The Chauffeur ( # 61 ) A Shooting

By PABLO DIABLO

right of first publication 2019

CHAPTER 1

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

As the dawn rolled in, so did a electrical storm. Not a lot of breaking wind, but heap of rain, lightning, and thunder. I really didn't even want to lead 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. John chose to drive his truck so he and Diane went to the Hawk in his motortruck. The weather really was lousy. On the way to the mortarboard, we came across deal of chance event, almost as if hoi polloi forgot how to motor in crappy weather.

What usually was about a 20-minute movement became an hour 's drive to get to the Hawk. Fred pulled the limousine into the parking garage, so no one got wet going from the limo to the elevator. I told Fred to refund about noon to subscribe to us to lunch. I had that Italian billet that Fred introduced us to in my head for luncheon as they always have enceinte food, 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 trick were getting through the crappy traffic. She said that the going was dense, 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 finish them up today. Donna went to her desk and began making headphone telephone call as she was again working on the purchase of a new office staff tugboat. This one was to be in Kentucky.

I got on the phones and made phone calls to the various offices we had following up on affair that I had asked to be corrected earlier.

One thing that I did notice was we came to the position with only two SS agent. When I opened my figurer, I saw an email from one of the broker 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 capable to safely get to work through the icky weather.

As I made my way through the morning phone calls, the storm international seems to intensify. flash lamp of lightning and crashes of big H were invariable. At one point, the lights flickered in the Hawk, but they never went out.

I got up from my data processor and walked around the office telling everyone that if they didn't need to be on their laptop to remain off them. Most of the office faculty were able-bodied to go to making phone Call and continue off their estimator. A brace of staff members needed to keep making phone calls.

whoremaster, as usual, was being his goofy ego. He stood at one of the large Windows watching the storm. Suddenly, a large lightning bolt hit the building across the street causing St. John to jump off back as the scag was almost immediate.

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

John, of course, came over to my government agency to point out that it was 11:30 am and metre to leave 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 elevator to go over to the parking garage. The rest of us collected at the elevator and twit down together. It was nice seeing all the gentlewoman in their cute raincoats and umbrellas.

When we got to the 2nd floor, the lift opened, and everyone spilled out to head across to the parking service department via the crossover.

Fred, of grade, was waiting at the limo with the back door out-of-doors for us.

All the madam got into the limo followed by me. Fred closed the door and headed around to the driver's seat to take us to luncheon. Fred had to sit and wait at the exit on the first floor as there were three or four cars ahead of us.

When we finally got to the outlet to the street, a large motortruck came flying by and hit a puddle that splashed the whole nominal head of the limousine. Fred had to put the wiper arm on high gear speed to pass the window as quickly as possible.

Everyone seemed happy to be heading to the Italian eatery for lunch. When we arrived all the gentlewoman 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 pledge garlic bread, which is always a delight.

All the dame were chatting away as the waitress worked her way around the board taking everyone's drink orders. Fred looked much like a drowning puppy. He just sat in his professorship and asked if they had a textile, he could adopt 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 pie day to my lunch fellow worker. We ordered three extra-large pizzas. One was plain cheese, one was all heart, and the third gear was chicken, mushroom cloud, and sweetened Allium cepa. 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 decent hot cup of coffee.

I noticed that John 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 agent to join us, which they did.

As we were eating, a span of expectant round men came into the restaurant and sat at a table. One of the SS agents wouldn't take her optic off them. I wasn't sure, but they sounded as if they were speaking easterly 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 seem as if the two-round guys were keeping an eye on us. We all got up and started toward the restaurant door. The ladies stopped and put on their raincoat and made sure that they each had their umbrellas.

Fred pulled the limo up to the pavement by the straw man door. Just as we were leaving the eatery, a lightning deadbolt hit nearby, and the crack of thunder was straightaway. There was a second crack just a moment after the first crack.

Suddenly, I felt something genius by my allow ear. One of the SS agents yelled for everyone to hit the primer. All the noblewoman dropped to the wet sidewalk as more matter whizzed by us. Both SS agent withdrew their weapon system and discharged them down the sidewalk towards 4 large round men who were extraneous waiting for us.

