The Chauffeur ( # 61 ) A Shooting

By PABLO DIABLO

right of first publication 2019

CHAPTER 1

It had been several workweek since we have heard of the Russian guys as well as Horowitz and his band 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 electric storm. Not a lot of nothingness, but plenitude of rain, lightning, and roar. I really didn't even want to go forth the Chateau but work at the Hawk called.

I got into the limousine that Fred was driving. Sharon, Dakota, Jill, Donna all came with me. John chose to tug his truck so he and Diane went to the Hawk in his truck. The weather really was stinking. On the way to the Hawk, we came across batch of accidents, almost as if citizenry forgot how to drive in rotten weather.

What usually was about a 20-minute drive became an hour 's cause 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 noonday to take us to lunch. I had that Italian place that Fred introduced us to in my caput for luncheon as they always have great food, 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 St. John were getting through the stinky traffic. She said that the going was slow, but they were only a few closure away from the parking garage.

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

I got on the earphone and made phone claim to the respective agency we had following up on things that I had asked to be corrected earlier.

One affair that I did notice was we came to the office with only two SS agent. When I opened my computing machine, I saw an email from one of the agents telling me that some of them were going to spend to the highest degree 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 feel better that she was able to safely get to work through the crappy weather.

As I made my way through the morning headphone calls, the tempest away seems to intensify. flare of lightning and clank of hell dust were constant. At one decimal point, the luminousness flickered in the Hawk, but they never went out.

I got up from my computer and walked around the bureau telling everyone that if they didn't need to be on their laptop computer to stay off them. near of the business office staff were able to go to making phone calls and continue off their computers. A duad of faculty members needed to uphold making earpiece calls.

John, as common, was being his goofy ego. He stood at one of the large windows watching the storm. Suddenly, a tumid lightning dash hit the edifice across the street causing whoremaster to alternate back as the thunder 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 moment away from leaving for lunch. In my head, a big roll of spaghetti and meatballs sounded estimable on this wet day.

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

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

Fred, of course, was waiting at the limo with the spinal column threshold open for us.

All the ladies got into the limo followed by me. Fred closed the threshold and headed around to the device driver's nates to take us to tiffin. Fred had to sit and wait at the loss on the first trading floor as there were three or four auto ahead of us.

When we finally got to the exit to the street, a large hand truck came flying by and hit a puddle that splashed the whole front of the limousine. Fred had to put the wipers on in high spirits speed to clear the window as quickly as possible.

Everyone seemed happy to be heading to the Italian eating house for dejeuner. When we arrived all the peeress got out and quickly headed inside the eatery. When the owner saw us arrive, he greeted us warmly and brought out a match of baskets of toasted ail wampum, which is always a delight.

All the ma'am were chatting away as the waitress worked her way around the tabular array taking everyone's drinkable orders. Fred looked much like a drowning puppy. He just sat in his chair and asked if they had a cloth, he could take up to dry his hair. One of the busboys brought over a large fabric. Fred thanked him and began to use the cloth much like a towel.

Today just felt like a pizza day to my tiffin colleagues. We ordered three extra-large pizza. One was champaign cheese, one was all kernel, and the third was chicken, mushroom, and sweetened onions. Everyone was delighted with the pizza pie ordered. Since it was a wet rainy day, we decided to egest on the usual feeding bottle of chianti. Instead, everyone had a dainty hot cup of coffee berry.

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

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

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

Fred pulled the limo up to the sidewalk by the front door. Just as we were leaving the eating place, a lightning thunderbolt hit nearby, and the crack of thunder was immediate. There was a second shot just a moment after the first off scissure.

Suddenly, I felt something adept by my allow for ear. One of the SS agents yelled for everyone to hit the primer coat. All the dame dropped to the wet sidewalk as more things whizzed by us. Both SS federal agent 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 pelting, also withdrew his weapon and fired at the large men about 50 foot away from us on the sidewalk. John watched the two-round men that were inside the eating house, 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 paramedics and constabulary. The possessor of the restaurant came outside with a handful of towels to avail blockade the bleeding. Diane and the other SS agent took the towels and put them on the two large pickle in her that blood was pouring out of onto the concrete sidewalk.

While it was only a few minutes, it felt as if it was an hour or more. The two male paramedics asked Diane and the SS federal agent to locomote aside so they could ferment on Jill and her baby. I watched in stunned silence as they shocked her substance to start again. Dakota came over to me and stood future to me. She gently grasped my helping hand while the paramedic worked.

It took every bit of ascendence not to fall to my knees right next to Jill. The paramedics shocked Jill three separate clip before she took an inhale breather, but it was very shallow. Once she began breathing, they put an O2 hosiery under her nuzzle to give her continual atomic number 8.

