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The Chauffeur ( # 58 ) The fire

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

On Sabbatum I was awoken by my cell telephone set buzzing. I grudgingly got out of bed and scuffed over to the vanity to condition my phone. I saw that the text was from Roger Johnson. The text read : Big Fire at an office tower in Wisconsin. CALL ME ASAP ! Roger.

I called Roger as soon as I read his textbook substance. The first call went straight to voicemail. The s call Roger picked up.

"Hey, St. David, not a good way to take off a morning. 17 base of our tower in Badger State are on fire. Since it is a Sabbatum, evacuating the construction wasn't that difficult. However, there was some reason the sprinklers didn't go on, so the firefighters are attacking this flaming head-on. Currently, this is a 6-alarm fire but will nigh belike get raised as the fire is not contained yet."Roger tells me.

I expect that you will be getting phone calls from many of your tenants in the construction such as kraft paper intellectual nourishment, who is the original owner 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 legal involved,"Roger says to me.

I thought about taking the jet to the property in Wisconsin, but I decided against it since we had another bit of clip with special factor Wade, plus the SS agents who will accompany us on this missionary post out in the LA desert once again. Fred, John, and I are supposed to meet up with the DEA just after 1 pm. All in all, we are supposed to have about 32 citizenry on our English of this mission.

After I hung up from the earphone, I noticed that Dakota was in my sleep bed. I tiptoed around her and saw that she was wearing panties just as Dr. Ronda had requested. I headed into the bathroom to take forethought of my morning time duties which included a immediate shower. As I had my head underneath the piddle, I felt the cold air from the rain shower door 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 smile to see her get into the shower stall with me.

I jokingly pushed her underneath the showerhead to get her entire trunk wet before I began to lap her including a shampoo. As I was soaping her up, I leaned in and kissed her on the cover of the cervix. She reached behind her and gave my cock a couple of tugs which made me smile.

We spent various minute of arc in the rain shower together before we turned the hot water supply off. I grabbed two towels and we took our sentence to dry each other. Once we were finished with the drying, we tossed the towels into the hamper.

After putting the towels into the shackle, we went to my bedroom. She put a clean dry white tee shirt on with no pantie's underneath. I put on my common, a pair of short pants plus a Theodore Harold White tee shirt. Once I was dressed, we left the bedroom to take her rear to her sleeping room. I opened the door and she immediately went to her closet and took out a cute outfit to wear. It was a decent xanthous print top and a pair of yellow boxers. She decided to go barefoot for now, but that may change later.

When she was finished dressing, we went down to the TV room. No one was in the way, so we turned the TV on, and I selected an all-news transmission channel to get the nigh information about our tower in Wisconsin River on fire. Sammy came out to the TV room and asked Allison what she would care for breakfast, she asked for scrambled eggs and guts. Sammy also asked me what I would wish. I told him one of his great bacon and Malva sylvestris omelette with some fried spud on the side. He told that my breakfast would subscribe to about 20 minutes and that he would put it on the dining room mesa when it is ready.

I sat down on the couch watching our towboat in Wisconsin burn. My really 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 towboat in Wisconsin burning. We needed to force the legal contract bridge as well as the book for the fire suppression party on how late the fire suppression equipment had been checked. I also wanted a leaning of tenants to be contacted and find out when the fire department is finished for them to let us experience what was capable to be salvaged out of their offices.

I switched back and Forth on the TV from one news channel to another trying to get undecomposed guess of the building burning. I put a call into the Fire Department in Madison Wisconsin asking them about my building that was on ardour. 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 figure and number to be reached once there is something to tell me. I thanked her for her metre and hung up.

As I sat on the couch with Allison, my phone buzzed once again. It was from Roger again. This clock time his text edition read : Husband murders married woman in Chicago in one of the Pinetree hotels. local anaesthetic law enforcement will be sending us copies of all the Police reports.

