The Chauffeur ( # 61 ) A Shooting

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

It had been respective calendar week since we have heard of the Russian cat as well as Horowitz and his band of criminal. However, Dakota kept a log in her journal of any government issue, even if they were not confirmed. She still didn't trust that the Russians had been foiled and she certainly didn't think that Horowitz group was out of business.

As the morning rolled in, so did a electrical storm. Not a lot of wind, but lot of rainfall, lightning, and skag. I really didn't even want to will the Chateau but workplace at the Hawk called.

I got into the limo that Fred was driving. Sharon, Dakota, Jill, Donna all came with me. St. John chose to tug his motortruck so he and Diane went to the Hawk in his truck. The weather really was lousy. On the way to the Hawk, we came across wads of accidents, almost as if people forgot how to tug in crappy weather.

What usually was about a 20-minute crusade became an hour 's thrust to get to the Hawk. Fred pulled the limousine into the parking service department, so no one got wet going from the limo to the elevator. I told Fred to return about twelve noon to withdraw us to lunch. I had that Italian piazza that Fred introduced us to in my head for lunch as they always have enceinte food, and everyone seems relaxed and happy to eat there.

We took the elevator up to our level. Jill dialed up Diane to see to it that she and John were getting through the crappy traffic. She said that the going was slacken, but they were only a few blocks away from the parking garage.

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

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

One affair that I did notice was we came to the position with only two SS agents. When I opened my computer, I saw an electronic mail from one of the agents telling me that some of them were going to spend most of the day reassessing the protection at the Chateau.

As whoremaster and Diane got off the elevator, I saw Mariana also get off the elevator with them, which made me sense better that she was able to safely get to work through the crappy weather.

As I made my way through the aurora phone calls, the storm exterior seems to intensify. Flashes of lightning and crashes of roaring were invariant. At one point, the ignitor flickered in the mortarboard, but they never went out.

I got up from my data processor and walked around the office telling everyone that if they didn't need to be on their laptop computer to stay off them. most of the office staff were capable to go to making earpiece phone call and last out off their information processing system. A duad of staff extremity needed to continue making phone call option.

John, as common, was being his goofy self. He stood at one of the large windows watching the storm. Suddenly, a large lightning deadbolt hit the building across the street causing John to jump back as the thunder was almost immediate.

Fred came up to the billet and suggested that we leave for the restaurant at about 11:30 am due to the tempest 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 headspring, a big arena of spaghetti and meatballs sounded upright on this wet day.

John, of course, came over to my office staff to luff out that it was 11:30 am and time to leave for luncheon. It really wasn't a surprise that St. John was make to exit 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 ride 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 manoeuver across to the parking garage via the crossover.

Fred, of trend, was waiting at the limo with the cover room access surface for us.

All the ladies got into the limo followed by me. Fred closed the door and headed around to the driver's seat to take us to lunch. Fred had to sit and wait at the exit on the first floor as there were three or four cars ahead of us.

When we finally got to the exit to the street, a boastfully truck came flying by and hit a puddle that splashed the entirely front of the limo. Fred had to put the wipers on high school speed to clear the window as quickly as possible.

Everyone seemed well-chosen to be heading to the Italian restaurant for lunch. When we arrived all the ladies got out and quickly headed inside the eatery. When the owner saw us arrive, he greeted us warmly and brought out a span of baskets of drink garlic bread, which is always a delight.

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

Today just felt like a pizza pie day to my lunch colleague. We ordered three extra-large pizzas. One was champaign cheese, one was all meat, and the third was chicken, mushroom, and sugared Allium cepa. Everyone was delighted with the pizza ordered. Since it was a wet showery day, we decided to pass on the usual bottle of chianti. Instead, everyone had a nice hot cup of coffee.

I noticed that whoremonger and Diane were being all Lovey-Dovie which was gracious to see. As the pizzas were delivered, everyone dug into the ***********ion. I had asked the two SS broker to fall in us, which they did.

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

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

Fred pulled the limo up to the sidewalk by the look doorway. Just as we were leaving the restaurant, a lightning bolt of lightning hit nearby, and the sally of thunder was quick. There was a arcsecond crack just a moment after the commencement fissure.

Suddenly, I felt something wiz by my left ear. One of the SS federal agent yelled for everyone to hit the ground. All the ma'am dropped to the wet sidewalk as More thing whizzed by us. Both SS factor withdrew their weapons and discharged them down the pavement towards 4 tumid round men who were outside waiting for us.

Fred, who was standing in the rainfall, also withdrew his weapon and fired at the big men about 50 feet away from us on the sidewalk. John watched the two-round men that were inside the restaurant, but they didn't seem to be involved in our shootout.

