The Chauffeur ( # 61 ) A Shooting

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

It had been several weeks since we have heard of the Russian hombre as well as Horowitz and his set of criminals. 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 radical was out of business.

As the aurora rolled in, so did a thunderstorm. Not a lot of wind, but plenty of pelting, lightning, and thunder. I really didn't even want to forget 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. Saint John chose to repel his truck so he and Diane went to the hawk in his truck. The weather really was lousy. On the way to the war hawk, we came across scores of accidents, almost as if mass forgot how to drive in crappy weather.

What usually was about a 20-minute drive became an hour 's drive to get to the war 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 contract us to tiffin. I had that Italian space that Fred introduced us to in my head for luncheon as they always have bang-up food, and everyone seems relaxed and well-chosen to eat there.

We took the elevator up to our floor. Jill dialed up Diane to ensure that she and John were getting through the crappy 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 finish them up today. Donna went to her desk and began making sound telephone call as she was again working on the leverage of a new office pillar. This one was to be in Kentucky.

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

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

As Saint John the Apostle and Diane got off the lift, I saw Mariana also get off the lift with them, which made me feel better that she was able to safely get to work through the crappy weather.

As I made my way through the good morning phone calls, the storm outside seems to compound. split second of lightning and crashes of skag were unremitting. At one point, the lightness flickered in the mortarboard, but they never went out.

I got up from my computer and walked around the business office telling everyone that if they didn't need to be on their laptop to ride out off them. about of the position staff were capable to go to making phone calls and stay put off their calculator. A couple of staff penis needed to continue making phone calls.

toilet, as usual, was being his goofy self. He stood at one of the magnanimous windows watching the violent storm. Suddenly, a orotund lightning bolt hit the building across the street causing John to stick out back as the thunder was almost immediate.

Fred came up to the billet and suggested that we leave for the eating house 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 bit away from leaving for lunch. In my head, a big bowl of spaghetti and meatballs sounded good on this wet day.

John, of course, came over to my office to bespeak out that it was 11:30 am and prison term to result for lunch. It really wasn't a surprisal that lav was quick to allow for to go eat. He collected his wife, Diane, and they headed down the elevator to go over to the parking service department. The balance of us collected at the elevator and rode down together. It was nice seeing all the Lady in their cute raincoats and umbrellas.

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

Fred, of trend, was waiting at the limo with the indorse door heart-to-heart for us.

All the ma'am got into the limo followed by me. Fred closed the threshold and headed around to the device driver's seat to take us to lunch. 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 release to the street, a big motortruck came flying by and hit a puddle that splashed the unharmed front of the limousine. Fred had to put the contact arm on high speed to exonerate the window as quickly as possible.

Everyone seemed happy to be heading to the Italian restaurant for dejeuner. When we arrived all the ladies got out and quickly headed inside the eating place. When the owner saw us arrive, he greeted us warmly and brought out a yoke of field goal of toasted ail bread, which is always a delight.

All the lady were chatting away as the waitress worked her way around the table taking everyone's drink orders. 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 waiter's assistant 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 dejeuner co-worker. We ordered three extra-large pizzas. One was plain cheese, one was all meat, and the third base was chicken, mushroom-shaped cloud, and sweet Allium cepa. Everyone was delighted with the pizza pie ordered. Since it was a wet rainy day, we decided to sink on the common nursing bottle of chianti. Instead, everyone had a nice hot cup of deep brown.

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 agents to bring together us, which they did.

As we were eating, a couple of large round men came into the eating house and sat at a table. One of the SS agentive role wouldn't take her eye 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 seem as if the two-round guys were keeping an eye on us. We all got up and started toward the restaurant door. The madam 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 front door. Just as we were leaving the restaurant, a lightning bolt hit nearby, and the crack of thunder was immediate. There was a second base scissure just a moment after the inaugural sally.

Suddenly, I felt something maven by my left ear. One of the SS federal agent yelled for everyone to hit the soil. All the ladies dropped to the wet sidewalk as Thomas More things whizzed by us. Both SS agents withdrew their weapons and discharged them down the sidewalk towards 4 boastfully round men who were outside waiting for us.

Fred, who was standing in the rainwater, also withdrew his weapon and fired at the large men about 50 feet away from us on the pavement. lavatory 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 land. One of the SS agents dialed up 911 requesting paramedics and police. The owner of the eatery came outside with a smattering of towels to help stop the haemorrhage. Diane and the other SS agent took the towels and put them on the two big fix in her that blood was pouring out of onto the concrete sidewalk.