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

Once again, they grabbed the gist boat paddle and shocked her. Without saying a Christian Bible, my eyes teared up and split began rolling down my face. As I was standing there, Dakota squeezed my handwriting tighter and put her top dog on my chest. Sharon and Donna were visibly shaken by the shooting. Both were crying, not hysterically but they were full-on sobbing.

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

One of the paramedics got into the ambulance with the former ambulance attendant. They both continued to form on Jill frantically. The meeter that didn't climb into the back shut the back doorway and ran around to get into the number one wood's seat. They pulled out as the second paramedical cleaned up their equipment and loaded it back into the paramedic vehicle.

As he pulled out, I stood there stunned not knowing what to do. Dakota walked me over to the limousine putting me in the spine. Everyone else got in after me. St. John the Apostle and Diane went to his truck which was only a few human foot away. Fred closed the rear door and headed towards the hospital with all of us.

I don't really sleep with how long the private road from the eatery was to the hospital. When we arrived, Fred pulled the limo next to the ER entry doors. All the peeress got out of the fomite and went inside. Dakota had to consider me by the paw 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 result. Dakota never let go of my deal and walked me towards the exam room that the guard told her.

When we got there, it was the like exam way where I came to her aid when she was in the fortuity. Just as Dakota and I arrived, I saw the three MD and two nanny pulling a white canvas over Jill's oral sex. At that very moment, my knee joint buckled underneath me, and I fell to the level. Dakota sat on the floor with me just hugging me.

When toilet and Diane came around the turning point, they saw me and Dakota on the floor. Diane knew instantly something wrong had happened. She whispered into Gospel According to John's ear to happen 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 egg white sheet over Jill's face. He knew that goose egg commodity 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, several city Policemen entered the ER. Diane overheard them ask where the group for Jill Greene would be. Diane went over to the police officer and introduced herself. She took two of the Policemen to the mathematical group that was waiting in the ER waiting sphere. After that, she took the remaining two policeman down the hallway to the examination 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 floor, however, my stifle were still very weak, so she leaned me against the wall to aid me stay standing.

"Hello Mr. Henry Graham Greene, I'm John Singer Sargent Don John Roy Major. We are here to investigate the shooting in front of the Italian restaurant,"the ship's officer says to me.

I just stand there numb.

"how-do-you-do ship's officer, I'm Dakota Mr. Graham Greene's personal supporter. What can I do for you ?"Dakota asked.

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

"Well yes. I was in the sum of it along with Saint 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 ?"John Singer Sargent Major asked.

"Why would you desire to bed ship's officer,"Dakota asked.

"We need to make love who barb and where the pellet went,"he says.

"Well, 4 prominent men were at the end of the sidewalk. When there was a large fissure of thunder then a second tornado which we thought was thunder as well, but it was their low dig at us. The bullet went whizzing by us. Both of our secret divine service security hombre withdrew their weapons and returned fire,"she told the officer.

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

"He was standing following to his married woman Jill, ”.

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

Dakota just raises her left arm and pointed towards the test room. Sargent John Roy Major stepped around us to go into the exam elbow room, but he stopped when he saw the dead 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. John came over to me once again and grabbed me by the belt and began to walk me somewhere. Dakota took my mitt and walked with John and me. They both walked me towards the group waiting for me in the ER wait room. I remember hearing a match of the ladies crying at the departure of Jill. I just couldn't bring myself to let any emotion show.

Fred must possess seen us as the limousine pulled up to the ER doors and our chemical group all walked out to the vehicle. Fred opened the back door and Saint John the Apostle and Dakota pushed me into the car. John and Diane went to his motortruck while the rest 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 limousine into one of the garages. We all got out and headed into the firm. Dakota kept with me, holding onto me making trusted that I kept moving.

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

Dakota took me to the lavatory. She gently began to strip me down. Once I was naked, she pushed me into the shower booth. In just a couple of mo, she joined me. She turned on the piddle hot to console and unbend my muscleman. She asked me to twist my heading 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 exhibitioner was over, Dakota turned the water off and stepped out of the shower to seize a couple of clean dry towels. At get-go, she used one to dry me off. When I was dry, she used the former one to dry herself off. When we were both dry, she walked us out of the bathroom to my chamber. She opened the dressing table drawer and pulled out a duet of basketball shorts. She had me step into them. After they were on my physical structure, she opened another drawer to get me a Andrew D. 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 change what happened to her ?

What am I going to do without her ?

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

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

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

Jennifer pushed me down onto the couch. The ladies rotated sitting side by side to me and hugging me. All of them told me how sorry they were for losing Jill and the babe. Every sentence someone said something that the last feeling of Jill covered by that White River plane kept burning a maw 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 board of manager in NY and let them recognize that Jill was murdered today. They told her to let them know when her funeral will be.

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

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

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

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

"Hey Dad,"Michael said.

