The Chauffeur ( # 61 ) A Shooting

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

It had been several weeks since we have heard of the Russian guys as well as Horowitz and his band of criminal. However, Dakota kept a log in her journal of any consequence, even if they were not confirmed. She still didn't faith that the Russians had been foiled and she certainly didn't think that Vladimir Horowitz group was out of business.

As the morning rolled in, so did a thunderstorm. Not a lot of wind, but plenty of rainwater, lightning, and thunder. I really didn't even want to leave the Chateau but work at the Hawk called.

I got into the limo that Fred was driving. Sharon, Dakota, Jill, Donna all came with me. lav chose to aim his truck so he and Diane went to the hawk in his truck. The weather really was shitty. On the way to the hawk, we came across lots of fortuity, almost as if people forgot how to drive in crappy weather.

What usually was about a 20-minute private road became an hour 's cause to get to the war hawk. Fred pulled the limo into the parking garage, so no one got wet going from the limo to the lift. I told Fred to return about noon to hire us to luncheon. I had that Italian office that Fred introduced us to in my head for lunch as they always have great food, and everyone seems relaxed and happy to eat there.

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

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

I got on the phones and made earpiece calls to the diverse federal agency we had following up on matter that I had asked to be corrected earlier.

One thing that I did bill was we came to the office with only two SS agents. When I opened my estimator, I saw an email from one of the agents telling me that some of them were going to spend most of the day reassessing the security 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 work through the crappy weather.

As I made my way through the morning telephone set calls, the storm outside seems to escalate. Flashes of lightning and crash of thunder were invariable. At one percentage point, the lightness flickered in the 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 bide off them. Most of the office staff were able to go to making sound cry and quell off their computer. A duet of staff members needed to continue making telephone calls.

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

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

John, of track, came over to my office to manoeuvre out that it was 11:30 am and sentence to exit for lunch. It really wasn't a surprisal that John was set up to leave to go eat. He collected his wife, Diane, and they headed down the lift to go over to the parking garage. The rest of us collected at the lift and rally down together. It was nice seeing all the ladies in their cute raincoat and umbrellas.

When we got to the 2nd trading floor, the lift opened, and everyone spilled out to manoeuvre across to the parking garage via the crossover.

Fred, of course, was waiting at the limousine with the hind threshold unresolved for us.

All the Lady got into the limousine followed by me. Fred closed the threshold and headed around to the driver's hindquarters to admit us to lunch. Fred had to sit and await at the going 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 large truck came flying by and hit a puddle that splashed the whole front of the limousine. Fred had to put the wiper on high speed to pass the window as quickly as possible.

Everyone seemed happy to be heading to the Italian restaurant for luncheon. When we arrived all the ladies got out and quickly headed inside the restaurant. When the owner saw us come, he greeted us warmly and brought out a couple of baskets of toasted 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 swallow orders. Fred looked much like a drowning pup. He just sat in his chairwoman and asked if they had a cloth, he could adopt to dry his hair. One of the busboys brought over a heavy cloth. Fred thanked him and began to use the cloth much like a towel.

Today just felt like a pizza day to my lunch fellow. We ordered three extra-large pizza. One was plain cheese, one was all heart and soul, and the third base was chicken, mushroom, and odorous onions. Everyone was delighted with the pizzas ordered. Since it was a wet rainy day, we decided to pass on the usual bottle of chianti. Instead, everyone had a gracious hot cup of coffee.

I noticed that John the Evangelist and Diane were being all Lovey-Dovie which was nice to see. As the pizza pie were delivered, everyone dug into the ***********ion. I had asked the two SS broker to conjoin us, which they did.

As we were eating, a couple of magnanimous round men came into the eatery and sat at a board. One of the SS agent 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 repast, Fred got up and headed outside to get the car. It did appear as if the two-round guys were keeping an eye on us. We all got up and started toward the eating house threshold. 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 front door. Just as we were leaving the restaurant, a lightning bolt hit nearby, and the crack of thunder was immediate. There was a instant pass just a minute after the get-go crack.

Suddenly, I felt something whiz by my forget ear. One of the SS agent yelled for everyone to hit the primer. All the ladies dropped to the wet sidewalk as more affair whizzed by us. Both SS broker withdrew their weapons and discharged them down the sidewalk towards 4 large round men who were outside waiting for us.