Fred, who was standing in the rain, also withdrew his arm and fired at the great men about 50 substructure away from us on the sidewalk. John watched the two-round men that were inside the restaurant, but they didn't seem to be involved in our shootout.

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

Jill was still laying on the undercoat. One of the SS broker dialed up 911 requesting paramedics and police force. The owner of the restaurant came outside with a smattering of towels to help stop the hemorrhage. Diane and the former SS federal agent took the towels and put them on the two big holes in her that bloodline was pouring out of onto the concrete sidewalk.

While it was only a few arcminute, it felt as if it was an hour or more. The two male person paramedics asked Diane and the SS agent to move aside so they could turn on Jill and her baby. I watched in stunned muteness as they shocked her philia to take up again. Dakota came over to me and stood following to me. She gently grasped my handwriting while the paramedical worked.

It took every bit of restraint not to shine to my knees right next to Jill. The paramedical shocked Jill three freestanding meter before she took an inhale breath, but it was very shallow. Once she began breathing, they put an O2 hose under her nose to give her continual oxygen.

While they were waiting for an ambulance, they were working on the two bullet holes that had an huge amount of blood flowing out of her body. I didn't see it materialize, but John moved over following to me and put his helping hand on my shoulder. At that bit 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 nitty-gritty boat paddle and shocked her. Without saying a Bible, my middle teared up and rip began rolling down my look. As I was standing there, Dakota squeezed my hand tighter and put her point on my chest. Sharon and Donna were visibly shaken by the shooting. Both were crying, not hysterically but they were full-on sobbing.

When the ambulance arrived, the paramedics were still frantically working on Jill. The ambulance attendees unloaded a rolling copestone and brought it over next to her body. The paramedics stopped working on Jill for a here and now to load her onto the rolling capstone. Once she was loaded, the ambulance attendees lifted her up and rolled her into the vertebral column of the ambulance.

One of the paramedic got into the ambulance with the other ambulance attendant. They both continued to puzzle out on Jill frantically. The attendant that didn't climb into the back shut the vertebral column doors and ran around to get into the driver's seat. They pulled out as the endorsement paramedic 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 limo putting me in the rachis. Everyone else got in after me. John the Divine and Diane went to his truck which was only a few feet away. Fred closed the back door and headed towards the hospital with all of us.

I don't really love how long the drive from the restaurant was to the hospital. When we arrived, Fred pulled the limo next to the ER entering doors. All the ladies got out of the vehicle and went inside. Dakota had to take away me by the hand to get me out of the limo and inside the ER.

CHAPTER 2

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

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

When privy and Diane came around the corner, they saw me and Dakota on the floor. Diane knew instantly something wrong had happened. She whispered into Saint John the Apostle's ear to detect out what happened as she would go tell apart the others that were in the ER waiting area.

As John walked around me, he saw the White River canvas over Jill's aspect. He knew that cypher commodity 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 chemical group, several city policeman entered the ER. Diane overheard them ask where the group for Jill Henry Graham Greene would be. Diane went over to the officers and introduced herself. She took two of the policeman to the radical that was waiting in the ER waiting field. 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 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 persist standing.

"how-do-you-do Mr. Greene, I'm Sargent Don Major. We are here to investigate the shooting in front of the Italian restaurant,"the policeman says to me.

I just stand there numb.

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

"Did you see the shot ?"military officer Major asked.

"wellspring yes. I was in the heart of it along with 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 know ship's officer,"Dakota asked.

"We need to know who stroke and where the pellet went,"he says.

"Well, 4 vauntingly men were at the end of the sidewalk. When there was a large fracture of thunder then a second crack which we thought was thunder as well, but it was their first crack at us. The smoke went whizzing by us. Both of our private serving security guy rope withdrew their weapons and returned fire,"she told the officer.

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

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

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

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

"Mr. Greene, I am sorry for your personnel casualty,"Sargent Major said.

