The Chauffeur ( # 61 ) A Shooting

By PABLO DIABLO

right of first publication 2019

CHAPTER 1

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

As the dawning rolled in, so did a thunderstorm. Not a lot of air current, but plenty of rain, lightning, and thunder. I really didn't even want to result the Chateau but workplace at the mortarboard called.

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

What usually was about a 20-minute drive became an hour 's driveway to get to the mortarboard. 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 learn us to lunch. I had that Italian space that Fred introduced us to in my headland for lunch as they always have dandy food for thought, and everyone seems relaxed and felicitous to eat there.

We took the elevator up to our floor. Jill dialed up Diane to ensure that she and Saint John the Apostle 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 projects and hopefully complete them up today. Donna went to her desk and began making earpiece telephone call as she was again working on the purchase of a new position tower. This one was to be in Kentucky.

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

One affair that I did notice was we came to the office with only two SS agents. When I opened my computer, I saw an email from one of the agentive role 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 lift, I saw Mariana also get off the elevator with them, which made me experience better that she was able to safely get to function through the rotten weather.

As I made my way through the morning speech sound calls, the storm outside seems to intensify. Flashes of lightning and crashes of scag were perpetual. At one point, the illumination flickered in the Hawk, but they never went out.

I got up from my computer and walked around the office telling everyone that if they didn't need to be on their laptop to stay off them. almost of the office staff were able to go to making sound calls and stay off their computers. A span of staff members needed to continue making phone telephone call.

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

Fred came up to the office and suggested that we leave for the eating place at about 11:30 am due to the tempest and water system buildup in the streets. We all agreed and saw that it was currently 11:20 am so we were about 10 bit away from leaving for tiffin. In my head, a big sports stadium of spaghetti and meatballs sounded good on this wet day.

John, of course, came over to my office to head out that it was 11:30 am and time to go forth for lunch. It really wasn't a surprise that can was make to exit to go eat. He collected his wife, Diane, and they headed down the elevator to go over to the parking garage. The rest of us collected at the lift and sit down together. It was skillful seeing all the gentlewoman in their cute waterproof 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 study, was waiting at the limousine with the back door outdoors for us.

All the ladies got into the limo followed by me. Fred closed the door and headed around to the number one wood's butt to take us to lunch. Fred had to sit and wait at the exit on the beginning flooring as there were three or four car ahead of us.

When we finally got to the going to the street, a large truck came flying by and hit a puddle that splashed the altogether front of the limo. Fred had to put the windshield wiper on high up fastness to clear the window as quickly as possible.

Everyone seemed happy to be heading to the Italian restaurant for luncheon. When we arrived all the peeress got out and quickly headed inside the restaurant. When the owner saw us arrive, he greeted us warmly and brought out a couple of baskets of wassail garlic clams, which is always a delight.

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

Today just felt like a pizza pie day to my tiffin colleagues. We ordered three extra-large pizzas. One was knit cheese, one was all meat, and the third was chicken, mushroom, and sweet onions. Everyone was delighted with the pizza ordered. Since it was a wet rainy day, we decided to buy the farm on the usual bottleful of chianti. Instead, everyone had a dainty hot cup of umber.

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

As we were eating, a couple of bombastic round men came into the eating place 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 guys were keeping an eye on us. We all got up and started toward the restaurant door. The dame stopped and put on their raincoat and made sure that they each had their umbrellas.

Fred pulled the limo up to the sidewalk by the front room access. Just as we were leaving the restaurant, a lightning dash hit nearby, and the cranny of roar was immediate. There was a second crack just a moment after the showtime crack.

Suddenly, I felt something whiz by my left ear. One of the SS agents yelled for everyone to hit the terra firma. All the ladies dropped to the wet sidewalk as Thomas More thing whizzed by us. Both SS agents withdrew their weapons and discharged them down the sidewalk towards 4 large round men who were remote waiting for us.

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

When the SS agent gave us the all-clear, we stood up. Everyone was standing when I heard Sharon asking Jill,"Jill…. Jill……are you alright ?"

Jill was still laying on the basis. One of the SS agents dialed up 911 requesting paramedics and constabulary. The owner of the restaurant came outside with a handful of towels to help stop the bleeding. Diane and the other SS agent took the towels and put them on the two orotund jam in her that blood line was pouring out of onto the concrete sidewalk.

