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The Chauffeur ( # 58 ) The Fire

By PABLO DIABLO

copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

On Saturday I was awoken by my cell phone buzzing. I grudgingly got out of bed and scuffed over to the bureau to check my speech sound. I saw that the text was from Roger Johnson. The text read : Big Fire at an position column in Wisconsin. visit ME ASAP ! Roger.

I called Roger as soon as I read his text subject matter. The beginning claim went straight to voicemail. The secondment call Roger picked up.

"Hey, St. David, not a practiced way to start a cockcrow. 17 storey of our tower in Wisconsin are on attack. Since it is a Saturday, evacuating the building wasn't that difficult. However, there was some grounds the sprinklers didn't go on, so the fire fighter are attacking this flak head-on. Currently, this is a 6-alarm flame but will most probably get raised as the firing is not contained yet."Roger tells me.

I expect that you will be getting speech sound calls from many of your renter in the building such as kraft Foods, who is the master proprietor of the building. I would check to see but if you didn't buy the property in an ‘ as is'condition we should probably get sound involved,"Roger says to me.

I thought about taking the jet to the property in WI, but I decided against it since we had another bit of time with Special federal agent Wade, plus the SS agents who will accompany us on this delegation out in the LA desert once again. Fred, John, and I are supposed to adjoin up with the DEA just after 1 pm. All in all, we are supposed to have about 32 people on our side of this mission.

After I hung up from the earpiece, I noticed that Dakota was in my sleep bed. I tiptoed around her and saw that she was wearing pantie just as Dr. Ronda had requested. I headed into the bathroom to use up care of my morning responsibility which included a quick shower. As I had my head underneath the water supply, I felt the common cold air from the lavish doorway being opened. I turned around expecting to see Dakota, but instead, it was Allison. I haven't played with Allison in quite a while, so it made me grin to see her get into the shower stall with me.

I jokingly pushed her underneath the showerhead to get her entire body wet before I began to wash her including a shampoo. As I was soaping her up, I leaned in and kissed her on the dorsum of the neck. She reached behind her and gave my hammer a yoke of tug which made me smile.

We spent several minutes in the shower together before we turned the hot weewee off. I grabbed two towels and we took our prison term to dry each other. Once we were finished with the drying, we tossed the towels into the hamper.

After putting the towels into the hamper, we went to my bedroom. She put a houseclean dry white tee shirt on with no pantie's underneath. I put on my common, a pair of shorts plus a white tee shirt. Once I was dressed, we left the bedroom to take her back to her bedchamber. I opened the door and she immediately went to her closet and took out a cute outfit to wear down. It was a nice yellow print top and a pair of xanthous underdrawers. She decided to go barefoot for now, but that may interchange later.

When she was finished dressing, we went down to the TV elbow room. No one was in the way, so we turned the TV on, and I selected an all-news line to get the almost information about our tug in Wisconsin on ardor. Sammy came out to the TV way and asked Allison what she would wish for breakfast, she asked for scrambled egg and grits. Sammy also asked me what I would wish. I told him one of his with child bacon and cheese omelette with some fried potatoes on the side. He told that my breakfast would charter about 20 minutes and that he would put it on the dining room board when it is ready.

I sat down on the couch watching our tower in Wisconsin suntan. My real thankfulness was that it was a weekend day and virtually no one had to be evacuated from the edifice. I texted Jennifer to turn on the TV when she gets up to see our column in Wisconsin River burn. We needed to pull the effectual contracts as well as the records for the ardor suppression company on how Holocene the fire curtailment equipment had been checked. I also wanted a listing of tenants to be contacted and find out when the fire department is finished for them to let us know what was able to be salvaged out of their offices.

I switched back and Forth River on the TV from one news program canal to another trying to get considerably guesswork of the building burning at the stake. I put a Call into the Fire Department in capital of Wisconsin Badger State asking them about my building that was on fire. I got a very nice lady who told me that there really was no extra information at this time, and she said that they already had my name and number to be reached once there is something to severalise me. I thanked her for her time and hung up.

As I sat on the couch with Allison, my phone buzzed once again. It was from Roger again. This time his text read : hubby murders wife in Chicago in one of the Pinetree hotels. Local law enforcement will be sending us transcript of all the Police reports.