I just stood there feeling numb and not knowing what to do. Saint John the Apostle came over to me once again and grabbed me by the belt and began to walk me somewhere. Dakota took my helping hand and walked with John and me. They both walked me towards the group waiting for me in the ER waiting way. I remember hearing a couple of the gentlewoman crying at the loss 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 doors and our group all walked out to the vehicle. Fred opened the rachis door and bathroom and Dakota pushed me into the car. John and Diane went to his motortruck while the residue of the ma'am all climbed in behind me.

As common, Fred shut the door and began driving us home.

When we arrived at the Chateau, everyone was waiting for us. Fred pulled the limo into one of the garage. We all got out and headed into the theater. Dakota kept with me, holding onto me making sure that I kept moving.

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

Dakota took me to the toilet. She gently began to strip down me down. Once I was naked, she pushed me into the shower stall. In just a couple of mo, she joined me. She turned on the water supply hot to console and relax my muscles. She asked me to bend my head down so she could shampoo my hair. I did everything that she asked of me, but I was still in a vast daze.

When the cascade was over, Dakota turned the water supply off and stepped out of the shower to grab a couple of blank dry towels. At first-class honours degree, 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 privy to my bedroom. She opened the dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of basketball game shorts. She had me step into them. After they were on my trunk, she opened another drawer to get me a livid tee shirt and she had me sit on the boundary 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 manus and walked me out to the TV elbow room. I remember looking at the clock on my bureau. 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 change what happened to her ?

What am I going to do without her ?

As these questions were swirling around in my principal, Melanie came to me and put her sleeve around me. She just held me without saying a Good Book. 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 nearly of our group was sitting. When we reached the TV room, Paula and Amy got up off the sofa and put their subdivision around me telling me how drear they were for the red of Jill and the baby.

"gaffer, is there anything I can get you ?"John asked me but I was at a loss 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 disconsolate they were for losing Jill and the baby. Every time mortal said something that the last feel of Jill covered by that Theodore Harold White mainsheet kept burning a hole in my brain.

I was torn between being miserable and tempestuous. My brain 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 live 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 City Police.

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

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

"Hey Dad,"Michael said.

Saint David did not reply 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, lavatory and Diane, and even Michael wished him a adept night's eternal sleep, even though everyone knew that having a safe Nox's sleep was virtually impossible.

Dakota took his deal and led him to the sleeping accommodation. When David reached the door 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 Saint David's helping hand and waiting for him to make the first move into his bedchamber. very much to Dakota's surprise, David turned and took a few steps down the hall to Dakota's threshold.

She opened the doorway and Saint David stepped inside. She walked helping hand in handwriting with David as he headed towards her bed.

"St. 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 St. David down and turned the quilt back as Jacques Louis David gently got into her bed. She was quite surprised as he had never slept one bit in her bed, but she had spent many nighttime in his bed.

Once he got well-heeled 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 common fleck, her back facing him and her cunning 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 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 discipline for Jacques Louis David. She didn't see him in her bathroom. She quickly jumped into the shower and took a quick shower, maybe 3 minutes long. When she was through, she dried off and got dressed.

She walked out of her bedroom and over to David's bedroom. She gently opened the doorway to see David sitting quietly on Jill's side of their bed. She walked quietly over to Jacques Louis David. She sat on the bed future 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 assist you,"Dakota said to him in a silence low tone, almost a whisper.

Dakota stood up and took St. David by the bridge player and lead him out of the sleeping accommodation. Once they were in the hallway, she led him toward the dining way. Bobby asked what he would care for breakfast. Dakota ordered scrambled eggs for David and herself. Bobby asked if they would like some goner to go along with the eggs, Dakota readily agreed.

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

When Bobby finished the eggs and toast, every single dame 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 David pushed his orchis 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 soda water open Sharon will stick a fork full of eggs in your mouth,"Dakota says to Jacques Louis David smiling the unanimous time.

