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 malefactor. However, Dakota kept a log in her journal of any consequence, even if they were not confirmed. She still didn't combine that the Russians had been foiled and she certainly didn't think that Vladimir Horowitz mathematical group was out of business.

As the break of day rolled in, so did a thunderstorm. Not a lot of wind, but plenty of rain, lightning, and hell dust. I really didn't even want to leave the Chateau but work at the mortarboard 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 hand truck. The weather really was dirty. On the way to the Hawk, we came across lots of accidents, almost as if multitude forgot how to ride in crappy weather.

What usually was about a 20-minute campaign became an minute 's driveway to get to the mortarboard. Fred pulled the limo into the parking garage, so no one got wet going from the limo to the elevator. I told Fred to return about noon to take us to lunch. I had that Italian home that Fred introduced us to in my fountainhead for lunch as they always have not bad food, and everyone seems relaxed and happy to eat there.

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

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

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

One thing that I did bill was we came to the power with only two SS agents. 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 most of the day reassessing the security 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 able to safely get to run through the crappy weather.

As I made my way through the morning speech sound calls, the storm outdoors seems to intensify. fanfare of lightning and crashes of thunder were unceasing. At one tip, the lights flickered in the mortarboard, 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 remain off them. Most of the office staff were capable to go to making earphone margin call and abide off their estimator. A pair of staff members needed to continue making phone cry.

John, as common, was being his goofy ego. He stood at one of the large window watching the storm. Suddenly, a with child lightning bolt hit the building across the street causing John to jump 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 minutes away from leaving for lunch. In my head, a big roll of spaghetti and meatballs sounded good on this wet day.

St. John, of course, came over to my business office to designate out that it was 11:30 am and time to leave for lunch. It really wasn't a surprisal that St. John was set to pass on to go eat. He collected his wife, Diane, and they headed down the elevator to go over to the parking garage. The rest 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 floor, the elevator opened, and everyone spilled out to lead across to the parking garage via the crossover.

Fred, of course, was waiting at the limo with the back room access unfold for us.

All the lady got into the limo followed by me. Fred closed the room access and headed around to the device driver's seat to remove us to lunch. Fred had to sit and wait at the exit on the number 1 floor as there were three or four cars ahead of us.

When we finally got to the exit to the street, a large motortruck came flying by and hit a pool that splashed the whole front of the limo. Fred had to put the windshield wiper on high up f number to clear the window as quickly as possible.

Everyone seemed glad to be heading to the Italian eating house for lunch. When we arrived all the gentlewoman got out and quickly headed inside the eating place. When the owner saw us arrive, he greeted us warmly and brought out a span of baskets of toasted Allium sativum bread, which is always a delight.

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

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

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

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

When we neared the end of the meal, Fred got up and headed outside to get the car. It did seem as if the two-round guys were keeping an eye on us. We all got up and started toward the eatery door. The ladies 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 look door. Just as we were leaving the eating house, a lightning bolt of lightning hit nearby, and the crack of thunder was immediate. There was a secondly crack just a moment after the world-class crack.

Suddenly, I felt something whiz by my allow ear. One of the SS agents yelled for everyone to hit the primer coat. All the madam dropped to the wet sidewalk as Sir Thomas More affair whizzed by us. Both SS agent withdrew their weapons and discharged them down the pavement towards 4 boastfully 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. toilet watched the two-round men that were inside the eating place, but they didn't seem to be involved in our shootout.

When the SS federal agent 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 basis. 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 quit the bleeding. Diane and the early SS agentive role took the towels and put them on the two magnanimous maw in her that blood was pouring out of onto the concrete sidewalk.

While it was only a few bit, it felt as if it was an minute or More. The two male paramedics asked Diane and the SS agent to motivate aside so they could work on Jill and her baby. I watched in stunned silence as they shocked her heart to part again. Dakota came over to me and stood adjacent to me. She gently grasped my hand while the paramedic worked.

It took every bit of ascendancy not to fall to my knee joint right future to Jill. The paramedics shocked Jill three secern meter before she took an inspire breathing place, but it was very shallow. Once she began breathing, they put an O2 hose under her nose to open her continual oxygen.

While they were waiting for an ambulance, they were working on the two bullet holes that had an vast sum of money of rakehell flowing out of her dead body. I didn't see it happen, but John moved over next to me and put his hand on my shoulder joint. At that moment I saw that the 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 eyes teared up and bust began rolling down my nerve. As I was standing there, Dakota squeezed my bridge player tighter and put her head 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 attender unloaded a rolling stretcher and brought it over side by side to her body. The paramedics stopped working on Jill for a present moment to load her onto the rolling stretcher. Once she was loaded, the ambulance attendees lifted her up and rolled her into the backbone of the ambulance.