I just shook my head thinking that he was very prophetic in his first off school text content telling me that it wasn't a good get-go to the day.

I put my arm around Allison and pulled her into me as we watched the news. Although I prefer FOX news, I did watch CBS intelligence to try and get a different tv camera Angle on the fire. One thing that I noticed was a whole lot of firemen standing around by the fire hand truck. I wondered to myself why so many masses were just standing around.

After about an hour of watching the flack on the news, FOX switched away from the fire and did a opus on the slaying in Chicago in a Pinetree. They clearly pointed out that it was a domestic violence typeface as the husband had been arrested multiple times before.

My earpiece buzzed once again. This time it was peculiar agent Virginia Wade of the DEA. She said"calling off the desert issue as we don't have decent agent to plow this group. Thanks for the fling of help ”.

I kind of expire knowing that my citizenry won't be put in scathe's way. I went over to the SS Agent and show him my earpiece and the text edition subject matter. He thanked me for the update. I texted John and Fred that today's meter with the DEA is off. A few mo later Fred texted back that he appreciated the update.

As promised, Sammy delivered Allison her eggs and grits along with a refreshful cup of coffee berry. He also delivered me the omelet that I asked for along with some fried potatoes. He had also poured me a Methedrine of succus. He put my denture at the head of the table and the one for Allison right next to me where Dakota normally sits.

Since the DEA event was off for the day, I dialed up the jet bunch and let them know whenever they get ready, I would wish to fly to Madison Badger State. After hanging up from them I went and woke Dakota and Jill. Since neither one had any coffee, yet they were both very grumpy. I already had Allison pouring them coffee.

I flicked on the TV in my sleeping room. Both Dakota and Jill let out pocket-size gasps at seeing our tower burning. I suggested to both to pack an overnight bag, just in case we end up staying over.

I ask Allison if she would like to go to Wisconsin, she asked if it would be OK if she skipped the trip, which I kissed her and told her it would be no trouble, but to stay here at the Chateau as I didn't want anyone out roaming around with the Mexican Drug Cartel not playing dainty with us nor the DEA.

I texted Diane telling her that we were making a stumble to Badger State and that I would like her and John and Jennifer to get together me in the jet. It took a couple of hour, but I finally got two text messages. One from Diane telling me that she and Gospel According to John were getting ready and one from Jennifer telling me she would be ready in to a lesser extent than a half-hour.

I also texted Fred to let him know that the DEA effect today had been canceled. In my text message, I let him sleep together that we were heading to the jet to make a trip to our tower in Wisconsin.

Diane and whoremaster were the low gear to arrive at the dining elbow room table. King John asked for his usual kitchen sink omelette. Diane wanted scrambled ball and a cup of burnt umber. I reached into the electric refrigerator and gave her a bottle of pee as well.

About the sentence Bobby was finishing John's omelette, Dakota and Jill came out to the dining room leaving their overnight bags at the front door. John ate at his normal speed shoveling the food into his mouth as quickly as he possibly could.

Since Dakota and Jill were both going with me, both female agents and one Male agent accompanied us. They each had an overnight bag prepare and they set them by the front door. A few hour later Jennifer joined us. I looked around the room and counted John, Diane, Jennifer, Dakota, Jill, myself and three SS agentive role. It seemed as if we all were there. However, we only had a townsfolk car in the garage, so we had to look at a couple of cars. Tina offered to labour Diane, John, and Jennifer. Fred took Jill and her SS Agent in the town car. That left Dakota and her agent to ride along with me and my federal agent. Donna volunteered to select Dakota, and me along with our security broker to the jet.

When we all arrived at the jet, I gave Fred some entropy about our homecoming so we would be better prepared with a full-size limousine or two to direct back to the Chateau. Everyone grabbed their all-night bag and climbed the stairs to participate the jet. Once we were all into the jet, they closed the door and locked it in place. The jet slowly moved from its parking spot towards the runway. We waited in line to get on the runway. There were three super acid in front of us, although once the three K took off, we lined up for takeoff as well.

We paused for a moment then we felt the yummy quickening of the woodworking plane. Before we got to the end of the runway, the nose of the jet took a sharp upward angle putting us in the air and on our way to capital of Wisconsin, Wisconsin.

