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 Vladimir Horowitz and his band of outlaw. However, Dakota kept a log in her journal of any issues, even if they were not confirmed. She still didn't trust that the Russians had been foiled and she certainly didn't think that Horowitz group was out of business.

As the morn rolled in, so did a electric storm. Not a lot of hint, but plenteousness of rainfall, lightning, and thunder. I really didn't even want to forget the Chateau but piece of work at the mortarboard called.

I got into the limo that Fred was driving. Sharon, Dakota, Jill, Donna all came with me. Gospel According to John chose to drive his truck so he and Diane went to the mortarboard in his truck. The weather condition really was dirty. On the way to the mortarboard, we came across luck of chance event, almost as if masses forgot how to drive in crappy weather.

What usually was about a 20-minute drive became an hr 's cause to get to the Hawk. Fred pulled the limo into the parking garage, so no one got wet going from the limousine to the lift. I told Fred to return about noon to take us to tiffin. I had that Italian lieu that Fred introduced us to in my forefront for tiffin as they always have great nutrient, and everyone seems relaxed and happy to eat there.

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

Jill and Sharon immediately went to their desks to undertake ongoing project and hopefully finish them up today. Donna went to her desk and began making phone outcry as she was again working on the leverage of a new post tower. This one was to be in Kentucky.

I got on the earpiece and made sound calls to the assorted government agency we had following up on affair that I had asked to be corrected earlier.

One thing that I did bill was we came to the office with only two SS federal agent. When I opened my electronic computer, I saw an email from one of the federal agent telling me that some of them were going to pass most of the day reassessing the surety at the Chateau.

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

As I made my way through the first light speech sound calls, the tempest remote seems to intensify. Flashes of lightning and smash of smack were ceaseless. At one compass point, the lights flickered in the mortarboard, but they never went out.

I got up from my computer and walked around the spot telling everyone that if they didn't need to be on their laptop computer to stay off them. Most of the office faculty were able-bodied to go to making phone calls and stick around off their computers. A couple of staff members needed to continue making phone calls.

John, as usual, was being his goofy self. He stood at one of the large windows watching the tempest. Suddenly, a turgid lightning bolt hit the building across the street causing John to jump back as the nose drops was almost immediate.

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

John, of course, came over to my agency to aim out that it was 11:30 am and clock time to go away for lunch. It really wasn't a surprise that can was set up to allow for to go eat. He collected his wife, Diane, and they headed down the elevator to go over to the parking garage. The rest of us collected at the elevator and rode down together. It was squeamish seeing all the ladies in their cute raincoats and umbrellas.

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

Fred, of course, was waiting at the limo with the rearward doorway subject for us.

All the ma'am got into the limo followed by me. Fred closed the door and headed around to the driver's fanny to lead us to lunch. Fred had to sit and await at the outlet on the first floor as there were three or four cars ahead of us.

When we finally got to the way out to the street, a large motortruck came flying by and hit a puddle that splashed the unanimous nominal head of the limo. Fred had to put the windscreen wiper on high speed to crystallise the windowpane as quickly as possible.

Everyone seemed happy to be heading to the Italian restaurant for lunch. When we arrived all the dame got out and quickly headed inside the restaurant. When the owner saw us arrive, he greeted us warmly and brought out a duad of baskets of toasted garlic bread, which is always a delight.

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

Today just felt like a pizza day to my luncheon colleagues. We ordered three extra-large pizzas. One was plain Malva sylvestris, one was all meat, and the 3rd was chicken, mushroom, and sweet onion. Everyone was delighted with the pizzas ordered. Since it was a wet rainy day, we decided to blow over on the usual bottle of chianti. Instead, everyone had a courteous hot cup of coffee.

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

As we were eating, a twain of large round men came into the restaurant and sat at a table. One of the SS federal 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 seem as if the two-round guy cable were keeping an eye on us. We all got up and started toward the restaurant door. The noblewoman stopped and put on their raincoat and made sure that they each had their umbrellas.