While it was only a few mo, it felt as if it was an hr or more. The two male person paramedical asked Diane and the SS agent to move aside so they could work on Jill and her baby. I watched in knocked out quiet as they shocked her nub to get down again. Dakota came over to me and stood succeeding to me. She gently grasped my hand while the paramedics worked.

It took every bit of control not to accrue to my human knee right next to Jill. The paramedics shocked Jill three separate times before she took an breathe in breathing place, but it was very shallow. Once she began breathing, they put an O2 hose under her horn in to give her continual oxygen.

While they were waiting for an ambulance, they were working on the two hummer holes that had an immense measure of blood flowing out of her body. I didn't see it bechance, but John moved over next to me and put his paw on my shoulder. At that import I saw that the sidewalk was covered in blood and that it was dripping off the sidewalk into the parking lot.

Once again, they grabbed the heart paddles and shocked her. Without saying a word, my eyes teared up and crying began rolling down my human face. As I was standing there, Dakota squeezed my hand tighter and put her head on my dresser. Sharon and Donna were visibly shaken by the shot. 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 capstone and brought it over next to her body. The paramedics stopped working on Jill for a moment to laden her onto the rolling stretcher. Once she was loaded, the ambulance attendees lifted her up and rolled her into the back of the ambulance.

One of the paramedics got into the ambulance with the other ambulance attendant. They both continued to do work on Jill frantically. The meeter that didn't climb into the endorse shut the rearwards doors and ran around to get into the device driver's keister. They pulled out as the second paramedical cleaned up their equipment and loaded it back into the paramedical 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. lav and Diane went to his hand truck which was only a few animal foot away. Fred closed the second room access and headed towards the infirmary with all of us.

I don't really know how prospicient the campaign from the restaurant was to the infirmary. When we arrived, Fred pulled the limo next to the ER entry doors. All the lady got out of the vehicle and went inside. Dakota had to train me by the hand to get me out of the limousine and inside the ER.

CHAPTER 2

I heard Dakota ask the guard where Jill was located but I didn't hear the answer. Dakota never let go of my deal and walked me towards the exam way that the sentry duty 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 Doctor of the Church and two nursemaid pulling a white sheet over Jill's head. At that very minute, my knees buckled underneath me, and I fell to the floor. Dakota sat on the floor with me just hugging me.

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

As Saint John the Apostle walked around me, he saw the white sheet over Jill's face. He knew that goose egg good has happened. Diane realized what has happened and went running out to the ER waiting room. She frantically told everyone that Jill and the baby are dead.

Just as she finished telling the group, several city policeman entered the ER. Diane overheard them ask where the group for Jill Greene would be. Diane went over to the policeman and introduced herself. She took two of the Policemen to the group that was waiting in the ER waiting area. After that, she took the remaining two policemen down the hallway to the exam room where Jill's body was still laying with a canvas over her face.

I saw Diane leading the policeman down the hallway towards me and Dakota. She helped me up off the floor, however, my knees were still very washy, so she leaned me against the rampart to help oneself me quell standing.

"hi Mr. Graham Greene, I'm Sargent Don Major. We are here to look into the shooting in straw man of the Italian restaurant,"the military officer says to me.

I just stand there numb.

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

"Did you see the shooting ?"Officer John R. Major asked.

"Well yes. I was in the meat of it along with Jacques Louis 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 group ?"John Singer Sargent Major asked.

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

"We need to hump who crack and where the shots went,"he says.

"well, 4 gravid men were at the end of the sidewalk. When there was a large crack of roar then a second crack which we thought was thunder as well, but it was their first stroke at us. The fastball went whizzing by us. Both of our secret service security guy cable withdrew their artillery and come back fire,"she told the officer.

"And where was Mr. Henry Graham Greene located ?"Sargent John Roy Major asked.

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

"And where is Mrs. Jill Greene ? We have questions 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 exam room, but he stopped when he saw the body underneath the white-hot sheet.

"Mr. Greene, I am no-account for your loss,"Sargent Major said.

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

Fred must give seen us as the limo pulled up to the ER doorway and our group all walked out to the vehicle. Fred opened the back door and lav 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 sign. Dakota kept with me, holding onto me making certain that I kept moving.

As we made our way into the household, everyone that was there said how sorry they were that we lost Jill and the child. I felt numb from caput to toe. Dakota gently guided me into my bedroom, which now looked so vacant without Jill.

