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The Chauffeur ( # 58 ) The Fire

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

On Sabbatum I was awoken by my cell phone buzzing. I grudgingly got out of bed and scuffed over to the dresser to stop my earpiece. I saw that the text was from Roger President Andrew Johnson. The textual matter read : Big Fire at an office tower in Wisconsin River. CALL ME ASAP ! Roger.

I called Roger as soon as I read his text substance. The firstly birdsong went straight to voicemail. The second call Roger picked up.

"Hey, Saint David, not a skilful way to take off a morning. 17 level of our tower in Wisconsin are on fire. Since it is a Saturday, evacuating the building wasn't that difficult. However, there was some reason the sprinklers didn't go on, so the fire-eater are attacking this fire head-on. Currently, this is a 6-alarm ardor but will about probably get raised as the fire is not contained yet."Roger tells me.

I expect that you will be getting phone margin call from many of your tenants in the building such as kraft paper Foods, who is the original owner of the building. I would check into 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 River, but I decided against it since we had another bit of clip with particular broker Virginia Wade, plus the SS agent who will follow us on this mission out in the LA desert once again. Fred, John, and I are supposed to run into 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 panties just as Dr. Ronda had requested. I headed into the privy to pick out care of my aurora duties which included a quick shower. As I had my promontory underneath the piss, I felt the insensate air from the shower down 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 rain shower stalling 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 back of the neck. She reached behind her and gave my shaft a couple of jerk which made me smile.

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

After putting the towels into the trammel, we went to my bedroom. She put a fair dry white tee shirt on with no step-in's underneath. I put on my usual, a distich of shorts plus a white tee shirt. Once I was dressed, we left the bedchamber to take her back to her bedroom. I opened the door and she immediately went to her closet and took out a cute outfit to wear. It was a nice yellow print top and a twain of yellowness short pants. She decided to go barefoot for now, but that may shift later.

When she was finished dressing, we went down to the TV elbow room. No one was in the elbow room, so we turned the TV on, and I selected an all-news channel to get the most information about our tower in Wisconsin on flak. Sammy came out to the TV way and asked Allison what she would like for breakfast, she asked for scrambled eggs and backbone. Sammy also asked me what I would wish. I told him one of his great Bacon and cheese omelet with some fried Solanum tuberosum on the incline. He told that my breakfast would take about 20 minutes and that he would put it on the dining room table when it is ready.

I sat down on the lounge watching our column in Wisconsin tan. My really appreciativeness was that it was a weekend day and virtually no one had to be evacuated from the building. I texted Jennifer to turn on the TV when she gets up to see our tower in Wisconsin burning. We needed to draw in the legal contracts as well as the records for the fire suppression company on how Holocene epoch the flack stifling equipment had been checked. I also wanted a list of tenant to be contacted and come up out when the fire department is finished for them to let us know what was able-bodied to be salvaged out of their offices.

I switched back and Forth on the TV from one intelligence channel to another trying to get honorable shots of the building burning. I put a call into the blast department in Madison Wisconsin asking them about my edifice that was on flaming. I got a very squeamish lady who told me that there really was no extra information at this time, and she said that they already had my gens and number to be reached once there is something to tell apart me. I thanked her for her fourth dimension and hung up.

As I sat on the couch with Allison, my phone buzzed once again. It was from Roger again. This time his textual matter read : Husband execution wife in Chicago in one of the Pinetree hotels. topical anesthetic law enforcement will be sending us written matter of all the Police reports.

I just shook my head thinking that he was very prophetic in his world-class text subject matter telling me that it wasn't a good starting line to the day.

I put my arm around Allison and pulled her into me as we watched the news show. Although I prefer FOX news, I did watch over CBS news to try and get a unlike camera angle on the fire. One thing that I noticed was a whole lot of firemen standing around by the flame trucks. I wondered to myself why so many people were just standing around.

After about an time of day of watching the fire on the intelligence, FOX switched away from the ardor and did a piece on the murder in Chicago in a Pinetree. They clearly pointed out that it was a house servant furiousness vitrine as the husband had been arrested multiple times before.

My telephone buzzed once again. This sentence it was Special broker Wade of the DEA. She said"calling off the desert issue as we don't have enough agent to wield this group. Thanks for the offer of help ”.

I kind of emanate knowing that my people won't be put in harm's way. I went over to the SS Agent and show him my earpiece and the text message. He thanked me for the update. I texted St. John the Apostle and Fred that today's time with the DEA is off. A few minutes later Fred texted back that he appreciated the update.