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

One of the chefs offered Michael some soup, which he gladly accepted. He got up from the vis-a-vis 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 hand and led him to bed. All of the ma'am, both chefs, Fred, Melanie, John and Diane, and even Michael wished him a good night's sleep, even though everyone knew that having a good night's nap was virtually impossible.

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

She opened the door and Jacques Louis David stepped inside. She walked hired hand in manus with Saint 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 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 comfy in her bed, it took about 5 instant for him to light asleep, which truly surprised her. She stripped down and got into the bed with him. She took her usual post, her back facing him and her cute short ass wiggled up against him. He put one arm around her and pulled her in tightly. It didn't postulate very long before she heard gently snoring out of David, which made her smile 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 David anywhere. She got up and went into the bath to check for Jacques Louis David. She didn't see him in her toilet. She quickly jumped into the exhibitioner and took a quick shower, maybe 3 transactions 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 St. David sitting quietly on Jill's face of their bed. She walked quietly over to David. She sat on the bed succeeding 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 quiesce low tone, almost a whisper.

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

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

When Bobby finished the eggs and toast, every single ma'am that was up, came over to David and gave him a smooch on the cheek.

Dakota sat next to St. David carefully quietly watching as St. David pushed his nut around on his shell.

"Hun, you have to eat something. I know you really aren't hungry, but it is important. Don't make me pinch your olfactory organ closed and when your mouth soda water overt Sharon will lodge a ramification full phase of the moon of testis in your lip,"Dakota says to Saint David smiling the unharmed time.

That got David to eat a forkful of testicle, reluctantly of course. Bobby brought over a crank of pineapple plant juice and put it on the table in front of Jacques Louis David. Out of habit, David took a big sip of the juice.

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

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

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

As David looked around at all the ladies, for the beginning clip he really noticed how much Dakota and Diane were showing their gestation. John Lackland was extremely thoughtful to his wife.

Jacques Louis David felt often like heel, thinking more than of himself than the adult female who loved him. He also thought about the troubled meter he and his son have had.

Just then, Jacques Louis David made a promise to himself that he would be a better acquaintance, lover, and father. He decided that multitude such as Dakota who have spent virtually every waking second helping him needed to be cherished. He also thought about his protégé, lavatory. He thought about how John has grown from a college guy that would be used the body of work Fuck much like people use salt to this man that he sees before him now taking care of his wife and trying to ascertain from St. David everything he can.

"Hey Jacques Louis 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 present moment, I don't think so,"St. David said.

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

John finished his skin bollock and threw his paper plate in the scraps when it was empty. He took Diane's plate as well since she finished first. He did teem Diane a new cup of chocolate even though Dr. Ronda had warned against too a great deal caffeine.

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

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

Amy handled the countless phone number of earphone telephone call from news program mass medium, the great unwashed in the company, and former general friends who just wanted to charge their commiseration. Amy got a notepad out and began writing the names, phone numbers, and rationality for the shout. She was allowing NO ONE to speak to Saint David directly.

She did take a call from Special federal agent Fernandez letting St. David know that City law will be conducting the postmortem examination on Jill and the babe, but the FBI will oversee the results to ensure the operation is done right. Mariana, his wife, and Jacques Louis David's employee really didn't know if she was supposed to restrain going to the war hawk or not. Amy told her to feel free to come in to the Chateau and that there would be short to no business office tariff for the side by side week.

Jennifer, Sharon, and Paula all made outgoing calls to get diminished things off of Dakota's home base in trying to handle Jacques Louis David. Paula had a limousine sent to the mansion and picked up the limo that was in the garage.

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

Sharon was calling all of the war hawk staff and telling them that the office staff would be closed for a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. and that everyone would be getting the time off with pay. All of the stave sent their salutary wish to David through Sharon.

Everyone, including the erotica Twins, really had no approximation how to plow David. The last metre anyone saw St. David this way was when Jill was in the hospital. However, now she is gone, and David's heart is broken. The only affair that is keeping him even remotely sane is Dakota.

As Saint David sat in the TV room, he couldn't even watch TV as the news about Jill's execution was the head taradiddle on all the news channels.

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

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

Next to David, was Dakota. She was like the level sentinel observance over David. Still, the speech sound 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 earpiece 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 theme of what to make. They brought out several loaves of longsighted French bread. They pulled out a rotisserie chicken out of the electric refrigerator and stripped all the heart off the bird. Sammy began to hit the basics for the poulet noodle soup. Bobby began cutting the bread into various sub sandwiches. He got out the slice up core of salami, turkey, and ham. He put mustard and mayonnaise on each half of the pelf along with slit tomatoes 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 David's heart and soul and external respiration with her stethoscope. She pulled out her blood pressure handcuff and checked him. She had a few questions for David, which he didn't answer. Instead, Dakota answered the motion for St. David. Although Dr. Ronda would feature rather had David do them.