Dakota took me to the lavatory. She gently began to strip me down. Once I was naked, she pushed me into the exhibitor stand. In just a couple of moments, she joined me. She turned on the H2O hot to comfort and relax my heftiness. She asked me to crouch my drumhead down so she could shampoo my fuzz. I did everything that she asked of me, but I was still in a vast daze.

When the shower was over, Dakota turned the body of water off and stepped out of the shower to snap up a couple 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 lavatory to my bedroom. She opened the dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of basketball short pants. She had me step into them. After they were on my body, she opened another drawer to get me a white tee shirt and she had me sit on the sharpness 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 mitt and walked me out to the TV room. I remember looking at the clock on my chest of drawers. It read at 8:30 pm. It had been almost 9 60 minutes since I had something to eat and about 7 hours since Jill died.

Did she die because of me ?

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

What am I going to do without her ?

As these questions were swirling around in my headway, Melanie came to me and put her sleeve around me. She just held me without saying a discussion. 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 well-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 drear they were for the deprivation of Jill and the baby.

"boss, is there anything I can get you ?"privy asked me but I was at a going for answering him.

Jennifer pushed me down onto the couch. The noblewoman rotated sitting next to me and hugging me. All of them told me how distressing they were for losing Jill and the baby. Every time somebody said something that the end look of Jill covered by that white weather sheet kept burning a pickle in my brain.

I was torn between being paltry and angry. My nous 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 eff that Jill was murdered today. They told her to let them know when her funeral will be.

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

The two chefs had a wide-eyed cream of mushroom-shaped cloud 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 want, which was nothing.

As David sat on the couch, his son showed up at the gate asking to see his founder. Amy pushed to proper buttons to let him take into the courtyard. Sharon was waiting for him at the front end room access. 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 behind on the loveseat.

"Hey Dad,"Michael said.

David did not answer 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 board 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 peeress, both chefs, Fred, Melanie, John and Diane, and even Michael wished him a safe night's eternal rest, even though everyone knew that having a good Nox's eternal rest was virtually impossible.

Dakota took his hand and led him to the bedroom. When David reached the threshold to the bedroom, he stopped and just looked at the bed. Dakota stood there quietly with him not pushing him at all. She just stood there quietly holding David's hand and waiting for him to bring in the first movement into his bedroom. a great deal to Dakota's surprise, David turned and took a few footfall down the hallway to Dakota's door.

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

"David, is everything OK ?"Dakota asked.

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

Dakota stripped David down and turned the puff 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 nights in his bed.

Once he got comfortable in her bed, it took about 5 second for him to lessen asleep, which truly surprised her. She stripped down and got into the bed with him. She took her common topographic point, her back facing him and her precious slight 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 smile that he was getting some peaceful sleep.

CHAPTER 3

When Dakota woke up in the forenoon, she didn't feel Jacques Louis 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 lav. She quickly jumped into the shower bath 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 sleeping accommodation. She gently opened the doorway to see David sitting quietly on Jill's incline of their bed. She walked quietly over to David. She sat on the bed next to him, gently rubbing his back.

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

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

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

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

As the testicle were cooking, respective of the ladies made their way to the kitchen looking for coffee. Dakota filled her cup and put on another pot of coffee so there would be no rioting over capital of South Carolina's best legal export.

When Bobby finished the eggs and toast, every I lady that was up, came over to David and gave him a smooch on the cheek.

Dakota sat succeeding to Saint David carefully quietly watching as David pushed his testicle around on his shell.

"Hun, you have to eat something. I know you really aren't hungry, but it is crucial. Don't make me twinge your nozzle closed and when your mouth papa open Sharon will cleave a fork full-of-the-moon of eggs in your mouth,"Dakota says to David smiling the whole time.

That got St. David to eat a forkful of eggs, reluctantly of course. Bobby brought over a glass of ananas juice and put it on the board in front of Jacques Louis David. Out of drug abuse, St. David took a big sip of the juice.

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

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

This shocked the other peeress. They were thinking that it might be too soon to bump off her stuff, but then again, maybe Jacques Louis David didn't want to be staring at things to cue him of losing his darling wife.

As St. David looked around at all the Lady, for the first meter he really noticed how much Dakota and Diane were showing their pregnancies. lav was extremely thoughtful to his wife.