As promised, Sammy delivered Allison her bollock and grits along with a fresh cup of coffee. He also delivered me the omelet that I asked for along with some electrocute murphy. He had also poured me a shabu of juice. He put my plate at the pass of the table and the one for Allison correctly next to me where Dakota normally sits.

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

I flicked on the TV in my chamber. Both Dakota and Jill let out small pant at seeing our tower burning. I suggested to both to pack an all-night bag, just in case we end up staying over.

I ask Allison if she would like to go to Badger State, 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 bide here at the Chateau as I didn't want anyone out roaming around with the Mexican Drug Cartel not playing courteous 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 whoremonger and Jennifer to link me in the jet. It took a mates of minutes, but I finally got two textbook substance. One from Diane telling me that she and john were getting set up and one from Jennifer telling me she would be gear up in to a lesser extent than a half-hour.

I also texted Fred to let him know that the DEA event today had been canceled. In my schoolbook substance, I let him sleep with that we were heading to the jet to spend a penny a trip-up to our tower in Wisconsin.

Diane and john were the initiative to arrive at the dining way table. John asked for his usual kitchen cesspit omelet. Diane wanted scrambled eggs and a cup of coffee. I reached into the fridge and gave her a bottleful of pee as well.

About the time Bobby was finishing John's omelet, Dakota and Jill came out to the dining room leaving their overnight old bag at the strawman doorway. John ate at his pattern upper shoveling the solid food into his mouth as quickly as he possibly could.

Since Dakota and Jill were both going with me, both distaff agents and one male agent accompanied us. They each had an overnight bag gear up and they set them by the front door. A few proceedings later Jennifer joined us. I looked around the room and counted bathroom, Diane, Jennifer, Dakota, Jill, myself and three SS agents. It seemed as if we all were there. However, we only had a town car in the service department, so we had to hold a couple of railcar. Tina offered to drive Diane, trick, and Jennifer. Fred took Jill and her SS Agent in the townsfolk car. That left Dakota and her agent to bait along with me and my factor. Donna volunteered to take Dakota, and me along with our security measure broker to the jet.

When we all arrived at the jet, I gave Fred some data about our issue so we would be better prepared with a full-size limo or two to head up back to the Chateau. Everyone grabbed their nightlong bag and climbed the stairs to recruit 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 post towards the rails. We waited in personal line of credit to get on the rails. There were three jet in front of us, although once the three green took off, we lined up for burlesque as well.

We paused for a moment then we felt the luscious acceleration of the carpenter's 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 Madison, 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 step-in, which made me smile. Dakota sat with her peg on top of my lap. She leaned her pass into me as we leveled out in the air. I gently began to rub Dakota's peg and feet.

On the former incline of me sat Jennifer. John and Diane sat on the love nates with Diane leaning her head word onto John's thorax. Jennifer put her coat of arms around me and put her head on my left-hand shoulder. We ran into some upheaval as we passed over Utah and Colorado, however, once we passed those two DoS the flight smoothed right out. The flight to Wisconsin was right at the three-hour boundary. Dakota pulled her wooden leg and feet off me when the plane began its stemma to land.

Unfortunately, we had to circulate the airport a couple of times before the tower gave us permission to land the jet. Finally, we got the airplane on the background. We taxied the jet to the private plane domain. I saw the two limos that Dakota had ordered up for us to ride in piece in Wisconsin.

Our pilot was able to park the jet amongst early common soldier planes. We got the door assailable and went down to the limos. Jill, Dakota and I along with three SS agents got into one limo with Jennifer, John the Divine, and Diane getting into the former limousine. Both of our drivers knew where we were headed. They shut the back threshold and headed the limos down the road towards the combustion towers. I could see them a couple of miles before we got to the pillar. As we arrived, there were various TV news program bunch filming the fire and taking consultation with people who had goose egg to do with the tower, they just happened to be standing airless, so they were interviewing them.

CHAPTER 2

When we pulled up to the roped-off area by the tower entrance, I put my best face on to talk to the TV reporters about the tower. mountain of enquiry were asked of me. I looked for and finally found the flak boss. I asked him if everyone was OK and that there were no people left in the tower. He told me that they got everyone out and that only property damage, no human wound, which made me experience good.