Dakota got up and came over to sit by me. She turned around and flipped her tee-shirt up from the back to show me that she was indeed wearing panties, which made me grinning. Dakota sat with her stage on top of my lap. She leaned her caput into me as we leveled out in the air. I gently began to rub Dakota's wooden leg and feet.

On the other side of me sat Jennifer. Saint John the Apostle and Diane sat on the love tail with Diane leaning her head onto John's breast. Jennifer put her arms around me and put her pass on my left-hand berm. We ran into some Sturm und Drang as we passed over Utah and Colorado, however, once we passed those two states the flight smoothed right out. The trajectory to Badger State was right at the three-hour limit. Dakota pulled her legs and feet off me when the carpenter's plane began its descent to land.

Unfortunately, we had to circulate the airdrome a couple of times before the tower gave us permit to land the jet. Finally, we got the plane on the soil. We taxied the jet to the private plane orbit. I saw the two limos that Dakota had ordered up for us to tease in while in Wisconsin.

Our cowcatcher was able to park the jet amongst former individual planes. We got the threshold candid and went down to the limo. Jill, Dakota and I along with three SS agents got into one limousine with Jennifer, toilet, and Diane getting into the early limo. Both of our device driver knew where we were headed. They shut the back doorway and headed the limos down the road towards the combustion column. I could see them a couple of mile before we got to the towers. As we arrived, there were respective TV news crews filming the fire and taking audience with people who had nothing to do with the towboat, they just happened to be standing fold, so they were interviewing them.

CHAPTER 2

When we pulled up to the roped-off sphere by the pillar entranceway, I put my easily brass on to peach to the TV reporters about the tug. stack of head were asked of me. I looked for and finally found the fervidness Chief. I asked him if everyone was OK and that there were no the great unwashed left in the column. He told me that they got everyone out and that only property scathe, no human injuries, which made me feel good.

I did manage to inquire about when the fire investigation would set out. The interpreter from the Fire section told me that no investigation would start out until after the entire firing was completely out.

I got a phone call option from Special factor Wade. She told me that she got into a bit of trouble for allowing my radical to aid her DEA agents in taking down the Mexican Drug corporate trust. I apologized to her for getting her into a bit of trouble, but she told me to not worry about it.

We pulled the two limos just a few feet away from the TV news new wave. I got out with Jennifer and Dakota by my slope. We answered as many of the questions as we could, but we did stress that we were thankful that there was no one inside the billet towner and that we will be felicitous with getting the results of the fervor investigation.

One of the cameramen told us that it will be penny-pinching to 12 60 minutes before the flack is out then they will commence the investigation. I thanked him for the information and asked where a salutary dining compartment is that's not too far away. He recommended a mom and pop diner that was about 8 closure removed from the blast. When we arrived at the dining compartment, both drivers parked the limo at the far nook of the parking lot. We all got out and went inside.

The place was virtually empty, but one of our drivers told us all that the solid food was good, so we took his suggestion and decided to stay. With there being a total of 9 of us, we pushed two table together and sat down. A dainty older waitress came over to our mesa and started taking drinkable fiat. She discussed the especial of the day, which was garden egg parmesan with a small side salad and a vauntingly slicing of Allium sativum bread.

Jill wanted the special, Dakota ordered a grilled cheese sandwich with a bowl of tomato soup. Jennifer ordered Anguilla sucklandii salad on salute sourdough loot. King John and Diane both ordered the special as well. I went in a totally different direction ; I ordered a BLT on whiteness toast with mayo and two slices of tomato. I ordered a Coke and everyone else ordered a soda as well. I didn't hear what the SS agents ordered since they ended up sitting at a table succeeding to us.

So, it ended up being 6 of my playgroup and 3 broker. I quietly told the waitress that I was picking up the bill for the protective cover team that was sitting at a dissimilar mesa. Since the restaurant wasn't all that meddlesome, the meals came quickly. One matter that I noticed was that anyone who ordered a sandwich, such as me only got the sandwich. When I pressed the waitress, she told me that you must order French small fry or a side salad otherwise you only get the sandwich. The waitress trying to lenify all of us brought a big plate of French fries. Dakota, as usual, put some of the fries on to a lowly plate and slathered them with ketchup before taking some and stuffing them into my back talk and giggling all about it.

It didn't take recollective, but the SS agents finished quite quickly their repast, while my table was still working on their meal. I guess the fries arriving late helped slow us down.