Fred, who was standing in the rainfall, also withdrew his weapon and fired at the large men about 50 feet away from us on the sidewalk. King 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 agents 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 broker dialed up 911 requesting paramedics and constabulary. The proprietor of the eatery came outside with a smattering of towels to serve break the bleeding. Diane and the other SS broker took the towels and put them on the two tumid holes 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 time of day or more. The two male paramedical asked Diane and the SS agentive role to motivate aside so they could work on Jill and her baby. 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 paw while the paramedical worked.

It took every bit of dominance not to fall to my knees right future to Jill. The paramedic shocked Jill three separate times before she took an inhale breath, but it was very shallow. Once she began breathing, they put an O2 hosepipe under her scent to give her continual atomic number 8.

While they were waiting for an ambulance, they were working on the two bullet train hole that had an Brobdingnagian amount of origin flowing out of her soundbox. I didn't see it happen, but John moved over next to me and put his hand on my shoulder joint. At that consequence I saw that the sidewalk was covered in descent and that it was dripping off the sidewalk into the parking lot.

Once again, they grabbed the inwardness boat paddle and shocked her. Without saying a word, my optic teared up and bust began rolling down my face. As I was standing there, Dakota squeezed my paw tighter and put her mind 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 paramedic were still frantically working on Jill. The ambulance attendant unloaded a rolling stretcher and brought it over next to her physical structure. The paramedics stopped working on Jill for a moment to laden her onto the rolling stretcher. Once she was loaded, the ambulance attendant lifted her up and rolled her into the book binding of the ambulance.

One of the paramedic got into the ambulance with the other ambulance attendant. They both continued to shape on Jill frantically. The attendant that didn't mounting into the back shut the back doors and ran around to get into the driver's buns. 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 limo putting me in the back. Everyone else got in after me. John the Evangelist and Diane went to his motortruck which was only a few pes away. Fred closed the back doorway and headed towards the infirmary with all of us.

I don't really know how long the effort from the restaurant was to the infirmary. When we arrived, Fred pulled the limo next to the ER entry doorway. All the peeress 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 safety device where Jill was located but I didn't hear the answer. Dakota never let go of my hand and walked me towards the exam elbow room that the guard told her.

When we got there, it was the Saami exam room 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 nursemaid pulling a egg white canvas over Jill's drumhead. At that very import, my knees buckled underneath me, and I fell to the floor. Dakota sat on the storey with me just hugging me.

When Gospel According to 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 the Divine's ear to find out what happened as she would go tell the others that were in the ER waiting area.

As John walked around me, he saw the bloodless sheet of paper over Jill's case. He knew that zip good has happened. Diane realized what has happened and went running out to the ER wait room. She frantically told everyone that Jill and the baby are dead.

Just as she finished telling the mathematical group, various urban center police officer entered the ER. Diane overheard them ask where the group for Jill Greene would be. Diane went over to the police officer and introduced herself. She took two of the Policemen to the grouping that was waiting in the ER waiting area. After that, she took the remaining two policemen down the hallway to the exam elbow room where Jill's soundbox was still laying with a sheet of paper over her face.

I saw Diane leading the officers down the hallway towards me and Dakota. She helped me up off the floor, however, my knees were still very weak, so she leaned me against the wall to help me stick standing.

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

I just stand there numb.

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

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

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

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

"Why would you want to have intercourse officer,"Dakota asked.

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

"Well, 4 large men were at the end of the sidewalk. When there was a large crack of thunder then a second crack which we thought was roar as well, but it was their initiatory blastoff at us. The bullet went whizzing by us. Both of our secret avail protection guys withdrew their artillery and returned fire,"she told the officer.

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

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

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

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

"Mr. Greene, I am sorry for your loss,"Sargent John 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 rap and began to walk me somewhere. Dakota took my hand 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 couplet of the ladies crying at the expiration of Jill. I just couldn't bring myself to let any emotion show.

Fred must take seen us as the limo pulled up to the ER doors and our group all walked out to the vehicle. Fred opened the back door and King John and Dakota pushed me into the car. John 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 limousine into one of the garages. We all got out and headed into the theatre. Dakota kept with me, holding onto me making for certain that I kept moving.

As we made our way into the planetary house, 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 bedroom, which now looked so vacant without Jill.

Dakota took me to the bathroom. She gently began to undress me down. Once I was naked, she pushed me into the shower stall. In just a mates of moments, she joined me. She turned on the pee hot to solace and slacken my muscles. She asked me to bend my head down so she could shampoo my fuzz. 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 water system off and stepped out of the cascade to grab a couple of unobjectionable dry towels. At showtime, she used one to dry me off. When I was dry, she used the former one to dry herself off. When we were both dry, she walked us out of the privy to my bedroom. She opened the bureau drawer and pulled out a duet of basketball shorts. She had me mistreat into them. After they were on my soundbox, she opened another draftsman to get me a Stanford 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 paw and walked me out to the TV room. I remember looking at the clock on my dresser. It read at 8:30 pm. It had been almost 9 hours 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 modify what happened to her ?