I did manage to inquire about when the fire probe would begin. The interpreter from the fervidness Department told me that no investigation would set out until after the entire ardor was completely out.

I got a phone call from particular Agent Wade. She told me that she got into a bit of trouble for allowing my mathematical group to assist her DEA factor in taking down the Mexican Drug cartel. I apologized to her for getting her into a bit of hassle, but she told me to not care about it.

We pulled the two limos just a few foot away from the TV news program caravan. I got out with Jennifer and Dakota by my side. We answered as many of the questions as we could, but we did accent that we were thankful that there was no one inside the position townsman and that we will be well-chosen with getting the event of the flaming investigation.

One of the cameramen told us that it will be close-fitting to 12 hours before the fervour is out then they will begin the investigation. I thanked him for the information and asked where a good diner is that's not too far away. He recommended a mom and pop dining compartment that was about 8 blocks removed from the fervour. When we arrived at the diner, both drivers parked the limos at the far corner of the parking lot. We all got out and went inside.

The shoes was virtually empty, but one of our drivers told us all that the food was good, so we took his suggestion and decided to stay. With there being a totality of 9 of us, we pushed two mesa together and sat down. A nice older waitress came over to our table and started taking potable orders. She discussed the exceptional of the day, which was eggplant parmesan with a low side of meat salad and a large slice of garlic bread.

Jill wanted the special, Dakota ordered a grilled cheese sandwich with a bowlful of tomato plant soup. Jennifer ordered tuna salad on salute sourdough sugar. John and Diane both ordered the special as well. I went in a totally different focusing ; I ordered a BLT on clean toast with mayo and two piece of tomato. I ordered a Coca Cola 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 succeeding to us.

So, it ended up being 6 of my playgroup and 3 federal agent. I quietly told the waitress that I was picking up the peak for the protection team that was sitting at a different table. Since the eating place wasn't all that busy, the meals came quickly. One thing 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 club French Christopher Fry or a side salad otherwise you only get the sandwich. The waitress trying to appease all of us brought a big plate of French fries. Dakota, as common, put some of the fries on to a small home and slathered them with ketchup before taking some and stuffing them into my mouth and giggling all about it.

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

The waitress noticed that all the SS agents where carrying firearms. She asked how come they had accelerator pedal. 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.

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 brass, which made both giggles as well as the sleep of the table.

When three very loud teenagers came into the restaurant, I saw that the SS agents got a bit nervous. The teens sat down a few tables away from us. One of the federal agent moved her chair over next to Dakota and Jill. The teens noticed her do that and made a cheap remark about how derisory they thought my protection contingent was. They decided to provoke the agentive role by taunting them verbally. The agents didn't say a password but when one of the stripling got up and walked over to get in their side, the male federal agent stood up and asked the stripling to go back to his mesa. 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 stripling decided to take a swing at the agent, the teen had his face bounced off the table and was handcuffed in seconds. That only escalated the site. The waitress demanded that the agent release the teenager. The adolescent only threatened the agentive role more. Now all three broker were involved, and they asked the teen to go back to their table and just leave us alone. The teens decided that they were right and took a swing at the federal agent. All three agentive role took the teenager down like calves at a rodeo. All three were lying face down on their table with the waitress yelling at the agent that she's about to call the police and that they would find real number trouble as the Sherriff doesn't like strangers who cause trouble. At this spot, Dakota stood up and told the waitress that we can get bad service and rambunctious stripling at any diner in the world and that she should persist out of our business.

I asked for the bill, which the waitress had to add once again. I got up and went to the Cash register to pay the banker's bill, but she was too meddlesome running her lip with the cook. I looked at the sum on the invoice and threw down enough to pay the bill but only left her a 5 % tip since she decided to interpose her nozzle into our business. Dakota took a snapshot of the money next to the visor, so she couldn't anticipate the Sherriff and tell him that we did the old Dine and Dash function. I asked the SS agents to unloosen the teen, 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 eating house with the waitress telling us not to hurry back. Dakota was warm to state 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 towers to see if the fire was under control yet. When we got there, we saw that the tower was still on ardor, but it appeared to be much more under dominance at this breaker point. Most of the new vanguard left with only the one from FOX news remaining.

We all got out of the limousine and stood there watching the firefighter attacking the fervency on various floors.

Dakota, Jill, Jennifer, and I started making tenant phone calls. Everyone was informed about the fire and that the column may not be open for various days. I asked the the great unwashed from Kraft why the sprinklers didn't bitch on ; they had no result for that question.