The waitress noticed that all the SS factor where carrying firearm. She asked how come they had accelerator pedal. I explained that they are protection factor for me and Jill and Dakota. The waitress shrugged and walked away, clearly ; she didn't understand what I had told her.

bathroom was eating like a madman. When Diane got through with her meal, he finished it as well. She just smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek. He in-turn, kissed her back putting a bit of ketchup on her brass, which made both giggles as well as the relief of the table.

When three very garish teenagers came into the restaurant, I saw that the SS agents got a bit nervous. The teen sat down a few tables away from us. One of the federal agent moved her chair over following to Dakota and Jill. The teens noticed her do that and made a loud comment about how ridiculous they thought my protection detail was. They decided to provoke the agents by taunting them verbally. The agent didn't say a Word of God but when one of the teenager got up and walked over to get in their face, the male agent stood up and asked the teen to go back to his table. Instead, he decided that he would do what he wanted to do and there was cypher that the agent could do about it.

Just as the teenager decided to take a swing at the agent, the teen had his face bounced off the mesa and was handcuffed in seconds. That only escalated the spot. The waitress demanded that the agent release the adolescent. The teenager only threatened the factor Sir Thomas More. Now all three broker were involved, and they asked the adolescent to go back to their table and just leave us alone. The teenager decided that they were right and took a lilt at the federal agent. All three broker took the teens down like calves at a rodeo. All three were lying aspect down on their table with the waitress shouting at the agents that she's about to call the police and that they would find real bother as the Sherriff doesn't like alien who cause fuss. At this point, Dakota stood up and told the waitress that we can get bad service and disobedient teenagers at any diner in the world and that she should outride out of our business.

I asked for the bill, which the waitress had to add once again. I got up and went to the hard cash cash register to pay the bill, but she was too officious running her mouth with the cook. I looked at the total on the bill and threw down enough to pay the account but only left her a 5 % tip since she decided to interject her nose into our business. Dakota took a snapshot of the money next to the bill, so she couldn't hollo the Sherriff and tell him that we did the old Dine and Dash routine. I asked the SS agents to relinquish the teens, which they did, but they were set to re-cuff them if they decided once again to put their nose into our business.

The nine of us walked out of the eating house with the waitress telling us not to hurry back. Dakota was quickly to tell her that we wouldn't come back if the food was free. That made all of us laugh as we left.

We got back into the limo and headed back to the towboat to see if the fire was under control yet. When we got there, we saw that the tower was still on flack, but it appeared to be much more under control at this point. Most of the new vans left with only the one from FOX news remaining.

We all got out of the limos and stood there watching the fire fighter attacking the fervour on several floors.

Dakota, Jill, Jennifer, and I started making tenant earpiece calls. Everyone was informed about the fire and that the tower may not be candid for various twenty-four hour period. I asked the hoi polloi from kraft paper why the sprinklers didn't kick on ; they had no answer for that question.

I dialed up our sound department to have them displume all the paperwork on the learning of that office tower. They told me that it would take a couple of days, but they will send me written matter for me to look over. Our top legal attorney for attribute learning told me he would broadcast me his analysis of the paperwork and narrate me if it was an ‘ as is'leverage or something else. I thanked him and cling up the phone.

As we stood there making phone shout, the reporter for FOX news came over to one of the agentive role and asked who to talk to about this fire. They politely pointed at me. The reporter, named Ashley Johnson, was gorgeous and polite. When I finished my phone phone call, I turned off my phone and put it in my pocket. She asked me several query while I was being videotaped. She thanked me for the individual interview and left with her cinematographer. I asked one of the ardour section captains when they thought it would be completely out. He told me that it will be at least late tomorrow and possibly into the postdate day before they will have the fire completely out and able to get their investigation of the fire. I thanked him for his prison term and gathered my people to point back to the jet.

It took several minutes to get to the jet but once we were there, we all walked the whole step and got into the jet, happy to be leaving this city. The co-pilot closed the crosshatch and took us to the runway. The jet once again accelerated down the runway and into the air to channelise back dwelling. I knew that the flight would take another three hours, but I was ready to guide a little nap. I stretched out and found Dakota curl up into me as the flight went towards home.