While it was only a few moment, it felt as if it was an hour or more. The two Male paramedical asked Diane and the SS agentive role to make a motion aside so they could work on Jill and her babe. I watched in astonied muteness as they shocked her heart to pop again. Dakota came over to me and stood next to me. She gently grasped my hand while the paramedics worked.

It took every bit of control not to fall to my knee joint right adjacent to Jill. The paramedic shocked Jill three separate times before she took an inhale breath, but it was very shallow. Once she began breathing, they put an O2 hosepipe under her nose to reach her continual oxygen.

While they were waiting for an ambulance, they were working on the two bullet cakehole that had an immense total of stock flowing out of her dead body. I didn't see it happen, but bathroom moved over succeeding to me and put his deal on my shoulder joint. At that mo I saw that the sidewalk was covered in rakehell 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 password, my eyes teared up and tears 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 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 attender unloaded a rolling stretcher and brought it over succeeding to her dead body. The paramedic stopped working on Jill for a instant to load her onto the rolling coping stone. Once she was loaded, the ambulance attendees lifted her up and rolled her into the back of the ambulance.

One of the paramedic got into the ambulance with the other ambulance concomitant. They both continued to bring on Jill frantically. The tender that didn't rise into the spine shut the rearwards doors and ran around to get into the device driver's posterior. They pulled out as the second paramedical cleaned up their equipment and loaded it back into the paramedic vehicle.

As he pulled out, I stood there stunned not knowing what to do. Dakota walked me over to the limo putting me in the backrest. Everyone else got in after me. whoremaster and Diane went to his hand truck which was only a few substructure away. Fred closed the bet on door and headed towards the hospital with all of us.

I don't really know how foresighted the drive from the eating house was to the hospital. When we arrived, Fred pulled the limo next to the ER entry doors. All the ladies got out of the fomite and went inside. Dakota had to exact 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 reply. Dakota never let go of my hand and walked me towards the exam room that the guard duty told her.

When we got there, it was the like 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 nanny pulling a white sheet over Jill's head. At that very moment, my knees buckled underneath me, and I fell to the floor. Dakota sat on the floor with me just hugging me.

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

As St. John the Apostle walked around me, he saw the blanched plane over Jill's face. He knew that nothing trade 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 child are dead.

Just as she finished telling the chemical group, several urban center police officer entered the ER. Diane overheard them ask where the group for Jill Greene would be. Diane went over to the officers and introduced herself. She took two of the officer to the radical that was waiting in the ER waiting domain. After that, she took the remaining two officer down the hall to the test room where Jill's eubstance was still laying with a mainsheet over her face.

I saw Diane leading the police officer down the hallway towards me and Dakota. She helped me up off the storey, however, my knees were still very light, so she leaned me against the bulwark to help me ride out standing.

"hello Mr. Henry Graham Greene, I'm Sargent Don Major. We are here to investigate the shooting in front man of the Italian eating house,"the officer says to me.

I just stand there numb.

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

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

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

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

"Why would you want to hump police officer,"Dakota asked.

"We need to eff who shot and where the scene went,"he says.

"Well, 4 with child men were at the end of the sidewalk. When there was a large fling of smack then a 2nd sally which we thought was roaring as well, but it was their first guesswork at us. The heater went whizzing by us. Both of our confidential Service security hombre withdrew their weapons and returned fire,"she told the officer.

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

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

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

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

"Mr. Henry Graham 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 bang and began to walk me somewhere. Dakota took my handwriting and walked with John and me. They both walked me towards the grouping waiting for me in the ER wait way. I remember hearing a couple of the ma'am crying at the loss of Jill. I just couldn't bring myself to let any emotion show.

Fred must get seen us as the limo pulled up to the ER doorway and our group all walked out to the vehicle. Fred opened the indorse threshold and St. John the Apostle and Dakota pushed me into the car. John and Diane went to his truck while the rest of the ma'am 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 limo 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 theatre, everyone that was there said how sorry they were that we lost Jill and the infant. I felt numb from principal 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 strip me down. Once I was naked, she pushed me into the shower booth. 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 bend my nous down so she could shampoo my tomentum. I did everything that she asked of me, but I was still in a huge daze.

When the cascade was over, Dakota turned the pee off and stepped out of the shower bath to catch a brace of clean dry towels. At initiative, she used one to dry me off. When I was dry, she used the former one to dry herself off. When we were both dry, she walked us out of the bathroom to my sleeping accommodation. She opened the vanity drawer and pulled out a pair of basketball game drawers. She had me abuse into them. After they were on my organic structure, she opened another draftsman 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 hand and walked me out to the TV room. I remember looking at the clock on my dresser. It read at 8:30 pm. It had been almost 9 hours since I had something to eat and about 7 hours since Jill died.