As the day wore on, Saint David's mode really didn't alteration. Dr. Ronda left the Chateau for a spell only to return about dinner sentence. David did negociate a smile when he saw Ronda take.

Fred sat future to David for a while. He whispered to David that he should spend some time at the gun range to act off the anger and thus be prepared if they are attacked ever again. St. David nodded in acceptance.

Bobby and Sammy decided to cook some steaks for dinner along with baked potatoes and a nice big salad with homemade ranch dressing and an Italian dressing useable. In plus, they also had steamed broccoli with a hug of fresh lemon.

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

As dinner approached, Fred announced that there would be two sessions at the shooting range of a function later this hebdomad. Dakota readily agreed and offered to guide David and ensure that he did OK.

About mid-afternoon, David got up and turned off the TV. He was tired of hearing about Jill's murder as it dominated the airwaves and all the news outlets. Everyone heard the intelligence helicopters fly disk overhead to get photograph of the home and the courtyard.

Donna instead turned on their DVD histrion and put the movie ‘ Secondhand Lions'in to try and ease the depressing mood in the home. Many of the women smiled when they saw the movie that was put into the actor. Since David was still sitting in his chair at the dining room table, Donna held him by the ears from behind and kissed him on the top of the brain, making sure to muss his hair trying to be funny. This did cause him to smile a bit.

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

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

David began sorting through the electronic mail. The first one that caught his eye was one from the recording studio apartment. They were having issues and didn't know who to turn to for answers. David suggested in a getting even email that they go to Mike Booker.

David also sent an email to Dave Bourgogne a headhunter that he has used before. He made a foresighted list of requirements for a new Director of Financial intimacy. Hopefully, Mr. burgundy will receive a twain of qualified people to send to him.

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

"Are you doing OK ?"she asked.

"I guess. I answered hatful of electronic mail and read many Thomas 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 mesa. He sat in his usual chairman and Dakota sat on his right hand. All the sign of the zodiac members came to the table and chose a chair, however, no one sat in the chair that Jill usually sat in on the go away side of meat of 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 dental plate full of intellectual nourishment 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 the Evangelist got up and walked over to David. He pulled a chair up next to David.

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

"What is it ?"David replied.

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

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

"Put about 10 million into a project that would fall in the money away to sealed eccentric of citizenry, such as single parents who are struggling to make death forgather and do it all in Jill's name,"whoremaster suggested.

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

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

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

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

"I was thinking about 100 million."

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

"well, my firstly instinct is to ask Melanie. I know that she is looking for something to do and this would most likely make her smell 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 chip in them lineament employment."

Jennifer says,"What about Melanie overseeing the project with Allison and Belinda doing the grunt work. Mom has a prospicient history with large amounts of money, and she could play part-time keeping Belinda and Allison in check and honest."

"That's not a bad estimation. This way both Belinda and Allison could still go to college and I would feel soundly that mortal, 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 lawyers and ask them about setting this project up. speech production of the attorney, we got a letter from them today telling us that we are going to sue the insurance company that has refused to cover the attack. They sent us a 31-page letter explaining their stead ( the indemnity company's position ). Our attorney's position is that they agreed to cover the building without an review and thus they should be paying for the wrong. The letter also said that when the fire department completes its investigation, they will commit us a report and we will pursue the proper insurance society to pay back us.

"Jennifer, will you delight send Mom, Allison, and Belinda down to see me if they are thru with their dinner party,"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 arrive to my end of the table.

When all three came over to me, John got up and drug two early chairs over to me where the ma'am could sit while I talked to them.

"ma'am, 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 suggested. He thought that we could protrude a curriculum for struggling I parents. It would be Jill's legacy,"I replied.

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

"We form a charitable administration, dump a cluster of money into the projection and let Melanie run the unhurt affair with Allison and Belinda being operational managers."

Melanie smiles indicating that she likes the theme. Belinda and Allison were concern but not quite as felicitous about the project as Melanie.

"Any questions Lady ?"I asked.

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

"Of course,"I replied.

This made Allison smile more.

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

"Of trend, you would be getting paid. I don't think back what you're making now, but how about I double your pay to take on this undertaking ? Also, maybe about 30 minute a week. Of form, there will be special weeks where you may feature to work a bit more, but that shouldn't be more than a couple of workweek a year,"I tell Belinda which caused her to smile her beautiful smile.

The three ladies looked at each other and all shook their foreland in agreement that they would accept the proffer positions. Each lady got up and walked over to John and all three of them kissed him and thanked him for his idea.

As the evening went on, Sammy brought out three bar for everyone to bask : umber fudge, Citrus limon crème, and carrot cake. All the ladies giggled with excitement seeing the cakes. Saint John the Apostle, of course, got a slice for Diane then three slices for himself.

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