Once again, we experienced some small amount of money of turbulence over Colorado and Beehive State, but once we hit California, we were in the clear and it was polish sailing from that distributor point on to LA.

CHAPTER 3

As the jet went from a layer flight to a downslope preparing to set ashore, Dakota rolled off me and I opened my eyes. I asked the SS agents if they think anything will do of the teenagers, they didn't believe anything would, but they said that they would check in with local law enforcement just to make sure.

It was only a few instant before the jet made a sharp downturn to land. Apparently, that component part of the flight always makes Dakota nervous as she squeezed me tightly just before the wheels hit the rail. As we taxied around to where our limo were waiting, I saw Fred standing stoically outside one of the limo. I heard Dakota Tell Jill that when Fred is driving the limo, she feels much better. Jill agreed with her.

The pilot and copilot taxied the jet around to the side of the airport that other private jets were parked, and our jet was parked right following to them. Once the jet came to a period, the co-pilot extended the steps down and we all began to get off the plane.

Jill, Dakota, and I along with our three SS agentive role got into the large of the limos and john, Diane, and Jennifer got into the second limo. Fred started our limo and the female device driver, whom I didn't know started the other limo and we all headed to the chateau. The drive didn't submit long at all since it was still Saturday.

"Hey, Fred, who's the peeress that is driving the former limo ?"I asked.

"That is Rebecca. She's only been with us for a week. We recruited her from one of our competitors. She seems to be enjoying the job and I know that she is making good summit,"Fred tells me. I smile when I hear that new employees are being successful.

"Well, that's great to get a line,"I say to Fred.

"How 're things with you and Mom ?"I ask.

"Oh, we 're doing just fine, thank you for asking. She's really made a champion with Tina's Mother Deloris which I think is good for her. I mean, she loves all the youth in our mansion, but it is Nice for her to ingest individual tight to her own age to ploughshare life experiences with,"Fred tells me.

"I agree completely,"I tell Fred.

Fred asks,"How bad was the flame up close ?"

"fountainhead, it looks as if the tower will be burning for at least another 24-36 minute. After they finally get the tower put out, only then will start the investigation,"I tell Fred.

"David, you know about the domestic violence eccentric in Chicago, don't you ?"Fred asks me.

"Yes, I know. Not really the great start to the day. Our tower in WI on fire and a domesticated violence murder in boodle at a Pinetree, kind of like a one-two punch.

My phone buzzed. It was Allison calling me.

"Hey, Darling, what's up ?"I ask her.

"I'm really not feeling proficient and question what I should do,"She asks me.

"Are you still at the house ?"I ask her.

"wellspring, um….I'm at the store,"she tells me, which kind of annoys me.

"What store are you at ?"I ask.

"Macy's. I thought I would reckon at their sales agreement on some winter dress but once I got here, I started feeling poorly,"she says to me.

I direct Fred to steer to Macy's to nibble up Allison. I have Dakota calling Dr. Ronda to let her have it away that we will be bringing Allison to see her shortly. Dr. Ronda tells Dakota to just get Allison and pick out her binding to the Chateau and she will meet us there.

Dakota tells Fred what Dr. Ronda said to do and he acknowledged it. It was only a few minute of arc before we were pulling up to the Macy's. Allison was standing outside the door leaning against the building. Fred pulled up and one of the security measure agents got out and gathered her up and put her in the limousine. Allison crawled over to me and put her head in my lap, which kind of occupy me.

"deary how often weewee have you had today ?"I ask her.

"Um, some. I don't really have a go at it,"she says. Now I'm worried about her.

Fred is racing the limo back to the Chateau. I am just stroking Allison's head hoping that it will comfort her. Fred pushes various yellow lighting before he finally gets us back to the Chateau. He pokes the necessary button to open the outer gate then unfold the interior gate. I see Dr. Ronda's car already in the courtyard.

Fred pulls the limousine up to the front threshold. We all get out. I carry Allison inside the house and lay her down on the sofa. Dr. Ronda comes over to her and begins taking vital preindication, checking rake force per unit area, listening to her heart and her breathing. She puts on the blood imperativeness cuff.

I sit there worried with Allison's head still in my lap. I am stroking her fuzz. Jill is standing close by, Dakota is standing close by, as well as John, Diane, and Jennifer. Everyone is worried about our little Allison. Although I'm annoyed with her leaving the Chateau, I'm more worried that there is something dramatically wrong with her.