What am I going to do without her ?

As these inquiry were swirling around in my top dog, 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 way where nigh of our group was sitting. When we reached the TV room, Paula and Amy got up off the couch and put their arms around me telling me how sad they were for the loss of Jill and the baby.

"party boss, is there anything I can get you ?"John the Evangelist asked me but I was at a exit for answering him.

Jennifer pushed me down onto the couch. The ladies rotated sitting following to me and hugging me. All of them told me how good-for-nothing they were for losing Jill and the baby. Every clip somebody said something that the stopping point look of Jill covered by that white sheet kept burning a hole in my brain.

I was torn between being hapless and tempestuous. My nous was stuck between both emotions.

When Sharon came over to me and sat down, she gently told me that she called the control board of director in NY and let them know that Jill was murdered today. They told her to let them have it off 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 babe. She went on to say that she cajoled her hubby into keeping an eye on the probe by metropolis Police.

The two chefs had a wide-eyed ointment of mushroom soup made for everyone to eat for dinner. Amy got David a bowl of soup, which he really didn't seem concern in eating. Both chefs understood but offered to make anything that he might want, which was nothing.

As David sat on the couch, his son showed up at the logic gate asking to see his Father-God. Amy pushed to proper buttons to let him drive into the courtyard. Sharon was waiting for him at the strawman door. 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 nates on the loveseat.

"Hey Dad,"Michael said.

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 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 ripe night's sleep, even though everyone knew that having a good night's nap was virtually impossible.

Dakota took his script and led him to the bedroom. When David reached the door to the sleeping room, 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 helping hand and waiting for him to build the world-class movement into his bedroom. a good deal to Dakota's surprisal, David turned and took a few steps down the hallway to Dakota's room access.

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

"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 David down and turned the comforter back as Saint David gently got into her bed. She was quite surprised as he had never slept one hour in her bed, but she had spent many nights in his bed.

Once he got easy in her bed, it took about 5 minute of arc for him to fall asleep, which truly surprised her. She stripped down and got into the bed with him. She took her usual spot, 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 take very long before she heard gently snoring out of Jacques Louis David, which made her grin that he was getting some peaceable 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 check for David. She didn't see him in her bathroom. She quickly jumped into the shower and took a warm shower, maybe 3 min 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 door to see Jacques Louis David sitting quietly on Jill's side of their bed. She walked quietly over to Saint 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 well-situated. Everyone is here to serve you,"Dakota said to him in a quiet low tone, almost a whisper.

Dakota stood up and took St. David by the paw and confidential information him out of the bedchamber. Once they were in the hallway, she led him toward the dining room. 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 ballock, Dakota readily agreed.

As the eggs were cooking, several of the ma'am made their way to the kitchen looking for burnt umber. Dakota filled her cup and put on another pot of coffee so there would be no rioting over Columbia's best legal export.

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

Dakota sat next to Jacques Louis David carefully quietly watching as Saint David pushed his eggs around on his plate.

"Hun, you have to eat something. I know you really aren't hungry, but it is important. Don't make me pinch your nose closed and when your mouth pops open Sharon will baffle a ramification full of ballock in your mouth,"Dakota says to Jacques Louis David smiling the whole time.

That got David to eat a forkful of nut, reluctantly of trend. Bobby brought over a drinking glass of pineapple succus 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 clobber ? Do I start removing it from our bedroom or is it too soon ?"David asks Dakota.

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

This shocked the other ladies. They were thinking that it might be too soon to slay her clobber, but then again, maybe St. David didn't want to be staring at affair to prompt him of losing his darling wife.

As St. David looked around at all the ladies, for the first-class honours degree fourth dimension he really noticed how very much Dakota and Diane were showing their pregnancies. John was extremely attentive to his wife.

David felt much like bounder, thinking more of himself than the char who loved him. He also thought about the turbulent fourth dimension he and his son have had.

Just then, David made a promise to himself that he would be a better friend, fan, and father. He decided that citizenry such as Dakota who have spent virtually every waking mo helping him needed to be cherished. He also thought about his protégé, can. He thought about how St. John has grown from a college guy that would be used the work screw much like people use salt to this man that he sees before him now taking care of his wife and trying to find out from St. David everything he can.

"Hey David,"lavatory said.