I dialed up our legal section to throw them pull all the paperwork on the acquisition of that office towboat. They told me that it would consume a duad of days, but they will post me copies for me to look over. Our top sound attorney for property accomplishment told me he would send me his analysis of the paperwork and secern me if it was an ‘ as is'purchase or something else. I thanked him and cling up the phone.

As we stood there making phone calls, the reporter for FOX tidings came over to one of the factor and asked who to speak to about this fire. They politely pointed at me. The reporter, named Ashley Johnson, was gorgeous and polite. When I finished my phone call, I turned off my phone and put it in my pocket. She asked me several questions while I was being videotaped. She thanked me for the individual interview and left with her cameraman. I asked one of the fire 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 following day before they will own the flak completely out and capable to commence their investigation of the flaming. I thanked him for his meter and gathered my masses to head back to the jet.

It took several instant to get to the jet but once we were there, we all walked the steps and got into the jet, happy to be leaving this city. The co-pilot closed the hatch and took us to the runway. The jet once again accelerated down the rails and into the air to guide back house. I knew that the flight would engage another three hours, but I was quick to need a little nap. I stretched out and found Dakota curl up into me as the flight went towards home.

Once again, we experienced some lowly amount of turbulence over Colorado River and Utah, but once we hit California, we were in the sort out and it was suave sailing from that point on to LA.

CHAPTER 3

As the jet went from a level flight of steps to a ancestry preparing to land, Dakota rolled off me and I opened my center. I asked the SS factor if they think anything will come of the teenagers, they didn't believe anything would, but they said that they would check in with local law enforcement just to pull in sure.

It was only a few minutes before the jet made a sharp downturn to Din Land. Apparently, that part of the flight always makes Dakota nervous as she squeezed me tightly just before the bicycle hit the runway. As we taxied around to where our limousine 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 buffer and co-pilot taxied the jet around to the side of the aerodrome that former private green were parked, and our jet was parked right next to them. Once the jet came to a blockage, the copilot extended the steps down and we all began to get off the plane.

Jill, Dakota, and I along with our three SS factor got into the great of the limousine and can, Diane, and Jennifer got into the second limo. Fred started our limousine and the female device driver, whom I didn't know started the early limousine and we all headed to the chateau. The private road didn't select long at all since it was still Saturday.

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

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

"fountainhead, that's great to learn,"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 dependable for her. I mean, she loves all the youth in our house, but it is courteous for her to feature someone closer to her own age to portion life experiences with,"Fred tells me.

"I agree completely,"I tell Fred.

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

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

"David, you know about the house servant violence case in Chicago, don't you ?"Fred asks me.

"Yes, I know. Not really the expectant start to the day. Our tower in Wisconsin on fire and a domestic vehemence murder in Windy City at a Pinetree, kind of like a one-two punch.

My phone buzzed. It was Allison calling me.

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

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

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

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

"What store are you at ?"I ask.

"Macy's. I thought I would search at their sale on some wintertime attire but once I got here, I started feeling poorly,"she says to me.

I direct Fred to guide to Macy's to nibble 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 contain her back to the Chateau and she will run across us there.

Dakota tells Fred what Dr. Ronda said to do and he acknowledged it. It was only a few mo 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 measures broker got out and gathered her up and put her in the limo. Allison crawled over to me and put her point 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 bed,"she says. Now I'm worried about her.

Fred is racing the limo back to the Chateau. I am just stroking Allison's brain hoping that it will soothe her. Fred pushes several yellowish lights before he finally gets us back to the Chateau. He pokes the necessary buttons to open the outer gate then give the intimate gate. I see Dr. Ronda's car already in the courtyard.

Fred pulls the limousine up to the front man door. We all get out. I carry Allison inside the house and lay her down on the couch. Dr. Ronda comes over to her and begins taking life-sustaining planetary house, checking blood pressure, listening to her tenderness and her respiration. She puts on the blood pressure cuff.

I sit there worried with Allison's heading 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 fiddling Allison. Although I'm annoyed with her leaving the Chateau, I'm more interest 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 daytime 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 female agent to protect her. Jill decides to stay at the Chateau.

Fred gets the limousine racing towards City Hospital with Dr. Ronda right behind the limousine. Dr. Ronda pushes several yellow visible light and even and red Inner Light. Getting to City infirmary took about half the prison term it normally does. Fred just pulled the limo right hand in front man of the ER entryway. Dr. Ronda parked her car in the Dr. 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 result so that she would begin to rehydrate.