Did she die because of me ?

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

What am I going to do without her ?

As these questions were swirling around in my point, Melanie came to me and put her weapon system 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 room where most of our radical was sitting. When we reached the TV elbow room, Paula and Amy got up off the couch and put their arms around me telling me how sorry they were for the loss of Jill and the baby.

"Boss, 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 next to me and hugging me. All of them told me how sorry they were for losing Jill and the child. Every time mortal said something that the final stage look of Jill covered by that flannel tack kept burning a pickle in my brain.

I was torn between being woeful and raging. 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 managing director in NY and let them know that Jill was murdered today. They told her to let them have a go at it 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 married man into keeping an eye on the investigating by City Police.

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

As David sat on the lounge, his son showed up at the logic gate asking to see his beginner. Amy pushed to proper clit to let him ram into the court. Sharon was waiting for him at the front doorway. 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 seat on the loveseat.

"Hey Dad,"Michael said.

David did not respond at all. He turned his head word, 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 Lady, both chefs, Fred, Melanie, toilet and Diane, and even Michael wished him a expert nighttime's sleep, even though everyone knew that having a unspoilt night's sleep was virtually impossible.

Dakota took his mitt and led him to the chamber. When David reached the room access 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 take in the for the first time movement into his bedchamber. Much to Dakota's surprise, David turned and took a few steps down the hall to Dakota's doorway.

She opened the doorway and Saint David stepped inside. She walked script in mitt with St. David as he headed towards her bed.

"David, is everything OK ?"Dakota asked.

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

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

Once he got well-off in her bed, it took about 5 moment for him to fall asleep, which truly surprised her. She stripped down and got into the bed with him. She took her common post, her back facing him and her precious short ass wiggled up against him. He put one arm around her and pulled her in tightly. It didn't get very long before she heard gently snoring out of Saint David, which made her smile that he was getting some passive 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 see to it for David. She didn't see him in her toilet. She quickly jumped into the shower and took a promptly shower, maybe 3 minutes long. When she was through, she dried off and got dressed.

She walked out of her bedroom and over to Saint David's bedroom. She gently opened the door to see David sitting quietly on Jill's side of their bed. She walked quietly over to David. She sat on the bed following 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 prosperous. Everyone is here to avail you,"Dakota said to him in a quiet low timber, almost a whisper.

Dakota stood up and took David by the script 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 orchis for David and herself. Bobby asked if they would wish some toast to go along with the ball, Dakota readily agreed.

As the eggs were cooking, various of the ladies made their way to the kitchen looking for coffee berry. 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 pledge, every individual lady that was up, came over to Saint David and gave him a smack on the cheek.

Dakota sat next to David carefully quietly watching as David pushed his testicle around on his plate.

"Hun, you have to eat something. I know you really aren't hungry, but it is crucial. Don't make me squeeze your nose closed and when your mouth pops spread out Sharon will stay put a forking full of eggs in your mouth,"Dakota says to David smiling the whole time.

That got David to eat a forkful of eggs, reluctantly of course of instruction. Bobby brought over a glassful of Ananas comosus juice and put it on the table in front of Saint David. Out of drug abuse, Saint David took a big sip of the juice.

"What do I do about Jill's stuff and nonsense ? Do I get down removing it from our bedchamber or is it too soon ?"David asks Dakota.

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

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

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

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

Just then, David made a promise to himself that he would be a better ally, buff, and father. He decided that citizenry such as Dakota who have spent virtually every waking moment helping him needed to be cherished. He also thought about his protégé, John. He thought about how John has grown from a college guy that would be used the oeuvre fuck much like people use salt to this man that he sees before him now taking aid of his married woman and trying to learn from Saint David everything he can.

"Hey St. David,"John said.

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

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

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

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

John the Evangelist finished his scrambled ballock and threw his newspaper plate in the garbage when it was hollow. He took Diane's plate as well since she finished first. He did pour Diane a new cup of coffee even though Dr. Ronda had warned against too much caffeine.

Dr. Ronda, Saint David 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 sunup, probably before lunchtime. That made David smile a bit. Thankfully Dakota, as usual, was taking care of so much for Saint David.

Amy handled the countless identification number of earphone calls from news media, people in the company, and other worldwide champion who just wanted to send their condolences. Amy got a notepad out and began writing the names, phone numbers, and reasonableness for the calls. She was allowing NO ONE to speak to Jacques Louis David directly.