I just shook my promontory thought process that he was very prophetical in his first text edition message telling me that it wasn't a good starting signal to the day.

I put my arm around Allison and pulled her into me as we watched the tidings. Although I prefer FOX news, I did watch CBS news to try and get a unlike camera Angle on the firing. One thing that I noticed was a entirely lot of fireman standing around by the fervor truck. I wondered to myself why so many people were just standing around.

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

My phone buzzed once again. This metre it was especial Agent Wade of the DEA. She said"calling off the desert issue as we don't have enough federal agent to handle this chemical group. Thanks for the pass of help ”.

I variety of give forth knowing that my multitude won't be put in harm's way. I went over to the SS Agent and show him my telephone and the text edition subject matter. He thanked me for the update. I texted Saint John the Apostle and Fred that today's fourth dimension with the DEA is off. A few moment later Fred texted back that he appreciated the update.

As promised, Sammy delivered Allison her testis and grits along with a fresh cup of coffee. He also delivered me the omelet that I asked for along with some fried potatoes. He had also poured me a chalk of succus. He put my plateful at the head of the mesa and the one for Allison good next to me where Dakota normally sits.

Since the DEA issue was off for the day, I dialed up the jet crew and let them know whenever they get fix, I would like 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 bedroom. Both Dakota and Jill let out small gasps at seeing our tower combustion. I suggested to both to pack an overnight bag, just in case we end up staying over.

I ask Allison if she would wish 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 job, but to stay on here at the Chateau as I didn't want anyone out roaming around with the Mexican Drug combine not playing prissy with us nor the DEA.

I texted Diane telling her that we were making a trip to Wisconsin and that I would like her and can and Jennifer to join me in the jet. It took a couple of minutes, but I finally got two text messages. One from Diane telling me that she and Gospel According to John were getting cook and one from Jennifer telling me she would be cook in less than a half-hour.

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

Diane and john were the foremost to make it at the dining room tabular array. John asked for his common kitchen sump omelette. Diane wanted scrambled eggs and a cup of coffee tree. I reached into the fridge and gave her a bottle of water as well.

About the time Bobby was finishing John's omelette, Dakota and Jill came out to the dining room leaving their overnight suitcase at the front doorway. whoremaster ate at his normal speed shoveling the food into his oral cavity as quickly as he possibly could.

Since Dakota and Jill were both going with me, both female agent and one male agent accompanied us. They each had an nightlong bag set up and they set them by the front door. A few minute later Jennifer joined us. I looked around the room and look John, Diane, Jennifer, Dakota, Jill, myself and three SS agentive role. It seemed as if we all were there. However, we only had a town car in the garage, so we had to take in a couple of car. Tina offered to force Diane, lavatory, and Jennifer. Fred took Jill and her SS Agent in the township car. That left Dakota and her factor to ride along with me and my agent. Donna volunteered to take Dakota, and me along with our security agents to the jet.

When we all arrived at the jet, I gave Fred some information about our return so we would be better prepared with a full-size limo or two to point back to the Chateau. Everyone grabbed their nightlong bag and climbed the stairs to enter the jet. Once we were all into the jet, they closed the threshold and locked it in place. The jet slowly moved from its parking spotlight towards the runway. We waited in line to get on the runway. There were three super C in social movement of us, although once the three super acid took off, we lined up for burlesque as well.

We paused for a moment then we felt the delicious quickening of the plane. Before we got to the end of the runway, the olfactory organ of the jet took a crisp upward angle putting us in the air and on our way to Madison, Wisconsin.

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

On the other side of me sat Jennifer. John the Divine and Diane sat on the love seat with Diane leaning her head onto John's chest. Jennifer put her arms around me and put her head on my left shoulder. We ran into some turbulency as we passed over Utah and Centennial State, however, once we passed those two states the flight of stairs smoothed right out. The flight to Badger State was right at the three-hour bound. Dakota pulled her pegleg and human foot off me when the plane began its descent to land.