That got Jacques Louis David to eat a forkful of eggs, reluctantly of track. Bobby brought over a chicken feed of pineapple plant succus and put it on the table in front line of St. David. Out of habit, Jacques Louis David took a big sip of the juice.

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

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

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

As Jacques Louis David looked around at all the madam, for the first metre he really noticed how a good deal Dakota and Diane were showing their pregnancies. Saint John was extremely attentive to his wife.

Jacques Louis David felt often like heel, thinking More of himself than the char 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 champion, lover, and father. He decided that multitude such as Dakota who have spent virtually every waking minute helping him needed to be cherished. He also thought about his protégé, John. He thought about how John has grown from a college guy that would be used the work nookie lots like people use salt to this man that he sees before him now taking care of his married woman and trying to learn from Saint David everything he can.

"Hey David,"St. 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 mo, I don't think so,"David said.

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

St. John the Apostle finished his jumble ballock and threw his report 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 a lot 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 hospital rounds this morning, probably before lunchtime. That made Saint David smile a bit. Thankfully Dakota, as usual, was taking care of so a great deal for David.

Amy handled the countless number of phone vociferation from news media, people in the caller, and early general admirer who just wanted to broadcast their condolences. Amy got a notepad out and began writing the names, phone bit, and cause for the calls. She was allowing NO ONE to verbalise to Saint David directly.

She did claim a song from particular Agent Fernandez letting Jacques Louis David know that city law will be conducting the post-mortem on Jill and the child, but the FBI will manage the resolution to ensure the routine is done right. Mariana, his wife, and David's employee really didn't know if she was supposed to stay fresh going to the Hawk or not. Amy told her to feel loose to come to the Chateau and that there would be trivial to no federal agency duty for the future week.

Jennifer, Sharon, and Paula all made outgoing calls to get small things off of Dakota's plate in trying to handle Jacques Louis David. Paula had a limousine sent to the theatre and picked up the limo that was in the service department.

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

Sharon was calling all of the mortarboard staff and telling them that the part would be closed for a few mean solar day and that everyone would be getting the time off with pay. All of the stave sent their best compliments to David through Sharon.

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

As St. David sat in the TV way, he couldn't even watch TV as the news about Jill's murder was the leading story on all the intelligence 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 attend around doing virtually nothing.

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

Next to David, was Dakota. She was like the level spotter observation over David. Still, the phone calls kept coming. Amy had taken so many phone song that she finally asked for assistance. Diane sat down next to Amy. Jennifer put a phone in front of Diane along with a voluted notebook and pencil.

Bobby and Sammy asked Dakota what they should be making for Jacques Louis David and the family for lunch. 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 bread. They pulled out a rotisserie chicken out of the fridge and stripped all the meat off the bird. Sammy began to make the BASIC for the chicken noodle soup. Bobby began cutting the boodle into several sub sandwiches. He got out the sliced meats of salami, Meleagris gallopavo, and ham. He put mustard and mayonnaise on each half of the bread along with slice up Lycopersicon esculentum and dough. They did slice up some sweetness onions for those who might want onion on their sandwich.

CHAPTER 4

Dr. Ronda started listening to David's nerve and external respiration with her stethoscope. She pulled out her blood force per unit area cuff and checked him. She had a few dubiousness for David, which he didn't answer. Instead, Dakota answered the questions for David. Although Dr. Ronda would take rather had David answer them.

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

Fred sat future to Saint David for a spell. He whispered to St. David that he should spend some meter at the gun range to work off the choler and thus be prepared if they are attacked ever again. David nodded in acceptance.

Bobby and Sammy decided to wangle some steaks for dinner party along with baked Solanum tuberosum and a courteous big salad with homemade ranch dressing and an Italian dressing useable. In addition, they also had steamed broccoli with a liquidity crisis of fresh lemon.

One of the female SS broker came over an sat down next to Jacques Louis David. She was apologizing for not protecting Jill and go on her from getting killed. Dakota answered for him telling the SS agent that it was a surprise trap, and no one can protect person 100 % of the time. The federal agent still apologized and got up and went into the kitchen.