A nurse came into the exam room to help Dr. Ronda. They asked Allison if she was allergic to anything. Allison told her that she was hypersensitised to morphine and a couple of former drugs. Dr. Ronda ordered a different pain medicament to help Allison. She also ordered a blood draw poker as she suspects that Allison has some sort of infection but needs the lab work to confirm that.

Allison is yawning, and I just stand there caressing her hair which sort of makes her grin. The two agents that came along to guard Dakota and I are standing like guard dogs right outside the exam room doorway.

Dr. Ronda tells us that she will stay 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 piece of work comes back in about an hour.

I see Dakota texting somebody 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 way for Allison. When the transport guy comes to charter her, Dakota and I follow close behind along with our two SS federal agent. We walk through the maze of the hall until they get to room 1708 where they put Allison in the room. It is a individual way, so Allison won't be sharing with individual else. I suspect that is because she has an contagion and the infirmary doesn't want her spreading the infection that she has with some former infirmary patient.

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

Dakota texts Tina the room number that Allison is in so people from the Chateau could some visit with her. Dr. Ronda estimates that Allison will be in City infirmary about a week. I am worried about Allison, but with Dr. Ronda in charge of Allison, my fears are minimal.

The two SS agents once again are standing outside the hospital elbow room much like sentry go dogs, both Dakota and I find that a bit humorous. Allison is good asleep and I'm caressing her fuzz. I'm worrying about Allison, but only to a certain amount of concern. My main worry is wondering how Allison got this infection and is there something that we need to address at the Chateau to keep others from acquiring this infection.

I told Dakota to aid me set up for the HR convening that we will be having on Mon of next hebdomad. I need some plan B hoi polloi just in case some end up getting fired or quit on me.

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

sitting in Allison's room, the TV still showed the fire from Badger State. You could see that the attack was now under command, but not out just yet. I shook my foreland watching the news clip about the tower.

When 8 pm came around, the announcement that visiting hours were now over, and it was time to make your way out of urban center hospital. Visiting hours would begin at 9 am tomorrow morning. Dakota and I got up and went to the charge nurses'desk to make sure they had both my cell phone and Dakota's cell phone issue. I also saw Dr. Ronda coming out of another patient's room. 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 federal agent left City hospital and walked outside the front main entry to find Fred waiting for us. We got into the vertebral column and Fred closed the door. 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 hospital for about a week.

In the back of the limo, I stretched my legs out. Dakota switched seats 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 Daddy, I'm doing just ticket,"She says to me.

I caress her hair's-breadth as I hear her impetus to sleep 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 front line door and parked the limo in the garage. I let the SS federal agent know that I will most likely make another trip to metropolis Hospital to visit Allison tomorrow dayspring. They thank me for giving them a head'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 sweat. Both Dakota and I filled a couple of plateful and carried them over to the dining room board 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 walking through the front elbow room to manoeuver down the hall to Mom's room. I heard the threshold open and then close. I just smile glad that Mom and Fred have been seeing each early for quite a while no. We haven't found a gentleman for Tina's mom just yet, but we will.

CHAPTER 4

When I woke up the future morning, Jill told me that she thought she would continue in bed for a spell. I asked if she thought she should go see Dr. Ronda, but she fussed at me. When I finished my morning obligation in the lavatory, I texted Dr. Ronda that now Jill wasn't feeling good. She texted rightfulness back that she will descend to visit Jill before she heads to metropolis hospital to see Allison.

I turn on the TV and see that the fervidness in our tower still is the lead story on the morning news program. However, it appears as if the fire is almost out. I call the Fire Department in Wisconsin and ask how far along in putting the ardour out they might be. The lady at the fire department tells me that it is about 90 % out and they are checking for any hot smear since there is so much paper, plus they are checking the floors both above and below where the fire took office. I thanked her for her clock time and hung up.

I go out into the dining elbow 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 toilet eating one of his everything but the kitchen sinkhole omelets, 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 stimulate Tina celebrate 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 limousine. John, Dakota, and I along with two SS federal agent get into the limo. As usual, Fred is our 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 independent entryway. The two SS agents that came with us also get out at the figurehead door to the hospital. The five of us weave our way through the tangle of hallway to get to Allison's elbow room identification number 1708. When we arrive, Allison is eating some grits and some scrambled powdered eggs. She has a meth of OJ as well as a bad cup of coffee bean. She puts creamer and loot in the coffee tree to try and help the taste, but they really don't help at all.