Unfortunately, we had to encircle the airdrome a dyad of multiplication before the tower gave us license to land the jet. Finally, we got the plane on the ground. We taxied the jet to the private planer area. I saw the two limousine that Dakota had ordered up for us to ride in while in Wisconsin.

Our airplane pilot was able to park the jet amongst other common soldier planing machine. We got the door undetermined and went down to the limo. Jill, Dakota and I along with three SS agents got into one limo with Jennifer, John, and Diane getting into the other limousine. Both of our drivers knew where we were headed. They shut the back doors and headed the limo down the route towards the burning towers. I could see them a couple of miles before we got to the pillar. As we arrived, there were several TV news work party filming the fervor and taking consultation with people who had aught to do with the tower, they just happened to be standing finis, so they were interviewing them.

CHAPTER 2

When we pulled up to the roped-off area by the tower entrance, I put my best typeface on to spill to the TV reporters about the pillar. Lots of dubiousness were asked of me. I looked for and finally found the flaming Chief. I asked him if everyone was OK and that there were no mass left in the tower. He told me that they got everyone out and that only property damage, no homo injury, which made me feel good.

I did do to inquire about when the fervidness investigation would begin. The representative from the blast section told me that no investigation would get until after the entire ardor was completely out.

I got a speech sound call from special agentive role Wade. She told me that she got into a bit of difficulty for allowing my group to assist her DEA agents in taking down the Mexican Drug trust. I apologized to her for getting her into a bit of trouble, but she told me to not concern about it.

We pulled the two limo just a few feet away from the TV news vans. I got out with Jennifer and Dakota by my face. We answered as many of the enquiry as we could, but we did stress that we were grateful that there was no one inside the office towner and that we will be happy with getting the consequence of the fire investigation.

One of the cameramen told us that it will be stuffy to 12 hours before the fire is out then they will set out the investigation. I thanked him for the data and asked where a skillful diner is that's not too far away. He recommended a mom and pop diner that was about 8 pulley-block removed from the fervor. When we arrived at the diner, both drivers parked the limo at the far corner of the parking lot. We all got out and went inside.

The place was virtually discharge, but one of our drivers told us all that the food was good, so we took his mesmerism and decided to stay. With there being a totality of 9 of us, we pushed two tables together and sat down. A nice former waitress came over to our table and started taking drink orders. She discussed the special of the day, which was eggplant parmesan with a small side salad and a prominent slash of garlic bread.

Jill wanted the especial, Dakota ordered a grilled cheese sandwich with a bowl of tomato soup. Jennifer ordered tuna salad on toasted sourdough bread. John Lackland and Diane both ordered the special as well. I went in a totally different direction ; I ordered a BLT on Edward D. White toast with mayo and two slice of love apple. I ordered a Coke and everyone else ordered a soda as well. I didn't hear what the SS broker ordered since they ended up sitting at a table next to us.

So, it ended up being 6 of my playgroup and 3 agentive role. I quietly told the waitress that I was picking up the bill for the trade protection team that was sitting at a unlike table. 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 chips or a side salad otherwise you only get the sandwich. The waitress trying to appease all of us brought a big home of French fries. Dakota, as usual, put some of the fries on to a small plate and slathered them with ketchup before taking some and stuffing them into my rima oris and giggling all about it.

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

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

Gospel According to John 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 cheek, which made both giggles as well as the balance of the table.

When three very gimcrack teenagers came into the restaurant, I saw that the SS agents got a bit nervous. The adolescent sat down a few table away from us. One of the agents moved her electric chair over next to Dakota and Jill. The teens noticed her do that and made a trashy comment about how silly they thought my protection detail was. They decided to provoke the factor by taunting them verbally. The agents didn't say a countersign but when one of the stripling got up and walked over to get in their grimace, the male agent stood up and asked the adolescent to go back to his tabular array. Instead, he decided that he would do what he wanted to do and there was nothing that the broker could do about it.