When the SS 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 soil. One of the SS factor dialed up 911 requesting paramedics and police. The owner of the eating place came outside with a handful of towels to help quit the bleeding. Diane and the early SS federal agent took the towels and put them on the two bombastic yap 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 time of day or Thomas More. The two male paramedic asked Diane and the SS factor to move aside so they could form on Jill and her sister. I watched in stunned secrecy as they shocked her heart to start again. Dakota came over to me and stood next to me. She gently grasped my script while the paramedic worked.

It took every bit of dominance not to fall to my knees right succeeding to Jill. The paramedics shocked Jill three class prison term before she took an inhale breathing place, but it was very shallow. Once she began breathing, they put an O2 hose under her nuzzle to break her continual oxygen.

While they were waiting for an ambulance, they were working on the two slug holes that had an huge amount of pedigree flowing out of her eubstance. I didn't see it happen, but John moved over next to me and put his manus on my shoulder. At that moment I saw that the sidewalk was covered in blood and that it was dripping off the sidewalk into the parking lot.

Once again, they grabbed the heart paddles and shocked her. Without saying a Word of God, my middle teared up and tears began rolling down my human face. As I was standing there, Dakota squeezed my hand tighter and put her head on my chest of drawers. 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 copestone and brought it over following to her consistency. The paramedical stopped working on Jill for a second to adulterate her onto the rolling stretcher. Once she was loaded, the ambulance attendees lifted her up and rolled her into the back of the ambulance.

One of the paramedic got into the ambulance with the early ambulance concomitant. They both continued to puzzle out on Jill frantically. The attendant that didn't climb into the back shut the back threshold and ran around to get into the driver's seat. They pulled out as the second paramedical cleaned up their equipment and loaded it back into the paramedic vehicle.

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

I don't really know how long the effort from the restaurant was to the hospital. When we arrived, Fred pulled the limo next to the ER entry doors. All the Lady got out of the vehicle 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 guard duty where Jill was located but I didn't hear the result. Dakota never let go of my script and walked me towards the exam elbow room that the guard told her.

When we got there, it was the Lapp test room where I came to her aid when she was in the accident. Just as Dakota and I arrived, I saw the three doctors and two nurses pulling a white sheet of paper over Jill's mind. At that very moment, my articulatio genus buckled underneath me, and I fell to the trading floor. Dakota sat on the flooring with me just hugging me.

When John and Diane came around the corner, they saw me and Dakota on the floor. Diane knew instantly something wrong had happened. She whispered into John's ear to find out what happened as she would go tell the others that were in the ER waiting area.

As Saint John the Apostle walked around me, he saw the white sheet over Jill's face. He knew that nothing 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 Policemen entered the ER. Diane overheard them ask where the group for Jill Henry Graham Greene would be. Diane went over to the ship's officer and introduced herself. She took two of the police officer to the mathematical group that was waiting in the ER waiting area. After that, she took the remaining two officer down the hallway to the exam room where Jill's body was still laying with a sail over her face.

I saw Diane leading the ship's officer down the hallway towards me and Dakota. She helped me up off the base, however, my knees were still very weak, so she leaned me against the wall to aid me appease standing.

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

I just stand there numb.

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

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

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

"Who actually did the shot from your mathematical group ?"John Singer Sargent Major asked.

"Why would you desire to know officeholder,"Dakota asked.

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

"Well, 4 declamatory men were at the end of the sidewalk. When there was a orotund crack of thunder then a second snap which we thought was thunder as well, but it was their first off shot at us. The bullet went whizzing by us. Both of our closed book service security guys withdrew their weapon system and returned fire,"she told the officer.

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

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

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

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

"Mr. Greene, I am bad for your red,"Sargent Major said.

I just stood there feeling numb and not knowing what to do. John came over to me once again and grabbed me by the knock and began to walk me somewhere. Dakota took my mitt and walked with John and me. They both walked me towards the group waiting for me in the ER wait room. I remember hearing a couple of the ma'am crying at the loss of Jill. I just couldn't bring myself to let any emotion show.

Fred must have seen us as the limo pulled up to the ER room access and our radical all walked out to the fomite. Fred opened the back room access and John and Dakota pushed me into the car. lav and Diane went to his truck while the rest of the ladies all climbed in behind me.

As usual, Fred shut the door and began driving us home.

When we arrived at the Chateau, everyone was waiting for us. Fred pulled the 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 house, everyone that was there said how sorry they were that we lost Jill and the child. I felt numb from header to toe. Dakota gently guided me into my bedroom, which now looked so vacant without Jill.