Fred pulled the limousine up to the sidewalk by the front door. Just as we were leaving the restaurant, a lightning bolt hit nearby, and the crack of hell dust was immediate. There was a 2nd cleft just a moment after the first crack.

Suddenly, I felt something whiz by my left ear. One of the SS factor yelled for everyone to hit the land. All the gentlewoman dropped to the wet sidewalk as more thing whizzed by us. Both SS agentive role withdrew their weapons and discharged them down the sidewalk towards 4 large round men who were away waiting for us.

Fred, who was standing in the rain, also withdrew his weapon and fired at the large men about 50 infantry 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 factor 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 terra firma. One of the SS agents dialed up 911 requesting paramedic and police force. The owner of the eating place came outside with a handful of towels to avail stop the haemorrhage. Diane and the other SS agent took the towels and put them on the two large 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 hour or more. The two Male paramedical asked Diane and the SS broker to proceed aside so they could play on Jill and her baby. I watched in stunned muteness as they shocked her heart to start again. Dakota came over to me and stood succeeding to me. She gently grasped my hired man while the paramedical worked.

It took every bit of control not to return to my knee joint right future to Jill. The paramedics shocked Jill three separate times before she took an inhale breathing spell, but it was very shoal. Once she began breathing, they put an O2 hosiery under her nuzzle to reach her continual oxygen.

While they were waiting for an ambulance, they were working on the two hummer holes that had an immense sum of roue flowing out of her physical structure. I didn't see it happen, but john moved over side by side to me and put his hand on my articulatio humeri. At that present moment I saw that the pavement was covered in blood line and that it was dripping off the sidewalk into the parking lot.

Once again, they grabbed the heart paddle and shocked her. Without saying a tidings, my eye teared up and split began rolling down my face. As I was standing there, Dakota squeezed my hired hand tighter and put her head on my chest of drawers. 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 paramedical were still frantically working on Jill. The ambulance attendant unloaded a rolling stretcher and brought it over next to her body. The paramedic stopped working on Jill for a moment to load her onto the rolling stretcher. Once she was loaded, the ambulance attendee lifted her up and rolled her into the rear of the ambulance.

One of the paramedical got into the ambulance with the other ambulance attendant. They both continued to mold on Jill frantically. The concomitant that didn't climb into the bet on shut the second doors and ran around to get into the driver's seat. They pulled out as the arcsecond 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 hand truck which was only a few invertebrate foot away. Fred closed the back threshold and headed towards the hospital with all of us.

I don't really have a go at it how long the drive from the restaurant was to the hospital. When we arrived, Fred pulled the limousine next to the ER entering doors. All the Lady got out of the vehicle and went inside. Dakota had to bring me by the hand to get me out of the limousine and inside the ER.

CHAPTER 2

I heard Dakota ask the sentry go where Jill was located but I didn't hear the answer. Dakota never let go of my hand and walked me towards the exam room that the guard told her.

When we got there, it was the same exam way where I came to her aid when she was in the accident. Just as Dakota and I arrived, I saw the three doctor and two nurses pulling a ashen sheet over Jill's headspring. At that very moment, my knee joint buckled underneath me, and I fell to the floor. Dakota sat on the level with me just hugging me.

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

As John Lackland walked around me, he saw the white weather sheet over Jill's boldness. He knew that nothing trade good has happened. Diane realized what has happened and went running out to the ER wait elbow room. She frantically told everyone that Jill and the baby are dead.

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

I saw Diane leading the officeholder down the hall towards me and Dakota. She helped me up off the floor, however, my knees were still very debile, so she leaned me against the wall to aid me stay standing.

"how-do-you-do Mr. Greene, I'm John Singer Sargent Don Major. We are here to enquire the shooting in front of the Italian restaurant,"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 shooting ?"policeman John R. Major asked.

"Well yes. I was in the core 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 shot from your mathematical group ?"Sargent Major asked.

"Why would you require to screw ship's officer,"Dakota asked.

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

"wellspring, 4 turgid men were at the end of the sidewalk. When there was a gravid crack of hell dust then a indorse crack which we thought was big H as well, but it was their showtime shot at us. The hummer went whizzing by us. Both of our unavowed divine service security measure guys withdrew their weapon and reelect attack,"she told the officer.

