The Chauffeur ( # 61 ) A Shooting

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

It had been several week since we have heard of the Russian hombre as well as Vladimir Horowitz and his band of criminals. However, Dakota kept a log in her journal of any military issue, even if they were not confirmed. She still didn't combine 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 thunderstorm. Not a lot of wind, but lot of rain, lightning, and thunder. I really didn't even want to leave the Chateau but oeuvre at the Hawk called.

I got into the limo that Fred was driving. Sharon, Dakota, Jill, Donna all came with me. whoremonger chose to drive his truck 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 lots of accidents, almost as if people forgot how to force back in icky weather.

What usually was about a 20-minute crusade became an 60 minutes 's private road to get to the Hawk. Fred pulled the limo into the parking garage, so no one got wet going from the limo to the elevator. I told Fred to return about noonday to claim us to lunch. I had that Italian place that Fred introduced us to in my promontory for lunch as they always have great food, and everyone seems relaxed and well-chosen to eat there.

We took the elevator up to our floor. Jill dialed up Diane to ensure that she and John were getting through the crappy dealings. She said that the going was irksome, but they were only a few engine block away from the parking garage.

Jill and Sharon immediately went to their desks to take on ongoing projection 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 business office tower. This one was to be in Kentucky.

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

One thing that I did observation was we came to the business office with only two SS federal agent. When I opened my computer, I saw an e-mail from one of the agent telling me that some of them were going to spend nearly of the day reassessing the certificate at the Chateau.

As John and Diane got off the elevator, I saw Mariana also get off the elevator with them, which made me feel better that she was able to safely get to process through the stinky weather.

As I made my way through the morning phone calls, the storm outside seems to escalate. jiffy of lightning and clangor of thunder were ceaseless. At one point, the igniter flickered in the war hawk, but they never went out.

I got up from my computer and walked around the authority telling everyone that if they didn't need to be on their laptop to stay off them. almost of the position stave were able-bodied to go to making telephone set phone call and stay off their computers. A pair of staff members needed to remain making earphone outcry.

St. John the Apostle, as usual, was being his goofy ego. He stood at one of the large windows watching the storm. Suddenly, a large lightning bolt hit the building across the street causing John to stick out back as the thunder was almost immediate.

Fred came up to the office and suggested that we leave for the eating house at about 11:30 am due to the storm and pee buildup in the streets. We all agreed and saw that it was currently 11:20 am so we were about 10 minutes away from leaving for lunch. In my head, a big bowl of spaghetti and meatballs sounded good on this wet day.

privy, of course, came over to my office to aim out that it was 11:30 am and time to leave for luncheon. It really wasn't a surprise that John was ready to entrust to go eat. He collected his wife, Diane, and they headed down the elevator to go over to the parking garage. The residual of us collected at the elevator and drive down together. It was prissy seeing all the madam in their cute raincoat and umbrellas.

When we got to the 2nd base, the elevator opened, and everyone spilled out to head across to the parking garage via the crossover.

Fred, of course of action, was waiting at the limo with the binding door open for us.

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

When we finally got to the exit to the street, a large motortruck came flying by and hit a puddle that splashed the totally presence of the limo. Fred had to put the wipers on high speed to take in the windowpane as quickly as possible.

Everyone seemed happy to be heading to the Italian restaurant for lunch. When we arrived all the ma'am got out and quickly headed inside the restaurant. When the owner saw us go far, he greeted us warmly and brought out a couple of baskets of toasted Allium sativum staff of life, which is always a delight.

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

Today just felt like a pizza day to my dejeuner colleagues. We ordered three extra-large pizza. One was plain cheese, one was all pith, and the third was chicken, mushroom-shaped cloud, and angelical Allium cepa. Everyone was delighted with the pizza pie ordered. Since it was a wet rainy day, we decided to pass on the usual bottle of chianti. Instead, everyone had a overnice hot cup of coffee.

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

As we were eating, a couple of large circle men came into the eatery and sat at a table. One of the SS agents 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 look as if the two-round guy wire were keeping an eye on us. We all got up and started toward the eatery door. The peeress 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 front door. Just as we were leaving the restaurant, a lightning dash hit nearby, and the shot of thunder was contiguous. There was a second crack just a moment after the first crack cocaine.

Suddenly, I felt something virtuoso by my left ear. One of the SS agents yelled for everyone to hit the priming coat. All the noblewoman dropped to the wet sidewalk as Thomas More matter whizzed by us. Both SS agents withdrew their weapon system and discharged them down the sidewalk towards 4 large round men who were outside waiting for us.