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

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

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

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

John finished his scrambled ball and threw his paper plate in the refuse when it was empty-bellied. He took Diane's plate as well since she finished first. He did pour Diane a new cup of coffee even though Dr. Ronda had warned against too much caffeine.

Dr. Ronda, Saint David sentiment. Has anyone called her or talked to her about what has happened barely a day ago ?

Dakota whispered to St. 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 common, was taking care of so much for Jacques Louis David.

Amy handled the countless number of phone calls from news culture medium, the great unwashed in the companionship, and other ecumenical acquaintance who just wanted to transport their commiseration. Amy got a notepad out and began writing the names, phone Book of Numbers, and rationality for the calls. She was allowing NO ONE to speak to David directly.

She did get hold of a claim from Special Agent Fernandez letting Jacques Louis David know that City police will be conducting the autopsy on Jill and the infant, but the FBI will oversee the results to see the operation is done right. Mariana, his wife, and St. David's employee really didn't know if she was supposed to keep going to the hawk or not. Amy told her to feel free to come up to the Chateau and that there would be footling to no government agency responsibility for the next week.

Jennifer, Sharon, and Paula all made outgoing calls to get lowly things off of Dakota's shell in trying to handle David. Paula had a limousine sent to the home and picked up the limo that was in the garage.

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

Sharon was calling all of the mortarboard staff and telling them that the berth would be closed for a few days and that everyone would be getting the time off with pay. All of the staff sent their full wish to Jacques Louis David through Sharon.

Everyone, including the porn similitude, really had no idea how to handle Saint David. The last time anyone saw David this way was when Jill was in the hospital. However, now she is gone, and David's spirit is broken. The just thing that is keeping him even remotely sane is Dakota.

As David sat in the TV room, he couldn't even watch TV as the news about Jill's murder was the wind floor 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 morning became later, Dr. Ronda showed up at the Chateau. Amy poked the necessary buttons to reserve Ronda inside the outer logic gate and then inside the inner gate. She parked her car inside one of the service department and went inside the house. She was met by Donna and walked to David.

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

Bobby and Sammy asked Dakota what they should be making for Jacques Louis David and the household for tiffin. Dakota suggested sub sandwiches and maybe some soup. Bobby and Sammy had an idea of what to make. They brought out several loaves of yearn Gallic lolly. They pulled out a rotisserie chicken out of the fridge and stripped all the marrow off the doll. Sammy began to progress to the fundamental principle for the chicken noodle soup. Bobby began cutting the bread into respective sub sandwiches. He got out the shredded heart and soul of salami, turkey, and ham. He put mustard and mayonnaise on each one-half of the bread along with sliced tomatoes and scratch. They did slice up up some sweet-scented onion plant for those who might want onions on their sandwich.

CHAPTER 4

Dr. Ronda started listening to Saint David's heart and soul and breathing with her stethoscope. She pulled out her ancestry insistence cuff and checked him. She had a few questions for Jacques Louis David, which he didn't solvent. Instead, Dakota answered the enquiry for Saint David. Although Dr. Ronda would sustain rather had David suffice them.

As the day wore on, David's humour really didn't change. Dr. Ronda left the Chateau for a while only to refund about dinner party time. David did contend a smile when he saw Ronda takings.

Fred sat next to David for a while. He whispered to Jacques Louis David that he should spend some time at the gun cooking stove to make for off the anger and thus be prepared if they are attacked ever again. David nodded in acceptance.

Bobby and Sammy decided to misrepresent some steaks for dinner along with baked potatoes and a nice big salad with homemade ranch dressing and an Italian dressing available. In add-on, they also had steamed broccoli with a squeeze of fresh lemon.

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

As dinner approached, Fred announced that there would be two academic session at the shooting range later this workweek. Dakota readily agreed and offered to guide Saint David and ensure 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 show helicopters fly overhead to get scene of the house and the courtyard.

Donna instead turned on their DVD participant and put the movie ‘ Secondhand Leo'in to try and alleviate the uncheerful mode in the house. Many of the fair sex smiled when they saw the movie that was put into the actor. Since David was still sitting in his chair at the dining room mesa, Donna held him by the ears from behind and kissed him on the top of the drumhead, making sure to muss his fuzz trying to be funny. This did induce him to smile a bit.

About 4:30 pm, David got up and took a maculation on the sofa in the TV room. He sat there for about 15 arcminute before he got up and headed up to the office to ascertain his e-mail. When he logged on, he saw that he had about 850 emails. He was afraid to unfold Jill's computer, fearing that it would be too emotional for him. As he sat in front of his data processor, he began to guess 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 opinion on finding a new one.