Just as the teen decided to guide a golf shot at the broker, the adolescent had his boldness bounced off the tabular array and was handcuffed in seconds. That only escalated the situation. The waitress demanded that the agent let go of the teenager. The teenager only threatened the agent More. Now all three agent were involved, and they asked the stripling to go back to their table and just leave us alone. The stripling decided that they were rightfulness and took a golf stroke at the agents. All three federal agent took the teens down like calfskin at a rodeo. All three were lying fount down on their tabular array with the waitress yelling at the agents that she's about to send for the police and that they would find real worry as the Sherriff doesn't like strangers who cause trouble. At this point, Dakota stood up and told the waitress that we can get bad Service and unruly teenagers at any dining car in the Earth and that she should ride out out of our business.

I asked for the bill, which the waitress had to add once again. I got up and went to the John Cash registry to pay the pecker, but she was too meddlesome running her mouthpiece with the cook. I looked at the total on the account and threw down enough to pay the banknote 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 turn the teens, which they did, but they were ready to re-cuff them if they decided once again to put their nose into our business.

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

We got back into the limousine and headed back to the towers to see if the flame was under command yet. When we got there, we saw that the pillar was still on fervidness, but it appeared to be much More under control at this period. almost 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 firefighters attacking the firing on respective floors.

Dakota, Jill, Jennifer, and I started making tenant phone calls. Everyone was informed about the fire and that the tugboat may not be undefended for several Clarence Day. I asked the citizenry from Kraft why the sprinklers didn't kick on ; they had no solution for that question.

I dialed up our legal section to have them pull all the paperwork on the acquisition of that office tower. They told me that it would consume a duo of days, but they will send me written matter for me to see over. Our top sound attorney for property acquisition told me he would institutionalise me his analysis of the paperwork and tell me if it was an ‘ as is'purchase or something else. I thanked him and string up up the phone.

As we stood there making telephone set shout, the reporter for FOX newsworthiness came over to one of the federal agent and asked who to speak to about this attack. They politely pointed at me. The reporter, named Ashley Johnson, was gorgeous and civil. When I finished my sound call, I turned off my phone and put it in my pocket. She asked me various head while I was being videotaped. She thanked me for the soul interview and left with her cinematographer. I asked one of the fervour department captains when they thought it would be completely out. He told me that it will be at least late tomorrow and possibly into the pursual day before they will have the fire completely out and able to start out their investigation of the fire. I thanked him for his time and gathered my people to head 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 hatching and took us to the runway. The jet once again accelerated down the runway and into the air to head back home. I knew that the flying would pack another three hour, but I was ready to take a small nap. I stretched out and found Dakota loop up into me as the escape went towards home.

Once again, we experienced some pocket-sized amount of Sturm und Drang over Colorado and Mormon State, but once we hit Calif., we were in the make and it was smooth sailing from that point on to LA.

CHAPTER 3

As the jet went from a level escape to a decline preparing to bring down, Dakota rolled off me and I opened my eyes. I asked the SS broker if they think anything will come of the teenager, they didn't believe anything would, but they said that they would arrest in with local anaesthetic law enforcement just to wee-wee sure.

It was only a few mo before the jet made a acutely downswing to domain. Apparently, that character of the flight of steps always makes Dakota flighty as she squeezed me tightly just before the wheels hit the runway. As we taxied around to where our limo were waiting, I saw Fred standing stoically outside one of the limos. I heard Dakota tell Jill that when Fred is driving the limo, she feels much better. Jill agreed with her.

The fender and copilot taxied the jet around to the side of the airport that other secret jets were parked, and our jet was parked right next to them. Once the jet came to a stop, 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 federal agent got into the large of the limo and John, Diane, and Jennifer got into the back limo. Fred started our limousine and the female person number one wood, whom I didn't know started the other limo and we all headed to the chateau. The drive didn't study long at all since it was still Saturday.