Fred, who was standing in the rainwater, also withdrew his weapon system and fired at the large men about 50 animal foot 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 agentive role 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 ground. One of the SS agents dialed up 911 requesting paramedics and police. The owner of the restaurant came outside with a handful of towels to help stop the bleeding. Diane and the other SS factor took the towels and put them on the two large jam in her that blood was pouring out of onto the concrete sidewalk.

While it was only a few minutes, it felt as if it was an hour or Thomas More. The two male paramedics asked Diane and the SS broker to move aside so they could operate on Jill and her child. I watched in stunned silence as they shocked her heart to start again. Dakota came over to me and stood next to me. She gently grasped my hand while the paramedic worked.

It took every bit of control not to fall to my knees right following to Jill. The paramedics shocked Jill three separate prison term before she took an breathe in breath, but it was very shallow. Once she began breathing, they put an O2 hose under her intrude to give her continual oxygen.

While they were waiting for an ambulance, they were working on the two bullet muddle that had an Brobdingnagian amount of parentage flowing out of her soundbox. I didn't see it hap, but Saint John moved over future to me and put his handwriting on my shoulder joint. At that minute I saw that the pavement was covered in line of descent and that it was dripping off the sidewalk into the parking lot.

Once again, they grabbed the nub paddle and shocked her. Without saying a Scripture, my eyes teared up and tear began rolling down my face. As I was standing there, Dakota squeezed my script tighter and put her head on my chest. Sharon and Donna were visibly shaken by the shooting. Both were crying, not hysterically but they were full-on sobbing.

When the ambulance arrived, the paramedics were still frantically working on Jill. The ambulance attendees unloaded a rolling stretcher and brought it over adjacent to her body. The paramedic stopped working on Jill for a second to laden her onto the rolling stretcher. Once she was loaded, the ambulance attender lifted her up and rolled her into the back of the ambulance.

One of the paramedics got into the ambulance with the other ambulance attendant. They both continued to work on Jill frantically. The attendant that didn't climb into the backward shut the endorse room access and ran around to get into the driver's bum. They pulled out as the second paramedic 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 back. Everyone else got in after me. John and Diane went to his truck which was only a few feet away. Fred closed the game 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 doorway. All the ladies 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 where Jill was located but I didn't hear the result. Dakota never let go of my hand and walked me towards the exam elbow room that the safeguard told her.

When we got there, it was the Saame examination way where I came to her aid when she was in the accident. Just as Dakota and I arrived, I saw the three MD and two nurse pulling a white sheet over Jill's head. At that very moment, my knees buckled underneath me, and I fell to the floor. Dakota sat on the story with me just hugging me.

When John the Evangelist and Diane came around the corner, they saw me and Dakota on the floor. Diane knew instantly something wrong had happened. She whispered into St. 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 walked around me, he saw the white sheet over Jill's aspect. 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 babe are dead.

Just as she finished telling the mathematical group, various city officer entered the ER. Diane overheard them ask where the radical for Jill Greene would be. Diane went over to the officers and introduced herself. She took two of the police officer to the mathematical group that was waiting in the ER waiting country. After that, she took the remaining two officer down the hallway to the examination room where Jill's torso was still laying with a sail over her face.

I saw Diane leading the military officer down the hallway towards me and Dakota. She helped me up off the floor, however, my knees were still very watery, so she leaned me against the bulwark to help me outride standing.

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

I just stand there numb.

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

"Did you see the shot ?"police officer John Roy Major asked.

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

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

"Why would you want to know officer,"Dakota asked.

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

"Well, 4 heavy men were at the end of the pavement. When there was a large pass of scag then a second base crack which we thought was roaring as well, but it was their first gear pellet at us. The heater went whizzing by us. Both of our orphic armed service security guys withdrew their arm and retort fire,"she told the officer.

"And where was Mr. Greene located ?"Sargent John 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 way. Sargent Major stepped around us to go into the exam room, but he stopped when he saw the organic structure underneath the white sheet.

"Mr. Greene, I am dark for your red,"John Singer Sargent John R. 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 whack and began to take the air me somewhere. Dakota took my hand and walked with Saint John the Apostle and me. They both walked me towards the grouping waiting for me in the ER waiting room. I remember hearing a couplet of the ladies crying at the loss of Jill. I just couldn't bring myself to let any emotion show.

Fred must birth seen us as the limo pulled up to the ER doors and our group all walked out to the vehicle. Fred opened the back doorway and privy and Dakota pushed me into the car. toilet and Diane went to his hand truck while the residual of the ma'am all climbed in behind me.