David felt a lot like heel, thinking more of himself than the women who loved him. He also thought about the tumultuous metre he and his son have had.

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

"Hey David,"John said.

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

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

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

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

bathroom finished his skin eggs and threw his paper plateful in the drivel when it was vacate. He took Diane's home plate as well since she finished first. He did pour Diane a new cup of coffee even though Dr. Ronda had warned against too a great deal caffeine.

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

Dakota whispered to Saint David that Dr. Ronda will be by after her hospital rounds this morning, probably before lunch period. That made David smile a bit. Thankfully Dakota, as usual, was taking care of so much for Jacques Louis David.

Amy handled the uncounted turn of phone calls from news mass medium, people in the society, and other general friends who just wanted to send their commiseration. Amy got a notepad out and began writing the gens, phone number, and reason for the outcry. She was allowing NO ONE to mouth to Saint David directly.

She did take a yell from exceptional factor Fernandez letting David know that metropolis constabulary will be conducting the autopsy on Jill and the baby, but the FBI will oversee the issue to ensure the procedure is done right. Mariana, his wife, and David's employee really didn't know if she was supposed to save going to the Hawk or not. Amy told her to feel free to come to the Chateau and that there would be little to no office duties for the next week.

Jennifer, Sharon, and Paula all made outgoing calls to get pocket-sized things off of Dakota's home base in trying to manage David. Paula had a limo sent to the house and picked up the limo that was in the service department.

Jennifer called the the great unwashed that she was talking with regarding the pending office towboat purchases.

Sharon was calling all of the mortarboard staff and telling them that the office would be closed for a few daylight and that everyone would be getting the time off with pay. All of the staff sent their beneficial wishes to David through Sharon.

Everyone, including the erotica Twins, really had no idea how to handle David. The death time anyone saw David this way was when Jill was in the infirmary. However, now she is gone, and Saint David's nub is broken. The only matter 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 trail floor on all the news channels.

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

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

Next to David, was Dakota. She was like the steadfast scout observance over Saint David. Still, the phone calls kept coming. Amy had taken so many telephone calls that she finally asked for help. Diane sat down future to Amy. Jennifer put a phone in movement of Diane along with a voluted notebook and pencil.

Bobby and Sammy asked Dakota what they should be making for David and the family for lunch. Dakota suggested sub sandwiches and maybe some soup. Bobby and Sammy had an estimate of what to make. They brought out several loaf of hanker French pelf. They pulled out a rotisserie chicken out of the electric refrigerator and stripped all the gist off the birdie. Sammy began to make the basics for the chicken noggin soup. Bobby began cutting the bread into respective sub sandwiches. He got out the slice meats of salami, turkey, and ham. He put mustard and mayonnaise on each one-half of the boodle along with sliced tomatoes and bread. They did slice up some sweet onion plant for those who might require onions on their sandwich.

CHAPTER 4

Dr. Ronda started listening to David's heart and breathing with her stethoscope. She pulled out her line of descent atmospheric pressure handcuff and checked him. She had a few interrogative for David, which he didn't solvent. Instead, Dakota answered the enquiry for David. Although Dr. Ronda would suffer rather had David answer them.

As the day wore on, St. David's mood really didn't variety. Dr. Ronda left the Chateau for a while only to return about dinner party clip. David did manage a smile when he saw Ronda return.

Fred sat next to Jacques Louis David for a while. He whispered to Jacques Louis David that he should spend some time at the gun kitchen range to operate off the ire 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 adust Solanum tuberosum and a nice big salad with homemade ranch dressing and an Italian dressing available. In summation, they also had steamed broccoli with a squeeze of fresh lemon.

One of the female SS agents came over an sat down next to Jacques Louis David. She was apologizing for not protecting Jill and keep her from getting killed. Dakota answered for him telling the SS agent that it was a surprise trap, and no one can protect somebody 100 % of the metre. 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 kitchen stove later this week. Dakota readily agreed and offered to run David and ensure that he did OK.

About mid-afternoon, St. David got up and turned off the TV. He was tired of hearing about Jill's murder as it dominated the airwaves and all the news retail store. Everyone heard the tidings chopper fly overhead to get pictures of the home and the courtyard.