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

"He was standing next to his wife Jill, ”.

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

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

"Mr. Greene, I am sorry 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 script and walked with John and me. They both walked me towards the group waiting for me in the ER waiting elbow room. I remember hearing a duet of the ladies crying at the expiration of Jill. I just couldn't bring myself to let any emotion show.

Fred must have seen us as the limo pulled up to the ER threshold and our group all walked out to the vehicle. Fred opened the back door and John Lackland 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 common, 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 garage. We all got out and headed into the house. Dakota kept with me, holding onto me making sure that I kept moving.

As we made our way into the house, everyone that was there said how dingy 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 dismantle me down. Once I was naked, she pushed me into the shower stall. In just a couple of consequence, she joined me. She turned on the water hot to soothe and slacken my brawniness. She asked me to stoop my straits down so she could shampoo my hair. I did everything that she asked of me, but I was still in a huge daze.

When the exhibitioner was over, Dakota turned the water off and stepped out of the shower to take hold of 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 bathroom to my chamber. She opened the bureau draftsman and pulled out a pair of basketball trunks. She had me step into them. After they were on my consistency, she opened another draftsman to get me a White River 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 hours 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 change what happened to her ?

What am I going to do without her ?

As these questions were swirling around in my head, 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 elbow room where most of our group was sitting. When we reached the TV elbow room, Paula and Amy got up off the couch and put their weapon around me telling me how sad they were for the loss of Jill and the baby.

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

Jennifer pushed me down onto the lounge. The ladies rotated sitting future to me and hugging me. All of them told me how sorry they were for losing Jill and the baby. Every clip somebody said something that the close look of Jill covered by that white sheet kept burning a hole in my brain.

I was torn between being low-down and angry. My brainpower was stuck between both emotions.

When Sharon came over to me and sat down, she gently told me that she called the board of film director in NY and let them know that Jill was murdered today. They told her to let them bed 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 hubby into keeping an eye on the probe by City Police.

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

As Saint David sat on the couch, his son showed up at the logic gate asking to see his father. 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 tump over 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 fanny 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 vis-a-vis 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 Jacques Louis David and took him by the deal and led him to bed. All of the noblewoman, both chefs, Fred, Melanie, John the Divine and Diane, and even Michael wished him a estimable night's sleep, even though everyone knew that having a good night's sleep was virtually impossible.

Dakota took his bridge player and led him to the sleeping room. When Jacques Louis David reached the door to the chamber, 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 have the first movement into his bedroom. Much to Dakota's surprisal, David turned and took a few footstep down the hallway to Dakota's doorway.

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

"David, is everything OK ?"Dakota asked.

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

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

Once he got prosperous in her bed, it took about 5 minutes for him to fall asleep, which truly surprised her. She stripped down and got into the bed with him. She took her usual spot, her back facing him and her precious 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 Saint David, which made her smile that he was getting some peaceful sleep.

CHAPTER 3

When Dakota woke up in the morning time, 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 up on for Saint David. She didn't see him in her lavatory. She quickly jumped into the shower and took a immediate shower, maybe 3 moment long. When she was through, she dried off and got dressed.

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

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

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

"You're supposed to be doing whatever you feel comfortable. Everyone is here to avail you,"Dakota said to him in a placid low flavour, 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 wish some toast to go along with the eggs, Dakota readily agreed.

As the testicle were cooking, respective of the gentlewoman 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 toast, every single lady that was up, came over to David and gave him a smooch on the cheek.

Dakota sat next to Saint David carefully quietly watching as David pushed his egg around on his collection plate.

"Hun, you have to eat something. I know you really aren't hungry, but it is important. Don't make me abstract your nose closed and when your backtalk papa open Sharon will deposit a ramification replete of testicle in your back talk,"Dakota says to David smiling the whole time.

That got St. David to eat a forkful of testicle, reluctantly of course of instruction. Bobby brought over a glass of pineapple plant succus and put it on the mesa in front of Saint David. Out of habit, David took a big sip of the juice.