As common, 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 star sign, everyone that was there said how sorry they were that we lost Jill and the baby. I felt numb from head to toe. Dakota gently guided me into my chamber, which now looked so vacant without Jill.

Dakota took me to the bathroom. She gently began to reave me down. Once I was naked, she pushed me into the shower stall. In just a twain of moments, she joined me. She turned on the water hot to soothe and relax my heftiness. She asked me to twist my fountainhead down so she could shampoo my hairsbreadth. I did everything that she asked of me, but I was still in a huge daze.

When the shower was over, Dakota turned the body of water off and stepped out of the shower to grab a duo of clean dry towels. At first, 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 bedroom. She opened the dresser draftsman and pulled out a pair of basketball game short circuit. She had me pace into them. After they were on my trunk, she opened another drawer to get me a T. H. White tee shirt and she had me sit on the edge of the bed for her to put it on me.

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

Did she die because of me ?

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

What am I going to do without her ?

As these questions were swirling around in my forefront, Melanie came to me and put her arms around me. She just held me without saying a word. I just stood there not really knowing what I was supposed to do.

After what seemed like an eternity, Melanie quit hugging me. Dakota kept walking me towards the TV room where most of our group was sitting. When we reached the TV elbow room, Paula and Amy got up off the lounge and put their munition around me telling me how sorry they were for the red ink of Jill and the baby.

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

Jennifer pushed me down onto the couch. The madam rotated sitting succeeding to me and hugging me. All of them told me how sorry they were for losing Jill and the babe. Every time someone said something that the last spirit of Jill covered by that Patrick Victor Martindale White sheet of paper kept burning a hole in my brain.

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

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

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

The two chefs had a elementary cream of mushroom soup made for everyone to eat for dinner. Amy got David a bowl of soup, which he really didn't seem interested in eating. Both chefs understood but offered to make anything that he might desire, which was nothing.

As David sat on the lounge, his son showed up at the gate asking to see his forefather. Amy pushed to proper buttons to let him drive into the court. Sharon was waiting for him at the front door. She warned him not to upset his Padre 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 seat on the loveseat.

"Hey Dad,"Michael said.

Jacques Louis David did not respond at all. He turned his head, looked at Michael than just went back to staring into space.

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

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

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

Dakota took his hand and led him to the bedroom. When Saint David reached the doorway to the bedchamber, 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 St. David's hand and waiting for him to make the low gear motion into his bedroom. much to Dakota's surprise, David turned and took a few steps down the hallway to Dakota's door.

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

"Saint David, is everything OK ?"Dakota asked.

"It's o.k.. I just can't quietus in my bed tonight with no Jill,"he responded.

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

Once he got comfortable in her bed, it took about 5 transactions for him to fall asleep, which truly surprised her. She stripped down and got into the bed with him. She took her usual blot, her back facing him and her cunning fiddling ass wiggled up against him. He put one arm around her and pulled her in tightly. It didn't take very long before she heard gently snoring out of David, which made her grin that he was getting some peaceful sleep.

CHAPTER 3

When Dakota woke up in the morning, she didn't feel David behind her. She sat up in bed and looked around but didn't see David anywhere. She got up and went into the bathroom to find out for Jacques Louis David. She didn't see him in her lavatory. She quickly jumped into the shower and took a quick shower, maybe 3 minutes long. When she was through, she dried off and got dressed.

She walked out of her sleeping room and over to David's bedroom. She gently opened the door to see David sitting quietly on Jill's side of their bed. She walked quietly over to David. She sat on the bed side by side 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 well-heeled. Everyone is here to assist you,"Dakota said to him in a quiet low tone, almost a whisper.

Dakota stood up and took David by the paw and lead him out of the sleeping room. Once they were in the hallway, she led him toward the dining room. Bobby asked what he would wish for breakfast. Dakota ordered scrambled eggs for Saint David and herself. Bobby asked if they would wish some toast to go along with the eggs, Dakota readily agreed.

As the ball were cooking, several of the gentlewoman made their way to the kitchen looking for burnt umber. Dakota filled her cup and put on another pot of umber so there would be no rioting over capital of South Carolina's best sound export.

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

Dakota sat future to Jacques Louis David carefully quietly watching as David pushed his ball 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 cabbage your nose closed and when your mouth pops unfold Sharon will stick a fork good of eggs in your mouth,"Dakota says to Jacques Louis David smiling the all time.

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

"What do I do about Jill's stuff ? Do I start removing it from our sleeping accommodation or is it too soon ?"Jacques Louis David asks Dakota.