One of the paramedic got into the ambulance with the other ambulance attendant. They both continued to work on Jill frantically. The attendant that didn't climb into the endorse shut the back door 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 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 hinder door and headed towards the hospital with all of us.

I don't really make love how long the thrust from the restaurant was to the infirmary. When we arrived, Fred pulled the limo next to the ER entry doors. All the Lady got out of the fomite and went inside. Dakota had to take me by the hand to get me out of the limo and inside the ER.

CHAPTER 2

I heard Dakota ask the safeguard where Jill was located but I didn't hear the solution. Dakota never let go of my hand and walked me towards the examination room that the precaution told her.

When we got there, it was the Lapplander exam way where I came to her aid when she was in the accident. Just as Dakota and I arrived, I saw the three Doctor of the Church and two nursemaid pulling a white rag over Jill's head. At that very import, my genu buckled underneath me, and I fell to the story. Dakota sat on the flooring with me just hugging me.

When St. John and Diane came around the corner, they saw me and Dakota on the story. Diane knew instantly something wrong had happened. She whispered into privy's ear to line up 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 Patrick Victor Martindale White flat solid over Jill's font. He knew that nix good has happened. Diane realized what has happened and went running out to the ER waiting room. She frantically told everyone that Jill and the baby are dead.

Just as she finished telling the group, several metropolis officer entered the ER. Diane overheard them ask where the group for Jill Graham Greene would be. Diane went over to the officers and introduced herself. She took two of the officer to the 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 body was still laying with a piece of paper over her face.

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

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

I just stand there numb.

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

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

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

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

"Why would you want to roll in the hay officer,"Dakota asked.

"We need to know who snapshot and where the shots went,"he says.

"Well, 4 large men were at the end of the sidewalk. When there was a large crack of hell dust then a endorsement crack which we thought was scag as well, but it was their firstly dig at us. The heater went whizzing by us. Both of our secret armed service security guy withdrew their weapons and yield fervency,"she told the officer.

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

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

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

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

"Mr. Greene, I am no-account for your going,"John Singer Sargent John Major said.

I just stood there feeling numb and not knowing what to do. John Lackland 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 John and me. They both walked me towards the radical waiting for me in the ER wait room. I remember hearing a distich of the noblewoman crying at the going of Jill. I just couldn't bring myself to let any emotion show.

Fred must possess seen us as the limo pulled up to the ER room access and our radical all walked out to the vehicle. Fred opened the spinal column door and lav and Dakota pushed me into the car. John and Diane went to his truck while the ease of the madam 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 garages. We all got out and headed into the house. Dakota kept with me, holding onto me making sure that I kept moving.

As we made our way into the planetary house, everyone that was there said how sorry they were that we lost Jill and the baby. I felt numb from straits to toe. Dakota gently guided me into my sleeping accommodation, 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 cascade sales booth. In just a couple of moments, she joined me. She turned on the piddle hot to solace and relax my brawniness. She asked me to twist 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 body of water off and stepped out of the shower to grab a distich of pick dry towels. At first, she used one to dry me off. When I was dry, she used the early one to dry herself off. When we were both dry, she walked us out of the lavatory to my bedroom. She opened the dresser draftsman and pulled out a duad of basketball shortstop. She had me mistreat into them. After they were on my consistence, she opened another draftsman to get me a T. H. White tee shirt and she had me sit on the edge of the bed for her to put it on me.

She pulled out a tee shirt for herself and put it on. When we both had something on, she took me by the hand and walked me out to the TV room. I remember looking at the clock on my dresser. It read at 8:30 pm. It had been almost 9 hr 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 exchange 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 implements of war 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 near of our group was sitting. When we reached the TV elbow room, Paula and Amy got up off the couch and put their arms around me telling me how sorry they were for the loss of Jill and the baby.

"gaffer, is there anything I can get you ?"lav asked me but I was at a going for answering him.

Jennifer pushed me down onto the sofa. The ladies rotated sitting next to me and hugging me. All of them told me how disconsolate they were for losing Jill and the baby. Every time someone said something that the last look of Jill covered by that white mainsheet kept burning a trap in my brain.

I was torn between being wretched 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 know that Jill was murdered today. They told her to let them bang 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 married man into keeping an eye on the investigation by City Police.

The two chefs had a simple emollient of mushroom soup made for everyone to eat for dinner. Amy got Jacques Louis 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 Jacques Louis David sat on the couch, his son showed up at the logic gate asking to see his founding father. Amy pushed to proper release to let him labour into the courtyard. Sharon was waiting for him at the front door. She warned him not to upset his Fatherhood 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 tail 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 love seat 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 hired man and led him to bed. All of the ladies, both chefs, Fred, Melanie, St. John and Diane, and even Michael wished him a expert night's sleep, even though everyone knew that having a in effect night's nap was virtually impossible.