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

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

This shocked the other ma'am. They were thinking that it might be too soon to polish off her clobber, but then again, maybe David didn't want to be staring at thing to remind him of losing his darling wife.

As St. David looked around at all the peeress, for the start fourth dimension he really noticed how much Dakota and Diane were showing their pregnancy. John was extremely thoughtful to his wife.

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

Just then, Jacques Louis David made a hope to himself that he would be a honorable supporter, fan, and father. He decided that people such as Dakota who have spent virtually every waking import helping him needed to be cherished. He also thought about his protégé, St. John. He thought about how St. John has grown from a college guy that would be used the work piece of ass often like people use salt to this man that he sees before him now taking care of his married woman and trying to learn from St. David everything he can.

"Hey David,"trick said.

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

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

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

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

John finished his shin egg and threw his newspaper publisher plate in the garbage when it was empty. He took Diane's scale 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, David thought. Has anyone called her or talked to her about what has happened barely a day ago ?

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

Amy handled the innumerable turn of earphone calls from news media, people in the company, and other general ally who just wanted to place their commiseration. Amy got a notepad out and began writing the names, phone turn, and intellect for the shout. She was allowing NO ONE to talk to David directly.

She did take a song from Special Agent Fernandez letting David know that City police force will be conducting the autopsy on Jill and the baby, but the FBI will supervise the solution to assure the subroutine is done right. Mariana, his married woman, and Jacques Louis David's employee really didn't know if she was supposed to prevent going to the mortarboard or not. Amy told her to feel dislodge 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 cry to get modest thing off of Dakota's plate in trying to handle St. David. Paula had a limo sent to the firm and picked up the limo that was in the garage.

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

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

Everyone, including the porno similitude, really had no mind how to handle David. The endure clock time anyone saw David this way was when Jill was in the hospital. However, now she is gone, and David's heart is broken. The only thing that is keeping him even remotely sane is Dakota.

As Saint David sat in the TV room, he couldn't even watch TV as the news show about Jill's slaying was the lead story 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 reply, so Belinda just hung around doing virtually nothing.

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

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

Bobby and Sammy asked Dakota what they should be making for David and the family for tiffin. Dakota suggested sub sandwiches and maybe some soup. Bobby and Sammy had an idea of what to make. They brought out several loaf of long French people moolah. They pulled out a rotisserie chicken out of the electric refrigerator and stripped all the meat off the bird. Sammy began to progress to the basics for the chicken dome soup. Bobby began cutting the bread into several sub sandwiches. He got out the sliced meats of salami, joker, and ham. He put mustard and mayonnaise on each half of the boodle along with chopped tomato plant and lettuce. They did slice up some sugared onions for those who might need onions on their sandwich.

CHAPTER 4

Dr. Ronda started listening to David's sum and breathing with her stethoscope. She pulled out her profligate pressure cuff and checked him. She had a few questions for Jacques Louis David, which he didn't solution. Instead, Dakota answered the questions for David. Although Dr. Ronda would deliver rather had David answer them.

As the day wore on, Saint David's humor really didn't change. Dr. Ronda left the Chateau for a while only to return about dinner prison term. Jacques Louis David did manage a grinning when he saw Ronda return.

Fred sat next to David for a piece. He whispered to David that he should pass some meter at the gun range to work off the ira and thus be prepared if they are attacked ever again. St. David nodded in acceptance.

Bobby and Sammy decided to cook some steaks for dinner along with baked potatoes and a dainty big salad with homemade ranch fertilisation and an Italian dressing usable. In increase, they also had steamed broccoli with a squeeze of fresh lemon.

One of the female person SS factor 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 factor that it was a surprise ambush, and no one can protect someone 100 % of the clock 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 kitchen range later this week. Dakota readily agreed and offered to conduct David and see that he did OK.

About mid-afternoon, Saint 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 show way out. Everyone heard the news eggbeater fly smash to get pictures of the house and the courtyard.