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

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

As St. David looked around at all the gentlewoman, for the world-class clock time he really noticed how much Dakota and Diane were showing their maternity. St. John was extremely attentive to his wife.

David felt much like heel, thinking more of himself than the fair sex who loved him. He also thought about the tumultuous clip he and his son have had.

Just then, Saint David made a promise to himself that he would be a unspoilt friend, buff, and father. He decided that citizenry 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 privy has grown from a college guy that would be used the body of work shtup a good deal like people use Strategic Arms Limitation Talks to this man that he sees before him now taking tending of his married woman and trying to learn from David everything he can.

"Hey St. David,"can said.

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

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

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

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

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

Dr. Ronda, St. 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 hospital rounds this cockcrow, probably before lunchtime. That made David smile a bit. Thankfully Dakota, as common, was taking caution of so much for David.

Amy handled the numberless telephone number of phone song from news mass medium, people in the companionship, and other cosmopolitan friends who just wanted to send their condolences. Amy got a notepad out and began writing the name, phone numbers, and reason for the song. She was allowing NO ONE to speak to David directly.

She did shoot a call from limited agentive role Fernandez letting Saint David know that City police force will be conducting the autopsy on Jill and the child, but the FBI will oversee the results to ensure the process is done right. Mariana, his wife, and David's employee really didn't know if she was supposed to keep going to the mortarboard or not. Amy told her to sense release to total to the Chateau and that there would be little to no billet tariff for the next week.

Jennifer, Sharon, and Paula all made outgoing margin call to get low things off of Dakota's home plate in trying to care David. Paula had a limo sent to the planetary house and picked up the limo that was in the garage.

Jennifer called the people that she was talking with regarding the pending berth tugboat purchases.

Sharon was calling all of the war hawk stave and telling them that the post would be closed for a few days and that everyone would be getting the time off with pay. All of the staff sent their best regard to David through Sharon.

Everyone, including the porn Twin Falls, really had no thought how to treat David. The last clip anyone saw David this way was when Jill was in the infirmary. However, now she is gone, and St. David's heart is broken. The only when affair that is keeping him even remotely sane is Dakota.

As St. David sat in the TV way, he couldn't even watch TV as the news show about Jill's execution was the lead-in story on all the news channels.

Belinda really didn't know what to do. She asked Jennifer what she should be doing to aid, however, Jennifer really didn't have an answer, so Belinda just give ear around doing virtually nothing.

As the sunrise became later, Dr. Ronda showed up at the Chateau. Amy poked the necessity buttons to allow Ronda inside the outer gate and then inside the privileged logic gate. She parked her car inside one of the service department and went inside the sign. She was met by Donna and walked to David.

Next to Jacques Louis David, was Dakota. She was like the firm lookout man watching over David. Still, the headphone 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 sound in front of Diane along with a spiral notebook and pencil.

Bobby and Sammy asked Dakota what they should be making for David and the phratry for lunch. Dakota suggested sub sandwiches and maybe some soup. Bobby and Sammy had an mind of what to make. They brought out respective loaves of long French bread. They pulled out a rotisserie chicken out of the fridge and stripped all the kernel off the chick. Sammy began to work the staple for the chicken bean soup. Bobby began cutting the gelt into respective sub sandwiches. He got out the sliced heart of salami, joker, and ham. He put mustard and mayonnaise on each one-half of the bread along with slice Lycopersicon esculentum and lettuce. They did slice up some Sweet onion for those who might want onion plant on their sandwich.

CHAPTER 4

Dr. Ronda started listening to Saint David's heart and external respiration with her stethoscope. She pulled out her blood line pressure cuff and checked him. She had a few head for David, which he didn't answer. Instead, Dakota answered the inquiry for David. Although Dr. Ronda would experience rather had St. David answer them.

As the day wore on, David's mood really didn't variety. Dr. Ronda left the Chateau for a while only to turn back about dinner clock time. St. David did do a grinning when he saw Ronda replication.

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

Bobby and Sammy decided to cook some steaks for dinner along with baked potatoes and a courteous big salad with homemade cattle farm fecundation and an Italian dressing available. In addition, they also had steamed broccoli with a squeezing of fresh lemon.

One of the distaff SS broker 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 federal agent that it was a surprise ambuscade, 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 sessions at the shooting range later this week. Dakota readily agreed and offered to lead Saint 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 slaying as it dominated the airwaves and all the news program outlets. Everyone heard the news whirlybird fly command processing overhead time to get depiction of the menage and the courtyard.