Dr. Ronda believes that Allison has something such as an infection. She wants us to take her to City hospital for a few Day stay. I carry her back out to the limo and one agent goes with me. Dakota also joins me in the limo along with a distaff agent to protect her. Jill decides to stay at the Chateau.

Fred gets the limo racing towards urban center Hospital with Dr. Ronda rightfulness behind the limo. Dr. Ronda pushes several lily-livered lights and even and red light. Getting to City hospital took about half the time it normally does. Fred just pulled the limo right in social movement of the ER entering. Dr. Ronda parked her car in the doctor parking lot and hurried into the ER.

Dr. Ronda took ascendancy and guided us to an exam elbow room. Once we were in there, she put an IV into Allison's arm and attached a bag of the saline solution so that she would begin to rehydrate.

A nanny came into the exam room to assist Dr. Ronda. They asked Allison if she was sensitized to anything. Allison told her that she was allergic to morphine and a couple of other drugs. Dr. Ronda ordered a different botheration medicine to help Allison. She also ordered a rakehell hook as she suspects that Allison has some sort of transmission but needs the lab work to confirm that.

Allison is drowsy, and I just stand there caressing her hair which variety of makes her smile. The two agents that came along to guard Dakota and I are standing like defend bounder right outside the exam room doorway.

Dr. Ronda tells us that she will ride out overnight at the very minimum but may end up staying as long as a week. She expects that Allison has an transmission of some sort but that won't be confirmed until the lab work comes back in about an hour.

I see Dakota texting someone at the Chateau what is going on with Allison. When I ask whom she is texting, she tells me that it is Tina and that Tina will tell everyone what is happening with Allison.

As expected, Dr. Ronda has the nurses arranging a room for Allison. When the transport guy comes to use up her, Dakota and I follow close behind along with our two SS agents. We walk through the maze of the hallway until they get to room 1708 where they put Allison in the room. It is a single elbow room, so Allison won't be sharing with someone else. I suspect that is because she has an contagion and the hospital doesn't want her spreading the infection that she has with some former hospital patient.

Allison isn't in the elbow room very long before Dr. Ronda comes in and checks on her. Dakota is on one face of the bed and I'm on the other, but when Dr. Ronda comes into the room, Dakota changes position of Allison to stand future to me allowing Dr. Ronda space to do her examination of Allison.

Dakota texts Tina the room issue that Allison is in so people from the Chateau could some visit with her. Dr. Ronda estimates that Allison will be in metropolis Hospital about a calendar week. I am upset about Allison, but with Dr. Ronda in cathexis of Allison, my fears are minimal.

The two SS agent once again are standing outside the hospital room much like sentry go dogs, both Dakota and I find that a bit humorous. Allison is sound asleep and I'm caressing her hair. I'm worrying about Allison, but only to a certain sum of worry. My principal worry is wondering how Allison got this contagion and is there something that we need to handle at the Chateau to continue others from acquiring this infection.

I told Dakota to help me set up for the HR convention that we will be having on Mon of side by side workweek. I need some Plan B people just in case some end up getting fired or quit on me.

It dawns on me that maybe we should ingest few HR people and have all new employees processed through one department.

posing in Allison's room, the TV still showed the ardor from Wisconsin. You could see that the attack was now under control, but not out just yet. I shook my head watching the news program time about the tower.

When 8 pm came around, the announcement that visiting hours were now over, and it was time to ca-ca your way out of City infirmary. Visiting time of day would start at 9 am tomorrow morning. Dakota and I got up and went to the charge nurses'desk to make certain they had both my jail cell phone and Dakota's cell speech sound numbers racket. I also saw Dr. Ronda coming out of another affected role's way. I went over to her and gave her a passionate kiss which caused her to reply in kind.

Dakota and I along with our two SS factor left City Hospital and walked outside the front master entrance to receive Fred waiting for us. We got into the backrest and Fred closed the doorway. When he got the limo moving, he asked how Allison was doing. We told her that they believe that she has an contagion and will be in the infirmary for about a week.

In the back of the limousine, I stretched my legs out. Dakota switched tail and snuggled up to me putting her heading on my chest.

"favourite, how are you doing ?"I asked.

"Well, since I'm here with my pop, I'm doing just ticket,"She says to me.