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

St. David also sent an email to Dave Burgundy a headhunter that he has used before. He made a recollective list of requisite for a new Director of Financial personal matters. Hopefully, Mr. Burgundy will make a couple of certified people to ship to him.

From there he eliminated all the extra email and began to say and cancel the read-only e-mail. By supper meter, David was worn out and closed his computer and headed back downstairs. As common, he came across Dakota first.

"Are you doing OK ?"she asked.

"I guess. I answered lots of electronic mail and study many to a greater extent,"Jacques Louis David replied.

"Are you hungry ? The chefs have dinner ready,"she told David.

In Jacques Louis David's idea, dinner sounded good, so he headed over to the dining room table. He sat in his usual president and Dakota sat on his right. All the theater phallus came to the board and chose a hot seat, however, no one sat in the electric chair that Jill usually sat in on the left side of David. He just stared at the chairwoman, almost as if she was coming to take her seat at the table.

Each of the members of the house, got up one by one to go into the kitchen and get a plate full of food from Bobby and Sammy. However, without David even getting up from the table, Dakota brought him dinner.

The whole radical seemed very subdued with Jill gone. As everyone was finishing dinner party, John got up and walked over to David. He pulled a chair up future to David.

"Hey party boss, I have an idea for you to retrieve about,"John said.

"What is it ?"Jacques Louis David replied.

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

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

"Put about 10 million into a project that would present the money away to certain type of people, such as ace parents who are struggling to cause end suffer and do it all in Jill's name,"John suggested.

I looked at Dakota, who was nodding her drumhead in a yes manner, telling me silently that we could wrench 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 call back of the opportunity.

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

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

"fountainhead, how much do you suppose should be put into this project ?"Jennifer asked.

"I was thinking about 100 million."

"WOW, 100 million ? Do you have anyone in brain 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 likely make her feel fulfilled."

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

"Allison and Belinda. They both want out of the occupation and this project would give them calibre employment."

Jennifer says,"What about Melanie overseeing the project with Allison and Belinda doing the grunt oeuvre. Mom has a long story with tumid total of money, and she could run part-time keeping Belinda and Allison in halt and honest."

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

"OK, then tomorrow you will get off your ass and go to the war hawk. We will phone the attorney and ask them about setting this project up. Speaking of the lawyers, we got a letter from them today telling us that we are going to sue the insurance policy fellowship that has refused to treat the ardour. They sent us a 31-page letter explaining their post ( the policy company's position ). Our lawyer's lieu is that they agreed to underwrite the building without an inspection and thus they should be paying for the terms. The letter also said that when the fire department completes its investigation, they will send us a report and we will prosecute the right insurance party to repay us.

"Jennifer, will you please place 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 former end of the table. She whispered into the ears of the three which caused each of them to get up and make out to my end of the table.

When all three came over to me, John got up and drug two other chairs over to me where the ladies 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, David ?"Melanie replied.

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

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

"We form a charitable organization, ditch a bunch of money into the project and let Melanie run the altogether thing with Allison and Belinda being useable managers."

Melanie smiles indicating that she likes the theme. Belinda and Allison were interested but not quite as glad about the task as Melanie.

"Any questions ladies ?"I asked.

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

"Of row,"I replied.

This made Allison smile more.

"Since this is a Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae, how many hours a week would we be working ? And would we be getting paid ?"Belinda asked.

"Of form, you would be getting paid. I don't call up what you're making now, but how about I double your pay to take on this project ? Also, maybe about 30 60 minutes a hebdomad. Of course of instruction, there will be special weeks where you may have to act upon a bit more, but that shouldn't be more than a yoke of weeks a year,"I tell Belinda which caused her to smile her beautiful smile.

The three ma'am looked at each other and all shook their heads in agreement that they would accept the tender billet. Each madam got up and walked over to John and all three of them kissed him and thanked him for his idea.

As the even went on, Sammy brought out three cakes for everyone to love : Chocolate fudge, lemon crème, and carrot cake. All the ladies giggled with excitement seeing the cakes. toilet, of track, got a gash for Diane then three fade for himself.

I KNOW THAT THIS CHAPTER IS shortstop, AND FOR THAT I APOLOGIZE. HOWEVER, IF YOU ENJOYED THE CHAPTER PLEASE leave of absence ME A short billet. I PUT IN A BIG SURPRISE IN THIS CHAPTER AND I HOPE IT DOESN'T FREAK TOO MANY OF MY devotee OUT………. PABLO DIABLO .