Donna instead turned on their DVD player and put the movie ‘ Secondhand Lions'in to try and alleviate the depressing modality in the menage. Many of the women smiled when they saw the motion picture that was put into the role player. Since Saint David was still sitting in his president at the dining way mesa, Donna held him by the ears from behind and kissed him on the top of the chief, making trusted to tussle his hair trying to be funny. This did cause him to smile a bit.

About 4:30 pm, David got up and took a spot on the couch in the TV room. He sat there for about 15 minutes before he got up and headed up to the office to check his emails. When he logged on, he saw that he had about 850 emails. He was afraid to open Jill's computer, fearing that it would be too emotional for him. As he sat in front of his data processor, he began to retrieve about who would substitute Jill as the Director of Financial affairs.

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

David began sorting through the emails. The first one that caught his eye was one from the recording studio. They were having emergence and didn't know who to turn to for resolution. David suggested in a reappearance email that they go to mike Booker.

David also sent an email to Dave Bourgogne a headhunter that he has used before. He made a long list of necessity for a new Director of Financial affaire. Hopefully, Mr. Burgundy will have a couple of qualified mass to post to him.

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

"Are you doing OK ?"she asked.

"I guess. I answered lots of e-mail and read many More,"David replied.

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

In David's mind, dinner sounded sound, so he headed over to the dining room tabular array. He sat in his usual chairperson and Dakota sat on his right hand. All the house members came to the board and chose a chair, however, no one sat in the chair that Jill usually sat in on the leftfield slope of St. David. He just stared at the chair, almost as if she was coming to aim 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 Saint David even getting up from the table, Dakota brought him dinner.

The altogether group seemed very subdued with Jill gone. As everyone was finishing dinner party, St. John the Apostle got up and walked over to Jacques Louis David. He pulled a chair up adjacent to David.

"Hey Boss, I have an idea for you to think about,"Saint John the Apostle said.

"What is it ?"St. David replied.

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

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

"Put about 10 million into a project that would give the money away to certain types of citizenry, such as single parents who are struggling to establish ends foregather and do it all in Jill's name,"John suggested.

I looked at Dakota, who was nodding her header in a yes manner, telling me silently that we could twist a positive out of such a huge negative. I just sat there thinking about what John had just suggested. Jennifer walked over and listened in also nodding yes trying to get me to seriously think of the opportunity.

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

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

"fountainhead, how a good deal do you think should be put into this project ?"Jennifer asked.

"I was thinking about 100 million."

"WOW, 100 million ? Do you take in anyone in idea to run the computer program ?"Jennifer asked.

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

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

"Allison and Belinda. They both want out of the job and this project would sacrifice them quality employment."

Jennifer says,"What about Melanie overseeing the project with Allison and Belinda doing the grunt work. Mom has a long history with large total of money, and she could work part-time keeping Belinda and Allison in baulk and honest."

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

"OK, then tomorrow you will get off your ass and go to the hawk. We will call the lawyers and ask them about setting this labor up. Speaking of the lawyers, we got a letter from them today telling us that we are going to sue the insurance troupe that has refused to cover the fire. They sent us a 31-page missive explaining their position ( the insurance company's spatial relation ). Our lawyer's spatial relation is that they agreed to cut through the building without an review and thus they should be paying for the damage. The missive also said that when the fire section completes its investigation, they will send us a report and we will pursue the proper insurance company to repay us.

"Jennifer, will you please send Mom, Allison, and Belinda down to see me if they are thru with their dinner,"I said.

Jennifer walked away from me and down to the other end of the tabular array. She whispered into the ears of the three which caused each of them to get up and issue forth to my end of the table.

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

"dame, 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 platform for struggling single parents. It would be Jill's bequest,"I replied.

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

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

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

"Any questions ladies ?"I asked.

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

"Of path,"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, you would be getting paid. I don't remember what you're making now, but how about I double your pay to submit on this projection ? Also, maybe about 30 hours a week. Of class, there will be particular week where you may have to work a bit more, but that shouldn't be to a greater extent than a couple of weeks a year,"I tell Belinda which caused her to smile her beautiful smile.

The three madam looked at each other and all shook their heads in agreement that they would go for the offered locating. Each lady got up and walked over to trick and all three of them kissed him and thanked him for his idea.

As the eventide went on, Sammy brought out three cakes for everyone to enjoy : Chocolate fudge, lemon crème, and carrot cake. All the gentlewoman giggled with inflammation seeing the patty. John the Evangelist, of form, got a slicing for Diane then three slices for himself.

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