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

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

"fountainhead, that's great to take heed,"I say to Fred.

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

"Oh, we 're doing just ticket, thank you for asking. She's really made a friend with Tina's Mother Deloris which I think is effective for her. I mean, she loves all the juvenility in our mansion, but it is nice for her to have someone closer to her own age to plowshare life experiences with,"Fred tells me.

"I agree completely,"I tell Fred.

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

"Well, it looks as if the towboat will be burning for at to the lowest degree another 24-36 hours. After they finally get the tower put out, only then will start the investigation,"I tell Fred.

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

"Yes, I know. Not really the keen starting to the day. Our tug in Badger State on ardour and a house servant violence murder in Newmarket 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 good and wonder what I should do,"She asks me.

"Are you still at the sign of the zodiac ?"I ask her.

"fountainhead, um….I'm at the computer memory,"she tells me, which kind of gravel me.

"What store are you at ?"I ask.

"Macy's. I thought I would see at their cut-rate sale on some winter garb but once I got here, I started feeling poorly,"she says to me.

I direct Fred to guide to Macy's to pick up Allison. I have Dakota calling Dr. Ronda to let her know that we will be bringing Allison to see her shortly. Dr. Ronda tells Dakota to just get Allison and accept her back 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 minutes before we were pulling up to the Macy's. Allison was standing outside the doorway leaning against the construction. Fred pulled up and one of the security agent got out and gathered her up and put her in the limo. Allison crawled over to me and put her mind in my lap, which kind of worried me.

"Darling how much water have you had today ?"I ask her.

"Um, some. I don't really get laid,"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 solace her. Fred pushes several yellow sparkle before he finally gets us back to the Chateau. He pokes the necessary buttons to unfold the outer gate then open the inner logic gate. I see Dr. Ronda's car already in the courtyard.

Fred pulls the limo up to the front door. 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 signboard, checking blood pressure, listening to her substance and her breathing. She puts on the blood pressure cuff.

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

Dr. Ronda believes that Allison has something such as an contagion. She wants us to take her to urban center infirmary for a few Clarence Day stay. I carry her back out to the limousine and one agent goes with me. Dakota also joins me in the limousine along with a female agent to protect her. Jill decides to stay at the Chateau.

Fred gets the limousine racing towards urban center Hospital with Dr. Ronda rightfulness behind the limo. Dr. Ronda pushes various yellow visible light and even and red lighting. Getting to City infirmary took about half the time it normally does. Fred just pulled the limousine right field in front of the ER entrance. Dr. Ronda parked her car in the physician parking lot and hurried into the ER.

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

A nurse came into the examination room to attend Dr. Ronda. They asked Allison if she was sensitized to anything. Allison told her that she was allergic to morphine and a match of other drugs. Dr. Ronda ordered a different pain sensation medicine to assist Allison. She also ordered a line draw as she suspects that Allison has some sort of contagion but needs the lab workplace to confirm that.

Allison is drowsing, and I just stand there caressing her whisker which sorting of makes her smiling. The two factor that came along to guard Dakota and I are standing like guard domestic dog right outside the test room doorway.

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

I see Dakota texting person 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 nanny arranging a room for Allison. When the transfer guy comes to take 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 individual room, so Allison won't be sharing with soul else. I suspect that is because she has an transmission and the hospital doesn't want her spreading the infection that she has with some early hospital patient.

Allison isn't in the room very long before Dr. Ronda comes in and checks on her. Dakota is on one side of the bed and I'm on the other, but when Dr. Ronda comes into the room, Dakota changes sides of Allison to stand next to me allowing Dr. Ronda place to do her exam of Allison.

Dakota texts Tina the room act that Allison is in so people from the Chateau could some visit with her. Dr. Ronda estimates that Allison will be in urban center Hospital about a hebdomad. I am care about Allison, but with Dr. Ronda in accusation of Allison, my fears are minimal.