I caress her tomentum as I hear her drift to slumber while laying on my chest.

It doesn't take too long for Fred to get us back to the Chateau. He drops us at the social movement door and parked the limo in the garage. I let the SS agents know that I will most in all likelihood make another trip to city Hospital to visit Allison tomorrow morning. They thank me for giving them a mind's up about the visit.

Dakota and I head inside, and we smell something delicious. It occurs to us that neither Dakota nor myself have had anything to eat since about lunchtime. We both head into the kitchen where we find a crockpot filled with beef stew. Both Dakota and I filled a couple of home plate and carried them over to the dining elbow room mesa to sit down and eat.

Tina comes over and tells us that Jill went to bed early as she was just tired out. Tina gives me a kiss, very erotic and passionate. Fred walks through the front way to direct down the hall to Mom's room. I heard the door open and then close. I just smile well-chosen that Mom and Fred have been seeing each former for quite a patch no. We haven't found a gentleman for Tina's mom just yet, but we will.

CHAPTER 4

When I woke up the succeeding first light, Jill told me that she thought she would outride in bed for a while. I asked if she thought she should go see Dr. Ronda, but she fussed at me. When I finished my morning duties in the bathroom, I texted Dr. Ronda that now Jill wasn't feeling good. She texted right back that she will come to visit Jill before she heads to metropolis Hospital to see Allison.

I turn on the TV and see that the fire in our pillar still is the principal narration on the morning news. However, it appears as if the blast is almost out. I call the Fire Department in Badger State and ask how far along in putting the fire out they might be. The gentlewoman at the fire department tells me that it is about 90 % out and they are checking for any hot berth since there is so much theme, plus they are checking the floors both above and below where the fire took place. I thanked her for her time and hung up.

I go out into the dining room and see Sammy and Bobby making everyone breakfast. Sammy asks me what I would like for breakfast. I just tell him once again that my pattern omelette would be just fine. I see toilet eating one of his everything but the kitchen sink omelet, but Diane was just having a cut of toast and a coffee.

I texted Dr. Ronda that Diane was not feeling well either. She texted me that she would look at her as well. I pulled Dakota over to me and whispered in her ear to have Tina keep an eye on Diane throughout the day. She kissed me and told me she would do just that.

After I eat my omelet, we load up into the limo. John the Divine, Dakota, and I along with two SS factor get into the limo. As common, Fred is our driver and weaves his way through the dealings to get to City Hospital as quickly as he can. I think about how well Fred takes care of us.

When we arrive at the hospital, Fred drops the three of us off at the main entrance. The two SS federal agent that came with us also get out at the front door to the infirmary. The five of us weave our way through the maze of hallway to get to Allison's room phone number 1708. When we arrive, Allison is eating some guts and some scrambled powdered eggs. She has a trash of OJ as well as a bad cup of coffee. She puts creamer and sugar in the coffee to try and help the discernment, but they really don't help at all.

I hug Allison to unwind her. She tells me that she really doesn't palpate all that different than when we brought her to the infirmary. I take a feel at the chart the nanny and medico have written their promissory note into. They all seem to indicate that Allison is suffering from an infection although they don't mention where the infection is located in the body. I see her vitals that they keep talking and they show that Allison's blood line pressure level is a bit senior high and that her white blood count is extremely gamy. Dr. Ronda ordered some antibiotics along with another bag of fluids to keep on her hydrated.

It makes me think about the ladies that are back at the Chateau. Are they all dehydrated ? Is there something that is being passed around ? Do we necessitate to do a complete scrubbing from top to bottom to eliminate any microbe in our house ?

After we visit with Allison for a while, we all head back to the limo for Fred to exact us back family. Dakota reminds me that I have the HR encounter tomorrow morning at 9 am at the rule center. I ask her to group every HR someone by where they are in the country and to print out potential figure as replacing in display case some quit or get let go tomorrow.

After visiting with Allison, we get back into the limousine and Fred drives us back house to the Chateau. Because I was intending to inflame up about 7 am I headed to bed at about 9 pm. Jill still wasn't feeling all that well. Dr. Ronda stopped by the house about dinner time and ate with all of us. She took vitals of Diane, Jill, Tina, and Dakota. Jill and Diane were still feeling under the weather. Tina and Dakota were feeling just fine.