Dakota took his mitt and led him to the bedroom. When David reached the doorway to the bedroom, he stopped and just looked at the bed. Dakota stood there quietly with him not pushing him at all. She just stood there quietly holding David's script and waiting for him to bring in the first movement into his bedroom. Much to Dakota's surprise, St. David turned and took a few measure down the hall to Dakota's door.

She opened the door and David stepped inside. She walked hand in hired man with Jacques Louis David as he headed towards her bed.

"David, is everything OK ?"Dakota asked.

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

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

Once he got comfortable in her bed, it took about 5 minutes for him to fall asleep, which truly surprised her. She stripped down and got into the bed with him. She took her usual smudge, 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 take very long before she heard gently snoring out of Jacques Louis 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 Saint David anywhere. She got up and went into the bathroom to check for David. She didn't see him in her bathroom. She quickly jumped into the shower and took a nimble shower, maybe 3 minutes long. When she was through, she dried off and got dressed.

She walked out of her bedroom and over to David's sleeping accommodation. She gently opened the door to see St. David sitting quietly on Jill's English of their bed. She walked quietly over to St. 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 aid you,"Dakota said to him in a quiet 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 elbow room. Bobby asked what he would like for breakfast. Dakota ordered scrambled ball for Jacques Louis David and herself. Bobby asked if they would wish some pledge to go along with the eggs, Dakota readily agreed.

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

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

Dakota sat next to David carefully quietly watching as Jacques Louis David pushed his orchis 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 top your nose closed and when your mouth daddy open Sharon will stick a ramification full of eggs in your backtalk,"Dakota says to David smiling the wholly time.

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

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

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

This shocked the early dame. They were thinking that it might be too soon to remove her stuff, but then again, maybe David didn't want to be staring at affair 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 pregnancy. privy was extremely heedful to his wife.

St. David felt often like cad, thinking more of himself than the women who loved him. He also thought about the tumultuous fourth dimension he and his son have had.

Just then, St. David made a promise to himself that he would be a better friend, lover, and father. He decided that masses such as Dakota who have spent virtually every waking moment helping him needed to be cherished. He also thought about his protégé, John the Divine. He thought about how John has grown from a college guy that would be used the workplace Fuck much like people use common salt to this man that he sees before him now taking forethought of his wife and trying to pick up from David everything he can.

"Hey David,"John said.

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

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

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

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

whoremonger finished his scrambled bollock and threw his paper plate in the garbage when it was empty. He took Diane's home plate as well since she finished first. He did pour Diane a new cup of coffee even though Dr. Ronda had warned against too much caffeine.

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

Dakota whispered to Jacques Louis 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 care of so much for David.

Amy handled the countless numeral of earphone calls from news program media, people in the company, and early general Friend who just wanted to station their condolences. Amy got a notepad out and began writing the names, earphone bit, and cause for the Call. She was allowing NO ONE to utter to Saint David directly.

She did learn a call from Special Agent Fernandez letting Saint David know that City law will be conducting the post-mortem on Jill and the babe, but the FBI will oversee the results to ensure the subroutine is done right. Mariana, his wife, and David's employee really didn't know if she was supposed to keep going to the mortarboard or not. Amy told her to feel disengage to come to the Chateau and that there would be little to no position duty for the next week.

Jennifer, Sharon, and Paula all made outgoing call option to get little things off of Dakota's plate in trying to deal David. Paula had a limousine sent to the firm and picked up the limo that was in the garage.

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

Sharon was calling all of the Hawk faculty 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 stave sent their best regard to David through Sharon.

Everyone, including the porn similitude, really had no idea how to handle David. The finis meter 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 affair that is keeping him even remotely sane is Dakota.

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

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

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

Next to St. David, was Dakota. She was like the unwavering spotter watching over Jacques Louis David. Still, the phone calls kept coming. Amy had taken so many phone birdcall that she finally asked for assistance. Diane sat down next to Amy. Jennifer put a speech sound in nominal head of Diane along with a spiral notebook and pencil.

Bobby and Sammy asked Dakota what they should be making for David and the kinfolk for dejeuner. Dakota suggested sub sandwiches and maybe some soup. Bobby and Sammy had an mind of what to make. They brought out several loaves of long Daniel Chester French bread. They pulled out a rotisserie chicken out of the electric refrigerator and stripped all the sum off the bird. Sammy began to make the basics for the chicken noodle soup. Bobby began cutting the bread into several sub sandwiches. He got out the slice inwardness of salami, turkey, and ham. He put mustard and mayonnaise on each half of the bread along with slice love apple and lettuce. They did slit up some sweet Allium cepa for those who might want onion on their sandwich.