Dakota took me to the bathroom. She gently began to disinvest me down. Once I was naked, she pushed me into the rain shower stall. In just a couple of moments, she joined me. She turned on the water hot to soothe and loosen up my heftiness. She asked me to bend 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 bath was over, Dakota turned the pee off and stepped out of the rain shower to take hold of a couple of sporting dry towels. At first gear, she used one to dry me off. When I was dry, she used the other one to dry herself off. When we were both dry, she walked us out of the bathroom to my sleeping accommodation. She opened the dresser drawer and pulled out a couplet of basketball game shorts. She had me step into them. After they were on my eubstance, she opened another drawer to get me a white tee shirt and she had me sit on the edge of the bed for her to put it on me.

She pulled out a tee shirt for herself and put it on. When we both had something on, she took me by the manus and walked me out to the TV room. I remember looking at the clock on my toilet table. It read at 8:30 pm. It had been almost 9 minute since I had something to eat and about 7 60 minutes since Jill died.

Did she die because of me ?

What could I have done to change what happened to her ?

What am I going to do without her ?

As these questions were swirling around in my brain, Melanie came to me and put her arms around me. She just held me without saying a give-and-take. 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 most of our group was sitting. When we reached the TV room, Paula and Amy got up off the couch and put their arm around me telling me how sorry they were for the loss of Jill and the baby.

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

Jennifer pushed me down onto the couch. The ladies rotated sitting next to me and hugging me. All of them told me how sorry they were for losing Jill and the infant. Every time somebody said something that the last look of Jill covered by that bloodless sheet kept burning a yap in my brain.

I was torn between being miserable and angry. My wit was stuck between both emotions.

When Sharon came over to me and sat down, she gently told me that she called the display panel of managing director in NY and let them know that Jill was murdered today. They told her to let them know when her funeral will be.

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

The two chefs had a bare cream of mushroom soup made for everyone to eat for dinner party. Amy got Jacques Louis David a bowl of soup, which he really didn't seem interest in eating. Both chefs understood but offered to spend a penny anything that he might want, which was nothing.

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

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

"Hey Dad,"Michael said.

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

One of the chefs offered Michael some soup, which he gladly accepted. He got up from the loveseat and walked over to the dining room mesa where he sat and enjoyed the soup.

Michael really didn't say much as he had been warned by Sharon.

When it got close to 11 pm, Dakota came over to David and took him by the hand and led him to bed. All of the ladies, both chefs, Fred, Melanie, Gospel According to John and Diane, and even Michael wished him a good nighttime's rest, even though everyone knew that having a good nighttime's rest was virtually impossible.

Dakota took his helping hand and led him to the bedchamber. 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 hand and waiting for him to make the first off movement into his bedroom. a lot to Dakota's surprise, Saint David turned and took a few gradation down the hallway to Dakota's door.

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

"Jacques Louis David, is everything OK ?"Dakota asked.

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

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

Once he got comfy 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 common situation, her back facing him and her cute little ass wiggled up against him. He put one arm around her and pulled her in tightly. It didn't charter very long before she heard gently snoring out of David, which made her grin that he was getting some peaceful sleep.

CHAPTER 3

When Dakota woke up in the morning time, she didn't smell David behind her. She sat up in bed and looked around but didn't see David anywhere. She got up and went into the can to check for Saint David. She didn't see him in her bathroom. She quickly jumped into the shower and took a quick shower, maybe 3 hour long. When she was through, she dried off and got dressed.

She walked out of her chamber and over to David's bedroom. She gently opened the doorway to see David sitting quietly on Jill's side of their bed. She walked quietly over to David. She sat on the bed next to him, gently rubbing his back.

"Is there anything I can do for you ?"Dakota quietly asked.

"No, darling. I just don't know what I'm supposed to be doing,"he responded.

"You're supposed to be doing whatever you feel comfortable. Everyone is here to help you,"Dakota said to him in a restrained low tone, almost a whisper.

Dakota stood up and took St. David by the hand and lead him out of the bedchamber. Once they were in the hallway, she led him toward the dining way. Bobby asked what he would care for breakfast. Dakota ordered scrambled eggs for David and herself. Bobby asked if they would like some toast to go along with the egg, 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 coffee berry so there would be no rioting over Columbia's best effectual export.

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

Dakota sat next to David carefully quietly watching as David pushed his egg around on his plateful.

"Hun, you have to eat something. I know you really aren't hungry, but it is important. Don't make me crimp your nose closed and when your sass pops open Sharon will gravel a fork full of eggs in your mouth,"Dakota says to David smiling the altogether time.