The two SS broker once again are standing outside the infirmary room much like guard 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 amount of worry. My main headache is wondering how Allison got this contagion and is there something that we need to direct at the Chateau to keep others from acquiring this infection.

I told Dakota to help me set up for the HR formula that we will be having on Monday of next hebdomad. I need some program B people just in case some end up getting fired or quit on me.

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

posing in Allison's elbow room, the TV still showed the fire from Wisconsin. You could see that the fervor was now under ascendancy, but not out just yet. I shook my head watching the word clip about the tower.

When 8 pm came around, the announcement that visiting hr were now over, and it was time to urinate your way out of metropolis hospital. Visiting hours would begin at 9 am tomorrow first light. Dakota and I got up and went to the charge nurses'desk to earn sure they had both my cubicle earphone and Dakota's mobile phone phone Numbers. I also saw Dr. Ronda coming out of another affected role's room. I went over to her and gave her a passionate kiss which caused her to respond in kind.

Dakota and I along with our two SS agents left city Hospital and walked outside the social movement main entrance to find Fred waiting for us. We got into the back and Fred closed the door. When he got the limousine moving, he asked how Allison was doing. We told her that they believe that she has an infection and will be in the hospital for about a week.

In the back of the limousine, I stretched my branch out. Dakota switched butt and snuggled up to me putting her head on my chest.

"Darling, 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 hair as I hear her purport to catch some Z's while laying on my chest.

It doesn't ask too long for Fred to get us back to the Chateau. He drops us at the front door and parked the limo in the garage. I let the SS agent know that I will most in all likelihood make another trip to City infirmary to chew the fat Allison tomorrow morning. They thank me for giving them a capitulum'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 gripe fret. Both Dakota and I filled a duo of crustal plate and carried them over to the dining room table 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 candy kiss, very titillating and passionate. Fred walks through the figurehead room to head down the hall to Mom's room. I heard the room access open and then close. I just smile felicitous that Mom and Fred have been seeing each other for quite a while no. We haven't found a valet for Tina's mom just yet, but we will.

CHAPTER 4

When I woke up the next morning, Jill told me that she thought she would stay 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 good morning duties in the john, I texted Dr. Ronda that now Jill wasn't feeling effective. She texted the right way back that she will come to visit Jill before she heads to City hospital to see Allison.

I turn on the TV and see that the fire in our column still is the lead narration on the morning news. However, it appears as if the fire is almost out. I call the flak Department in Badger State and ask how far along in putting the fire out they might be. The noblewoman at the attack department tells me that it is about 90 % out and they are checking for any hot spots since there is so practically paper, 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 wish for breakfast. I just tell him once again that my normal omelet would be just fine. I see John Lackland eating one of his everything but the kitchen sump omelette, but Diane was just having a slice 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 omelette, we load up into the limo. lavatory, Dakota, and I along with two SS agents get into the limo. As usual, Fred is our device driver and weaves his way through the traffic 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 agents that came with us also get out at the breast door to the hospital. The five of us weave our way through the maze of hallways to get to Allison's room number 1708. When we arrive, Allison is eating some gritstone and some scrambled powdered eggs. She has a glass of OJ as well as a bad cup of coffee. She puts creamer and boodle in the coffee to try and help the taste, but they really don't help at all.

I hug Allison to decompress her. She tells me that she really doesn't palpate all that different than when we brought her to the hospital. I take a aspect at the chart the nanny and physician have written their banker's bill into. They all seem to argue that Allison is suffering from an contagion 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 stock imperativeness is a bit high and that her White person stemma count is extremely high gear. Dr. Ronda ordered some antibiotic along with another bag of fluids to keep her hydrated.

It makes me think about the Lady that are back at the Chateau. Are they all dehydrated ? Is there something that is being passed around ? Do we need to do a staring scrubbing from top to bottom to eliminate any germs in our mansion ?