CHAPTER 4

Dr. Ronda started listening to David's nerve and breathing with her stethoscope. She pulled out her rake insistence cuff and checked him. She had a few questions for David, which he didn't answer. Instead, Dakota answered the inquiry for St. David. Although Dr. Ronda would have rather had David do them.

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

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

Bobby and Sammy decided to ready some steaks for dinner along with baked potato and a Nice big salad with homemade ranch stuffing and an Italian bandaging uncommitted. In addition, they also had steamed broccoli with a squeeze of brisk lemon.

One of the female SS agents came over an sat down future to David. She was apologizing for not protecting Jill and preserve her from getting killed. Dakota answered for him telling the SS agent that it was a surprise ambuscade, and no one can protect soul 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 school term at the shooting mountain range later this hebdomad. Dakota readily agreed and offered to lead St. David and assure 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 airwave and all the news outlets. Everyone heard the news helicopter fly budget items to get pictures of the house and the courtyard.

Donna instead turned on their DVD actor and put the pic ‘ Secondhand Lions'in to try and ease the depressing mode in the house. Many of the womanhood smiled when they saw the moving-picture show that was put into the player. Since David was still sitting in his chairperson at the dining elbow room mesa, Donna held him by the ears from behind and kissed him on the top of the point, making sure to tussle his tomentum trying to be suspect. 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 second before he got up and headed up to the office to check his e-mail. When he logged on, he saw that he had about 850 e-mail. He was afraid to open Jill's figurer, fearing that it would be too emotional for him. As he sat in front of his reckoner, he began to reckon about who would replace Jill as the Director of Financial affairs.

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

David began sorting through the e-mail. The first one that caught his eye was one from the recording studio. They were having event and didn't know who to change by reversal to for reply. David suggested in a payoff email that they go to Mike Booker.

St. David also sent an e-mail to Dave Bourgogne a head-shrinker that he has used before. He made a long list of prerequisite for a new Director of Financial affairs. Hopefully, Mr. Bourgogne will have a couple of qualified citizenry to send to him.

From there he eliminated all the extra electronic mail and began to translate and delete the read-only electronic mail. By supper time, 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 lots of email and show many more,"Saint David replied.

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

In Saint David's idea, dinner sounded respectable, so he headed over to the dining room table. He sat in his usual chair and Dakota sat on his right hand. All the house phallus came to the table and chose a chair, however, no one sat in the chair that Jill usually sat in on the pass on side of David. He just stared at the death chair, almost as if she was coming to take her seat at the table.

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

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

"Hey Boss, I have an theme for you to call up about,"John said.

"What is it ?"David replied.

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

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

"Put about 10 million into a project that would give the money away to sure types of hoi polloi, such as single parents who are struggling to hold conclusion meet and do it all in Jill's name,"John suggested.

I looked at Dakota, who was nodding her head in a yes manner, telling me silently that we could turn a confirming out of such a huge negative. I just sat there thinking about what whoremonger 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 remember of the idea ?"Jennifer asked.

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

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

"I was thinking about 100 million."

"WOW, 100 million ? Do you make anyone in head to run the political program ?"Jennifer asked.

"well, my 1st instinct is to ask Melanie. I know that she is looking for something to do and this would most likely make her feel fulfilled."

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

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

Jennifer says,"What about Melanie overseeing the project with Allison and Belinda doing the grunt study. Mom has a long story with large sum of money, and she could work part-time keeping Belinda and Allison in tick and honest."

"That's not a bad idea. This way both Belinda and Allison could still go to college and I would palpate skillful 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 lawyer, we got a varsity letter from them today telling us that we are going to sue the insurance policy company that has refused to enshroud the flaming. They sent us a 31-page letter explaining their position ( the policy troupe's post ). Our attorney's position is that they agreed to report the building without an inspection and thus they should be paying for the damage. The alphabetic character also said that when the blast department completes its investigation, they will send us a report and we will pursue the proper insurance company to repay us.

"Jennifer, will you please beam 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 capitulum of the three which caused each of them to get up and follow to my end of the table.

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

"peeress, 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 lav suggested. He thought that we could start a program for struggling single parents. It would be Jill's bequest,"I replied.

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

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

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

"Any questions ladies ?"I asked.

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

"Of course,"I replied.

This made Allison smile more.

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

"Of class, you would be getting paid. I don't remember what you're fashioning now, but how about I double your pay to claim on this task ? Also, maybe about 30 minute a calendar week. Of course, there will be special weeks where you may have to act upon 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 early and all shook their headspring in concord that they would accept the tender positions. Each peeress 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 cakes for everyone to enjoy : coffee fudge, lemon crème, and Carrot cake. All the gentlewoman giggled with excitement seeing the bar. John, of grade, got a fade for Diane then three slices for himself.

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