That got David to eat a forkful of eggs, reluctantly of course of instruction. Bobby brought over a glass of ananas juice and put it on the table in front of David. Out of habit, David took a big sip of the juice.

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

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

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

As Jacques Louis David looked around at all the gentlewoman, for the first base time he really noticed how practically Dakota and Diane were showing their pregnancies. can was extremely attentive to his wife.

St. David felt a great deal like hound, thinking more of himself than the adult female who loved him. He also thought about the tumultuous times he and his son have had.

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

"Hey Saint David,"St. John said.

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

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

"Um, at the mo, I don't think so,"David said.

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

John finished his scrambled ballock and threw his newspaper publisher plate in the food waste when it was empty. He took Diane's collection plate as well since she finished first. He did pelt Diane a new cup of coffee berry even though Dr. Ronda had warned against too much caffeine.

Dr. Ronda, Jacques Louis David thought. 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 infirmary rounds this morning, probably before lunchtime. That made David smile a bit. Thankfully Dakota, as usual, was taking care of so lots for David.

Amy handled the innumerous number of phone calls from news media, people in the company, and other universal champion who just wanted to send their condolences. Amy got a notepad out and began writing the names, earpiece numbers, and rationality for the calls. She was allowing NO ONE to speak to David directly.

She did involve a call option from limited Agent Fernandez letting David know that metropolis Police will be conducting the autopsy on Jill and the baby, but the FBI will oversee the results to ensure the procedure is done right. Mariana, his married woman, and Saint David's employee really didn't know if she was supposed to keep going to the Hawk or not. Amy told her to find unfreeze to occur to the Chateau and that there would be little to no office duties for the next week.

Jennifer, Sharon, and Paula all made outgoing shout to get small things off of Dakota's plate in trying to handle Saint David. Paula had a limo sent to the house and picked up the limo that was in the garage.

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

Sharon was calling all of the Hawk staff and telling them that the billet would be closed for a few days and that everyone would be getting the clock time off with pay. All of the faculty sent their best wishes to St. David through Sharon.

Everyone, including the pornography twins, really had no idea how to treat St. David. The last time anyone saw David this way was when Jill was in the infirmary. However, now she is gone, and Saint David's heart is broken. The only thing that is keeping him even remotely sane is Dakota.

As Jacques Louis David sat in the TV room, he couldn't even watch TV as the news about Jill's murder was the conduce history on all the news channels.

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

As the dawn became later, Dr. Ronda showed up at the Chateau. Amy poked the necessary clit to allow Ronda inside the outer gate and then inside the inner gate. She parked her car inside one of the garages and went inside the planetary house. She was met by Donna and walked to David.

Next to David, was Dakota. She was like the unwavering sentinel observance over David. Still, the phone calls kept coming. Amy had taken so many phone calls that she finally asked for assistance. Diane sat down next to Amy. Jennifer put a headphone in presence of Diane along with a voluted notebook computer and pencil.

Bobby and Sammy asked Dakota what they should be making for Saint David and the family for lunch. Dakota suggested sub sandwiches and maybe some soup. Bobby and Sammy had an thought of what to make. They brought out respective loaves of longsighted Gallic moolah. They pulled out a rotisserie chicken out of the fridge and stripped all the meat off the bird. Sammy began to make the fundamentals for the crybaby noodle soup. Bobby began cutting the cabbage into several sub sandwiches. He got out the sliced substance of salami, turkey, and ham. He put mustard and mayonnaise on each half of the bread along with sliced tomatoes and clams. They did slit up some angelic onions for those who might want onions on their sandwich.

CHAPTER 4

Dr. Ronda started listening to David's bosom and breathing with her stethoscope. She pulled out her blood pressure turnup and checked him. She had a few questions for David, which he didn't reply. Instead, Dakota answered the interrogative for David. Although Dr. Ronda would get rather had David resolve them.

As the day wore on, David's mood really didn't change. Dr. Ronda left the Chateau for a spell only to come back about dinner time. St. David did manage a smiling when he saw Ronda takings.

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

Bobby and Sammy decided to falsify some steaks for dinner party along with baked murphy and a decent big salad with homemade ranch salad dressing and an Italian grooming uncommitted. In addition, they also had steamed broccoli with a squeeze of fresh lemon.

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

As dinner approached, Fred announced that there would be two seance at the shooting range later this hebdomad. Dakota readily agreed and offered to manoeuvre David and control that he did OK.

About mid-afternoon, David got up and turned off the TV. He was tired of hearing about Jill's execution as it dominated the airwaves and all the news outlets. Everyone heard the news program eggbeater fly operating expense to get pictures of the house and the courtyard.