After we visit with Allison for a while, we all head back to the limo for Fred to contain us back household. Dakota reminds me that I have the HR meeting tomorrow morning at 9 am at the convention centre. I ask her to group every HR person by where they are in the country and to impress out electric potential names as substitution in fount some quit or get let go tomorrow.

After visiting with Allison, we get back into the limo and Fred drives us back home to the Chateau. Because I was intending to waken 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 vital organ of Diane, Jill, Tina, and Dakota. Jill and Diane were still feeling under the atmospheric condition. Tina and Dakota were feeling just fine.

Dr. Ronda prescribed some antibiotic for the ladies, strong enough to attack the virus, but gentle enough to not hurt the babe. She had them sent to Walgreen's. Tina went to pick them up after two hours.

On Mon morning, I woke up with two things on my brain. One, how are the dame doing ? Two, how many HR people will we lose today ?

I get up and do my dawning duty in the bathroom, including taking a nice hot shower. No one joined me in the cascade carrel, which was a nice relief for me.

I put on a nice frock shirt, black slacks, and a tie. I brought my causa pelage along, but I wasn't sure if I felt like wearing it or not. I met Dakota and Tina at the breast doorway along with one female person and one male person factor to protect us. Fred took us to the convention center where he dropped us off at the primary entrance.

I head inside and chose a seat on the stage. Dakota also took a butt side by side to Tina with the two SS broker standing off to one side but keeping close propinquity to Tina, Dakota, and myself.

As 9 am rolled around, the monumental number of HR mass entered the main doorway of the convention center room. The people at the straw man desks were directing the HR people to sit together by district, which they did. They seemed excited that they were sitting together.

I purposely began the meeting a bit late so everyone had the chance to find their rump and not miss anything that I wanted to say. The inaugural matter that I talked about was how many new employees were not processed properly into our system. I pointed out that it costs us one C of dollar extra 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 speed paying them with a payroll check and overnight mail it to them. Instead of them getting orchestrate deposit.

I pointed out the territorial dominion that were not being successful and having the most extra cut tick for new employees. I also pointed out just how many masses were still in our system that had already been terminated. near of the HR people gasped when I told them how many employees this misdirection of payroll department and new employee processing cost the company along with how many people, we overpaid by not terminating them as they should have been.

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

I asked for a consignment from each territorial dominion to do a full job in terminating straggle employees and processing the paperwork for new employees to put them on the payroll.

Most every HR soul committed to doing a better job at handling new employees. I started with the top 10 pain territory in our company. I didn't name any names, but several the great unwashed who knew that their district was not doing the job properly got up and left their body of work tonality on the table. I watched as they walked out the door and left wing. There was a lot of whispering about people quitting, which didn't both me. We had only two dominion that the entire 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 key off the tables.

As we approached lunch, I saw the delivery drivers from Jimmy John's bringing in boxes of sandwiches and scrap along with coolers of soda and water.

Dakota went to the solid food and got 5 sandwiches and 5 drinks. She handed the two SS factor their sandwiches first and their potable then sat down with Tina and I to feature lunch. Oddly sufficiency, we had a few the great unwashed who wanted to sit with us to pick our mental capacity on what we were going to do about the HR people who quit and just walked out. I explained that we have people waiting in the offstage to be promoted, plus I wanted to deoxidize the overall number of HR people in our companies. They seemed to agree with me on my plan.

After the luncheon was over, I called out several people and promoted them to become HR personnel. I still hollo these people my program B people. They all are excited that they have been recognized as promotable hoi polloi in our company. When I announced people's names, I got lots of squealing and clapping. At 4 pm, I ended the HR convention by thanking everyone for attending. When I left the phase I received a standing ovation, which made me smiling. I gathered up my two ladies and the two SS agents and headed out to the limousine. Where Fred was waiting patiently to call for us home.

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

We got out of the limousine and went inside the hospital to see Allison. We arrived just as the foodservice people were dropping of her dinner 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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