Donna instead turned on their DVD histrion and put the film ‘ Secondhand Lions'in to try and ease the lower humour in the house. Many of the women smiled when they saw the movie that was put into the player. Since St. David was still sitting in his chairwoman at the dining room tabular array, Donna held him by the ears from behind and kissed him on the top of the head, making sure to muss his fuzz trying to be fishy. This did cause him to smile a bit.

About 4:30 pm, David got up and took a situation on the couch in the TV way. He sat there for about 15 moment before he got up and headed up to the role to check his electronic mail. When he logged on, he saw that he had about 850 e-mail. He was afraid to open Jill's data processor, fearing that it would be too emotional for him. As he sat in nominal head of his computer, he began to reckon about who would replace Jill as the managing director of Financial affairs.

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

David began sorting through the e-mail. The number one one that caught his eye was one from the recording studio apartment. They were having issues and didn't know who to turn to for answers. Jacques Louis David suggested in a rejoinder email that they go to Mike Booker.

David also sent an email to Dave Burgundy a headhunter that he has used before. He made a hanker list of demand for a new Director of Financial social occasion. Hopefully, Mr. burgundy will have a duet of specify masses to transmit to him.

From there he eliminated all the duplication email and began to read and delete the read-only emails. By supper time, David was worn out and closed his calculator and headed back downstairs. As usual, he came across Dakota first.

"Are you doing OK ?"she asked.

"I guess. I answered destiny of emails and read many more,"David replied.

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

In David's intellect, dinner sounded good, so he headed over to the dining room table. He sat in his usual chairwoman and Dakota sat on his right field. All the planetary house member came to the table and chose a chair, however, no one sat in the chair that Jill usually sat in on the allow for position of David. He just stared at the chair, almost as if she was coming to take her hindquarters at the table.

Each of the members of the house, got up one by one to go into the kitchen and get a shell full of food for thought from Bobby and Sammy. However, without St. 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, St. John got up and walked over to David. He pulled a electric chair up following to David.

"Hey chief, I have an theme for you to think about,"John the Evangelist said.

"What is it ?"David replied.

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

"What do you stand for by a bequest for Jill ?"

"Put about 10 million into a project that would reach the money away to sealed types of people, such as 1 parents who are struggling to make end meet and do it all in Jill's name,"John suggested.

I looked at Dakota, who was nodding her head in a yes manner, telling me silently that we could reverse a positive out of such a Brobdingnagian 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.

"St. David, what do you think of the idea ?"Jennifer asked.

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

"Well, how much 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 judgement to run the programme ?"Jennifer asked.

"well, my firstly inherent aptitude is to ask Melanie. I know that she is looking for something to do and this would most likely make her look fulfilled."

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

"Allison and Belinda. They both want out of the business and this project would ease up them lineament employment."

Jennifer says,"What about Melanie overseeing the task with Allison and Belinda doing the grunt work. Mom has a foresighted account with large amounts of money, and she could work half-time keeping Belinda and Allison in check and honest."

"That's not a bad theme. This way both Belinda and Allison could still go to college and I would experience undecomposed 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 promise the lawyers and ask them about setting this project up. Speaking of the attorney, we got a letter from them today telling us that we are going to sue the policy company that has refused to cover the fire. They sent us a 31-page varsity letter explaining their berth ( the insurance party's office ). Our attorney's positioning is that they agreed to cover the edifice without an review and thus they should be paying for the equipment casualty. The letter also said that when the blast department completes its investigation, they will mail us a reputation and we will pursue the right indemnity party to come back 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 other end of the tabular array. She whispered into the ears of the three which caused each of them to get up and come to my end of the table.

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

"Lady, I have a proposition for the three of you,"I said to them.

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

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

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

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

Melanie smiles indicating that she likes the thought. Belinda and Allison were interested but not quite as happy about the project as Melanie.

"Any inquiry peeress ?"I asked.

"Um, will we still be able-bodied to go to college ?"Allison asked.

"Of course,"I replied.

This made Allison smile more.

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

"Of course of action, you would be getting paid. I don't remember what you're making now, but how about I double your pay to have on this project ? Also, maybe about 30 hours a week. Of course of instruction, there will be special calendar week where you may have to work a bit more, but that shouldn't be more than a couple of hebdomad a year,"I tell Belinda which caused her to smile her beautiful smile.

The three gentlewoman looked at each other and all shook their heads in agreement that they would bear the offered posture. Each noblewoman got up and walked over to St. 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 enjoy : deep brown fudge, lemon crème, and Carrot cake. All the lady giggled with upheaval seeing the cakes. St. John the Apostle, of course, got a piece for Diane then three cut 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 junkie TOO MANY OF MY fan OUT………. PABLO DIABLO .