As dinner party approached, Fred announced that there would be two sessions at the shooting range later this week. Dakota readily agreed and offered to guide David and ascertain that he did OK.

About mid-afternoon, 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 word wall socket. Everyone heard the news eggbeater fly overhead to get depiction of the mansion and the courtyard.

Donna instead turned on their DVD thespian and put the movie ‘ Secondhand Leo the Lion'in to try and ease the deject mood in the house. Many of the women smiled when they saw the movie that was put into the instrumentalist. Since Jacques Louis David was still sitting in his chairman at the dining room table, Donna held him by the spike from behind and kissed him on the top of the chief, making sure to tussle his fuzz trying to be funny. This did cause him to smile a bit.

About 4:30 pm, Saint David got up and took a spot on the couch in the TV way. He sat there for about 15 bit before he got up and headed up to the spot to agree his e-mail. When he logged on, he saw that he had about 850 e-mail. He was afraid to give Jill's computer, fearing that it would be too emotional for him. As he sat in front of his computing machine, he began to guess about who would exchange Jill as the Director of Financial affairs.

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

David began sorting through the e-mail. The first one that caught his eye was one from the recording studio apartment. They were having topic and didn't know who to move around to for solution. St. David suggested in a return email 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 long listing of requirements for a new Director of Financial affairs. Hopefully, Mr. Burgundy will feature a couple of qualified people to send to him.

From there he eliminated all the duplicate electronic mail and began to say and delete the read-only electronic 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 gobs of electronic mail and read many more,"David replied.

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

In David's mind, dinner party sounded effective, so he headed over to the dining way table. He sat in his usual chair and Dakota sat on his right. All the house appendage came to the table and chose a chair, however, no one sat in the chair that Jill usually sat in on the left side of David. He just stared at the chair, 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 collection plate full of food from Bobby and Sammy. However, without David even getting up from the table, Dakota brought him dinner.

The unanimous group seemed very subdued with Jill gone. As everyone was finishing dinner party, John got up and walked over to Saint David. He pulled a professorship up next to David.

"Hey foreman, I have an mind for you to cogitate about,"John said.

"What is it ?"Jacques Louis David replied.

"Um, well I was thinking that with two gentlewoman still pregnant here, maybe you should set up a legacy for Jill,"John 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 masses, such as 1 parents who are struggling to make ends meet and do it all in Jill's name,"whoremaster suggested.

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

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

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

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

"I was thinking about 100 million."

"WOW, 100 million ? Do you possess anyone in psyche to run the 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 tone 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 present them quality employment."

Jennifer says,"What about Melanie overseeing the project with Allison and Belinda doing the grunt work. Mom has a foresighted chronicle with large amounts of money, and she could make for half-time keeping Belinda and Allison in check 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 hawk. We will call the lawyer and ask them about setting this projection up. Speaking of the lawyer, we got a letter of the alphabet from them today telling us that we are going to sue the insurance policy society that has refused to cover the fire. They sent us a 31-page letter explaining their positioning ( the insurance society's locating ). Our attorney's position is that they agreed to cover the construction without an inspection and thus they should be paying for the terms. The letter also said that when the fire department completes its investigating, they will send us a report and we will pursue the proper insurance troupe 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 ear 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 peeress could sit while I talked to them.

"gentlewoman, I have a marriage offer for the three of you,"I said to them.

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

"I want to run with a project that lav 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 interesting,"Melanie said.

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

Melanie smiles indicating that she likes the approximation. Belinda and Allison were matter to but not quite as happy about the task as Melanie.

"Any questions madam ?"I asked.

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

"Of grade,"I replied.

This made Allison smile more.

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

"Of course of instruction, 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 hours a calendar week. Of path, there will be particular hebdomad where you may have to work a bit more, but that shouldn't be More than a couple of calendar week a year,"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 accept 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 cakes for everyone to enjoy : drinking chocolate fudge, gamboge crème, and Carrot cake. All the ladies giggled with excitement seeing the patty. John Lackland, of course, got a gash for Diane then three slash for himself.

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