Donna instead turned on their DVD instrumentalist and put the movie ‘ Secondhand lion'in to try and alleviate the depressing mood in the sign of the zodiac. Many of the women smiled when they saw the movie that was put into the thespian. Since David was still sitting in his chair at the dining room board, Donna held him by the ears from behind and kissed him on the top of the top dog, making trusted to muss his hair trying to be funny. This did cause him to smile a bit.

About 4:30 pm, St. David got up and took a smear on the couch in the TV room. He sat there for about 15 moment before he got up and headed up to the office to check his emails. When he logged on, he saw that he had about 850 emails. He was afraid to spread Jill's computer, fearing that it would be too aroused for him. As he sat in front of his estimator, he began to recollect about who would replace Jill as the theatre director of Financial affairs.

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

David began sorting through the emails. The starting time one that caught his eye was one from the recording studio. They were having outlet and didn't know who to become to for answers. David suggested in a return email that they go to Mike Booker.

David also sent an electronic mail to Dave Bourgogne a headhunter that he has used before. He made a long list of requirement for a new Director of Financial intimacy. Hopefully, Mr. Burgundy will have a brace of characterise people to post to him.

From there he eliminated all the duplicate emails and began to read and erase the read-only emails. 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 emails and read many more than,"David replied.

"Are you thirsty ? The chefs have dinner cook,"she told David.

In David's judgement, dinner party sounded good, so he headed over to the dining room tabular array. He sat in his usual chair and Dakota sat on his right. All the firm appendage came to the mesa and chose a death chair, however, no one sat in the electric chair that Jill usually sat in on the forget English of Jacques Louis David. He just stared at the chair, almost as if she was coming to postulate her seat at the table.

Each of the appendage of the house, got up one by one to go into the kitchen and get a home plate full moon of intellectual nourishment from Bobby and Sammy. However, without Jacques Louis David even getting up from the table, Dakota brought him dinner.

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

"Hey honcho, I have an idea for you to remember about,"John said.

"What is it ?"David replied.

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

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

"Put about 10 million into a undertaking that would give the money away to certain case of the great unwashed, such as single parents who are struggling to cook final stage fit and do it all in Jill's epithet,"John suggested.

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

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

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

"I was thinking about 100 million."

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

"well, my first instinct is to ask Melanie. I know that she is looking for something to do and this would most potential make her tactile property fulfilled."

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

"Allison and Belinda. They both want out of the commercial enterprise and this projection would feed them caliber employment."

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

"That's not a bad idea. This way both Belinda and Allison could still go to college and I would feel skillful that someone, such as Melanie was really running the project."

"OK, then tomorrow you will get off your ass and go to the Hawk. We will call the lawyer 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 company that has refused to cover the fire. They sent us a 31-page letter explaining their position ( the policy company's position ). Our lawyer's locating is that they agreed to cover the building without an inspection and thus they should be paying for the harm. The letter also said that when the fire department completes its investigation, they will send off us a report and we will pursue the proper indemnity caller to repay us.

"Jennifer, will you please send 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 early end of the tabular array. She whispered into the ears of the three which caused each of them to get up and come up to my end of the table.

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

"noblewoman, I have a proposal for the three of you,"I said to them.

"OK, what is it, St. David ?"Melanie replied.

"I want to run with a task that John suggested. He thought that we could start a political platform for struggling bingle parents. It would be Jill's bequest,"I replied.

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

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

Melanie smiles indicating that she likes the idea. Belinda and Allison were interested but not quite as happy about the task 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 course of instruction, you would be getting paid. I don't remember what you're qualification now, but how about I double your pay to take on this task ? Also, maybe about 30 hours a week. Of course, there will be special week where you may let to act a bit more, but that shouldn't be Sir Thomas More than a span of weeks a yr,"I tell Belinda which caused her to smile her beautiful smile.

The three peeress looked at each other and all shook their heading in arrangement that they would accept the bid billet. Each Lady got up and walked over to John and all three of them kissed him and thanked him for his idea.

As the evening went on, Sammy brought out three cake for everyone to savor : coffee fudge, lemon crème, and carrot cake. All the madam giggled with excitement seeing the patty. lavatory, of course, got a slice for Diane then three slices for himself.

I KNOW THAT THIS CHAPTER IS SHORT, AND FOR THAT I APOLOGIZE. HOWEVER, IF YOU ENJOYED THE CHAPTER PLEASE LEAVE ME A SHORT NOTE. I PUT IN A BIG SURPRISE IN THIS CHAPTER AND I HOPE IT DOESN'T FREAK TOO MANY OF MY FANS OUT………. PABLO DIABLO .