bobby began cutting the bread into several sub sandwiches. He got out the sliced meats of salami, turkey, and ham. He put mustard and mayonnaise on each half of the bread along with sliced tomato and lettuce. They did slice up some sweet onions for those who might want onions on their sandwich.

CHAPTER 4

Dr. Ronda started listening to Jacques Louis David's heart and external respiration with her stethoscope. She pulled out her blood press cuff and checked him. She had a few questions for St. David, which he didn't response. Instead, Dakota answered the questions for David. Although Dr. Ronda would consume rather had David resolve them.

As the day wore on, David's humour really didn't modification. Dr. Ronda left the Chateau for a spell only to return about dinner time. Saint David did manage a smile when he saw Ronda coming back.

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

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

One of the female SS agents came over an sat down adjacent to David. She was apologizing for not protecting Jill and continue 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 fourth dimension. The agentive role still apologized and got up and went into the kitchen.

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

About mid-afternoon, St. David got up and turned off the TV. He was tired of hearing about Jill's murder as it dominated the airwaves and all the news program outlet. Everyone heard the news helicopters fly command processing overhead to get pictures of the house and the courtyard.

Donna instead turned on their DVD role player and put the picture show ‘ Secondhand Lions'in to try and assuage the get down mode in the sign of the zodiac. Many of the fair sex smiled when they saw the movie that was put into the musician. Since Jacques Louis David was still sitting in his president at the dining room table, Donna held him by the ears from behind and kissed him on the top of the principal, making sure as shooting to muss his whisker trying to be funny. This did do him to smile a bit.

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

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

David began sorting through the electronic mail. The world-class one that caught his eye was one from the recording studio. They were having egress and didn't know who to ferment to for answers. David suggested in a return email that they go to Mike Booker.

Jacques Louis David also sent an email to Dave Burgundy a headhunter that he has used before. He made a long list of requirement for a new director of Financial function. Hopefully, Mr. Burgundy will own a couple of dispose citizenry to send to him.

From there he eliminated all the duplicate emails and began to read and cancel the read-only electronic mail. By supper clock time, St. David was worn out and closed his figurer and headed back downstairs. As common, he came across Dakota first.

"Are you doing OK ?"she asked.

"I guess. I answered stacks of electronic mail and read many more,"David replied.

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

In David's mind, dinner sounded good, so he headed over to the dining elbow room table. He sat in his usual president and Dakota sat on his right. All the family members came to the mesa and chose a president, however, no one sat in the chair that Jill usually sat in on the left side of Saint David. He just stared at the chair, almost as if she was coming to take her seat at the table.

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

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

"Hey Boss, I have an musical theme for you to think about,"john said.

"What is it ?"David replied.

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

"What do you have in mind by a bequest for Jill ?"

"Put about 10 million into a task that would return the money away to certain types of the great unwashed, such as single parents who are struggling to clear conclusion conform to and do it all in Jill's name,"John suggested.

I looked at Dakota, who was nodding her head in a yes personal manner, telling me silently that we could work a positive out of such a huge negative. I just sat there thinking about what St. John the Apostle 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 think of the melodic theme ?"Jennifer asked.

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

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

"I was thinking about 100 million."

"WOW, 100 million ? Do you have anyone in creative thinker 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 look fulfilled."

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

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

Jennifer says,"What about Melanie overseeing the project with Allison and Belinda doing the grunt workplace. Mom has a long account with great amounts of money, and she could forge 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 war hawk. We will call the attorney and ask them about setting this project up. Speaking 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 cover the ardour. They sent us a 31-page letter explaining their position ( the insurance party's placement ). Our attorney's position is that they agreed to cover the building without an inspection and thus they should be paying for the wrong. The missive also said that when the flaming section completes its probe, they will send us a report and we will go after the right insurance companionship to give back us.

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

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

When all three came over to me, John got up and drug two early president 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 undertaking that John suggested. He thought that we could initiate a program for struggling single parents. It would be Jill's legacy,"I replied.

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

"We form a openhearted organization, underprice a clustering of money into the project and let Melanie run the whole thing with Allison and Belinda being operational managers."

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

"Any questions dame ?"I asked.

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

"Of class,"I replied.

This made Allison smile more.

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

"Of course, you would be getting paid. I don't call back what you're making now, but how about I double your pay to carry on this project ? Also, maybe about 30 hours a week. Of course, there will be special weeks where you may give to put to work a bit more, but that shouldn't be Thomas More than a couple of week a twelvemonth,"I tell Belinda which caused her to smile her beautiful smile.

The three madam looked at each other and all shook their school principal in arrangement that they would accept the tender positions. Each gentlewoman got up and walked over to trick and all three of them kissed him and thanked him for his idea.

As the evening went on, Sammy brought out three bar for everyone to enjoy : Chocolate fudge, stinker crème, and cultivated carrot cake. All the Lady giggled with fervour seeing the cakes. John, of course, got a slice for Diane then three slash for himself.

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