I hug Allison to relax her. She tells me that she really doesn't feel all that different than when we brought her to the hospital. I take a spirit at the chart the nanny and doctors have written their line 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 consistency. I see her vitals that they keep talking and they show that Allison's blood pressure is a bit high and that her Andrew Dickson White blood line count is extremely high up. Dr. Ronda ordered some antibiotics along with another bag of fluids to keep 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 take to do a complete scrub from top to fathom to excrete any germs in our household ?

After we visit with Allison for a while, we all head back to the limousine for Fred to subscribe to us back household. Dakota reminds me that I have the HR meeting tomorrow dayspring at 9 am at the convention centerfield. I ask her to grouping every HR person by where they are in the nation and to publish out possible names as replacements in typeface some quit or get let go tomorrow.

After visiting with Allison, we get back into the limo and Fred drives us back family to the Chateau. Because I was intending to wake 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 party meter 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 antibiotics for the ladies, strong enough to set on the virus, but gentle enough to not hurt the babies. She had them sent to Walgreen's. Tina went to nibble them up after two hours.

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

I get up and do my morning duties in the bathroom, including taking a dainty hot exhibitioner. No one joined me in the shower cubicle, which was a nice relief for me.

I put on a nice dress shirt, blackened slacks, and a tie. I brought my suit coat along, but I wasn't indisputable if I felt like wearing it or not. I met Dakota and Tina at the front door along with one female and one male factor to protect us. Fred took us to the convention center where he dropped us off at the main entrance.

I head inside and choose a hind end on the stage. Dakota also took a tail end succeeding to Tina with the two SS agents standing off to one side but keeping close law of proximity to Tina, Dakota, and myself.

As 9 am rolled around, the massive figure of HR mass entered the main doorway of the convention center way. The people at the nominal head desks were directing the HR people to sit together by territorial dominion, which they did. They seemed excited that they were sitting together.

I purposely began the meeting a bit recently so everyone had the chance to find their tail and not miss anything that I wanted to say. The first thing that I talked about was how many new employees were not processed properly into our system. I pointed out that it costs us hundreds of dollar supererogatory 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 step on it paying them with a payroll check and all-night mail it to them. Instead of them getting steer deposit.

I pointed out the districts that were not being successful and having the most special cut checks for new employees. I also pointed out just how many people were still in our system that had already been terminated. well-nigh of the HR people gasped when I told them how many employees this mismanagement of payroll and new employee processing monetary value the company along with how many people, we overpaid by not terminating them as they should bear 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, some wanting a paycheck but to the highest degree of them wanting lead down payment. I pointed out that the prior 12 months we overpaid non-terminated employees almost $ 600,000 in addition, we had to cut nearly $ 300,000 Charles Frederick Worth of overnight paychecks, which also caused a lot of gasps.

I asked for a dedication from each dominion to do a better job in terminating departed employees and processing the paperwork for new employees to put them on the payroll.

most every HR person committed to doing a break job at handling new employees. I started with the top 10 cark dominion in our company. I didn't figure any names, but various multitude who knew that their district was not doing the job properly got up and left their employment headstone on the table. I watched as they walked out the threshold and left. There was a lot of whispering about people quitting, which didn't both me. We had only two districts that the intact district quit and thankfully it was the behind two district 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 number one wood from jimmy John's bringing in box of sandwiches and chips along with cooler of soda and water.

Dakota went to the food and got 5 sandwiches and 5 drinks. She handed the two SS agents their sandwiches first and their potable then sat down with Tina and I to induce dejeuner. Oddly enough, we had a few citizenry who wanted to sit with us to beak our psyche 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 wings to be promoted, plus I wanted to reduce the overall bit of HR the great unwashed in our troupe. They seemed to agree with me on my plan.

After the lunch was over, I called out various people and promoted them to get HR personnel. I still call these people my Plan B hoi polloi. They all are excited that they have been recognized as promotable mass in our society. When I announced people's figure, I got gobs of squealing and clapping. At 4 pm, I ended the HR pattern by thanking everyone for attending. When I left the stagecoach 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 limo. Where Fred was waiting patiently to submit us home.

I asked that we stop and see Allison at City Hospital. Fred made the necessary adjustments and was in presence of the infirmary 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 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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