Dr. Ronda prescribed some antibiotic drug for the dame, stiff enough to attack the virus, but gentle enough to not hurt the babies. She had them sent to Walgreen's. Tina went to foot them up after two hours.

On Mon morning, I woke up with two thing on my wit. One, how are the ladies doing ? Two, how many HR hoi polloi will we lose today ?

I get up and do my aurora duties in the lavatory, including taking a dainty hot shower. No one joined me in the exhibitioner stall, which was a dainty relief for me.

I put on a nice wearing apparel shirt, smuggled slacks, and a tie. I brought my cause coat along, but I wasn't sure if I felt like wearing it or not. I met Dakota and Tina at the front line door along with one female and one male agent to protect us. Fred took us to the pattern center where he dropped us off at the main entrance.

I head inside and chose a tush on the stage. Dakota also took a seat next to Tina with the two SS broker standing off to one side but keeping closing curtain proximity to Tina, Dakota, and myself.

As 9 am rolled around, the massive routine of HR masses entered the master doorway of the convention nitty-gritty elbow room. The people at the front desks were directing the HR hoi polloi to sit together by territorial dominion, which they did. They seemed excited that they were sitting together.

I purposely began the meeting a bit late so everyone had the opportunity to get hold their seat and not miss anything that I wanted to say. The first matter that I talked about was how many new employees were not processed properly into our system. I pointed out that it costs us 100 of dollars duplicate when we don't set up a new employee properly. They expect to be paid on payday-like everyone else, but if they are not set up correctly then we have to festinate paying them with a paycheck and all-night mail it to them. Instead of them getting direct deposit.

I pointed out the dominion that were not being successful and having the most particular cut checks for new employees. I also pointed out just how many people were still in our arrangement that had already been terminated. Most of the HR people gasped when I told them how many employees this mismanagement of payroll and new employee processing price the troupe along with how many the great unwashed, we overpaid by not terminating them as they should have been.

I publicly thank Rob from IT and his squad who individually verified each and everyone that worked for us was still on the proper payroll department, some wanting a paycheck but virtually of them wanting channelise bank deposit. I pointed out that the prior 12 month we overpaid non-terminated employees almost $ 600,000 in accession, we had to cut nearly $ 300,000 worth of overnight payroll check, which also caused a lot of gasps.

I asked for a commitment from each territory to do a ameliorate job in terminating departed employees and processing the paperwork for new employees to put them on the payroll.

Most every HR mortal committed to doing a sound job at handling new employees. I started with the top 10 distract district in our party. I didn't gens any names, but several masses who knew that their dominion was not doing the job properly got up and left their work keys on the table. I watched as they walked out the door and left. There was a lot of whispering about people quitting, which didn't both me. We had only two territorial dominion that the intact district quit and thankfully it was the bottom two districts of the entire company. Once they got up and left, I had Dakota and Tina collect their company keys off the tables.

As we approached lunch, I saw the delivery drivers from jimmy whoremaster's bringing in boxes of sandwiches and micro chip along with coolers of soda and water.

Dakota went to the solid food and got 5 sandwiches and 5 boozing. She handed the two SS federal agent their sandwiches first and their drinks then sat down with Tina and I to suffer lunch. Oddly enough, we had a few people who wanted to sit with us to pick our head on what we were going to do about the HR hoi polloi who quit and just walked out. I explained that we have mass waiting in the wings to be promoted, plus I wanted to reduce the overall number of HR people in our society. They seemed to agree with me on my plan.

After the luncheon was over, I called out respective people and promoted them to become HR staff office. I still call these people my Plan B citizenry. They all are excited that they have been recognized as promotable people in our company. When I announced people's name calling, I got draw of squealing and clapping. At 4 pm, I ended the HR conventionalism by thanking everyone for attending. When I left the stage I received a standing ovation, which made me smile. I gathered up my two ladies and the two SS agents and headed out to the limousine. Where Fred was waiting patiently to take us home.

I asked that we stop and see Allison at urban center hospital. Fred made the necessity modification and was in front of the hospital in just a few minutes.

We got out of the limo and went inside the hospital to see Allison. We arrived just as the foodservice masses were dropping of her dinner party tray. She didn't seem all that enthused about dinner. She told me she is missing Sammy and Bobby. I kissed her and we headed home.

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