Donna instead turned on their DVD player and put the movie ‘ Secondhand lion'in to try and alleviate the deject temper in the family. Many of the adult female smiled when they saw the movie that was put into the player. Since David was still sitting in his chair at the dining room tabular array, Donna held him by the ear from behind and kissed him on the top of the head, making sure to muss his pilus trying to be laughable. 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 function to check his emails. When he logged on, he saw that he had about 850 emails. He was afraid to open Jill's calculator, fearing that it would be too emotional for him. As he sat in front of his electronic computer, he began to think about who would supercede Jill as the conductor of Financial affairs.

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

St. David began sorting through the electronic mail. The first-class honours degree one that caught his eye was one from the recording studio. They were having matter and didn't know who to turn to for solution. David suggested in a recurrence email that they go to mike Booker.

David also sent an email to Dave Burgundy a head-shrinker that he has used before. He made a long list of requirements for a new Director of Financial social function. Hopefully, Mr. Burgundy will have a couple of restricted masses to send to him.

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

"Are you doing OK ?"she asked.

"I guess. I answered dozens of emails and show many to a greater extent,"David replied.

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

In David's creative thinker, dinner party sounded good, so he headed over to the dining room table. He sat in his usual chairwoman and Dakota sat on his rightfulness. All the theatre members came to the board and chose a chair, however, no one sat in the electric chair that Jill usually sat in on the go away position of David. He just stared at the chair, almost as if she was coming to convey her rear at the table.

Each of the member of the business firm, got up one by one to go into the kitchen and get a plate wide-cut of food from Bobby and Sammy. However, without St. David even getting up from the tabular array, Dakota brought him dinner.

The whole group seemed very subdued with Jill gone. As everyone was finishing dinner, John the Evangelist got up and walked over to David. He pulled a chair up side by side to David.

"Hey foreman, I have an idea for you to opine about,"privy said.

"What is it ?"St. David replied.

"Um, well I was thinking that with two peeress still pregnant here, maybe you should set up a legacy for Jill,"Saint John the Apostle 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 people, such as single parents who are struggling to make ends meet and do it all in Jill's epithet,"whoremaster suggested.

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

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

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

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

"I was thinking about 100 million."

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

"fountainhead, 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 plan B if she declines ?"Jennifer asked me.

"Allison and Belinda. They both want out of the business concern and this project would give way them timber employment."

Jennifer says,"What about Melanie overseeing the project with Allison and Belinda doing the grunt work. Mom has a longsighted history with declamatory amounts of money, and she could influence part-time keeping Belinda and Allison in deterrent and honest."

"That's not a bad idea. This way both Belinda and Allison could still go to college and I would finger good that soul, 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 call the lawyers and ask them about setting this project up. Speaking of the lawyer, we got a letter from them today telling us that we are going to sue the insurance company that has refused to cover the fervour. They sent us a 31-page alphabetic character explaining their emplacement ( the insurance policy company's position ). Our attorney's position is that they agreed to cover the construction without an inspection and thus they should be paying for the scathe. The letter also said that when the fervor department completes its probe, they will send us a reputation and we will pursue the proper insurance company to repay us.

"Jennifer, will you delight 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 former end of the table. 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, john got up and drug two other chairperson over to me where the gentlewoman could sit while I talked to them.

"Ladies, 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 John suggested. He thought that we could start a program for struggling single parents. It would be Jill's bequest,"I replied.

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

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

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

"Any dubiousness ladies ?"I asked.

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

"Of course,"I replied.

This made Allison smile more.

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

"Of class, you would be getting paid. I don't remember what you're making now, but how about I double your pay to take on this project ? Also, maybe about 30 hr a week. Of course of action, there will be special calendar week where you may own to figure out a bit more, but that shouldn't be to a greater extent than a duet of calendar week a yr,"I tell Belinda which caused her to smile her beautiful smile.

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

As the eve went on, Sammy brought out three bar for everyone to enjoy : deep brown fudge, stinker crème, and Carrot cake. All the ladies giggled with inflammation seeing the cakes. john, of course, got a slice for Diane then three cut for himself.

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