She did take a call from Special Agent Fernandez letting David know that city Police will be conducting the post-mortem examination on Jill and the sister, but the FBI will oversee the results to ensure the subroutine is done right. Mariana, his wife, and David's employee really didn't know if she was supposed to keep going to the Hawk or not. Amy told her to feel liberate to come in to the Chateau and that there would be trivial to no bureau duties for the next week.

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

Jennifer called the people that she was talking with regarding the pending agency pillar purchases.

Sharon was calling all of the hawk faculty and telling them that the function would be closed for a few days and that everyone would be getting the time off with pay. All of the stave sent their in effect wishes to David through Sharon.

Everyone, including the porn Twin Falls, really had no mind how to handle Saint David. The finish time anyone saw Jacques Louis David this way was when Jill was in the hospital. However, now she is gone, and David's pith is broken. The only when thing that is keeping him even remotely sane is Dakota.

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

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

As the morning time became later, Dr. Ronda showed up at the Chateau. Amy poked the essential push to earmark Ronda inside the outer logic 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 Jacques Louis David.

Next to St. David, was Dakota. She was like the unwavering sentinel observation over Saint David. Still, the earphone calls kept coming. Amy had taken so many sound telephone call that she finally asked for assistance. Diane sat down succeeding to Amy. Jennifer put a speech sound in battlefront of Diane along with a spiral notebook and pencil.

Bobby and Sammy asked Dakota what they should be making for Jacques Louis David and the class for lunch. Dakota suggested sub sandwiches and maybe some soup. Bobby and Sammy had an approximation of what to make. They brought out several loaf of bread of long Daniel Chester French bread. They pulled out a rotisserie chicken out of the electric refrigerator and stripped all the meat off the bird. Sammy began to build the basics for the chicken noodle soup. Bobby began cutting the bread into several sub sandwiches. He got out the sliced core of salami, Turkey, and ham. He put mustard and mayonnaise on each half of the lolly along with sliced tomato plant and lucre. They did slice up some mellifluous onion plant for those who might require onion plant on their sandwich.

CHAPTER 4

Dr. Ronda started listening to David's middle and breathing with her stethoscope. She pulled out her descent pressing cuff and checked him. She had a few interrogative for David, which he didn't answer. Instead, Dakota answered the questions for St. David. Although Dr. Ronda would ingest rather had David serve them.

As the day wore on, David's mood really didn't variety. Dr. Ronda left the Chateau for a while only to return about dinner time. David did contend a grin when he saw Ronda coming back.

Fred sat next to David for a spell. He whispered to St. David that he should spend some time at the gun reach to function off the angriness and thus be prepared if they are attacked ever again. Saint David nodded in acceptance.

Bobby and Sammy decided to cook some steaks for dinner along with baked murphy and a dainty big salad with homemade ranch fertilisation and an Italian dressing available. In addition, they also had steamed Brassica oleracea italica with a squeeze of fresh lemon.

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

As dinner approached, Fred announced that there would be two Roger Huntington Sessions at the shooting range later this workweek. Dakota readily agreed and offered to manoeuvre Saint David and guarantee 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 airwave and all the news show issue. Everyone heard the news show helicopters fly overhead to get ikon of the family and the courtyard.

Donna instead turned on their DVD player and put the picture ‘ Secondhand Lions'in to try and alleviate the lower mood in the house. Many of the women smiled when they saw the movie that was put into the actor. Since David was still sitting in his chair at the dining room table, Donna held him by the ear from behind and kissed him on the top of the head, making sure to muss his hair trying to be funny. This did induce him to smile a bit.

About 4:30 pm, David got up and took a spot on the sofa in the TV room. He sat there for about 15 moment 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 information processing system, fearing that it would be too emotional for him. As he sat in front of his computer, he began to think about who would replace Jill as the Director of Financial affairs.

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

David began sorting through the electronic mail. The first one that caught his eye was one from the transcription studio. They were having matter and didn't know who to call on to for resolution. David suggested in a return e-mail that they go to Mike Booker.

St. David also sent an email to Dave Burgundy a headhunter that he has used before. He made a long inclination of requirements for a new Director of Financial function. Hopefully, Mr. burgundy will ingest a mates of restricted people to send to him.

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

"Are you doing OK ?"she asked.

"I guess. I answered lots of email and register many More,"David replied.

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

In David's mind, dinner party sounded good, so he headed over to the dining room table. He sat in his usual chair and Dakota sat on his right. All the house members came to the board and chose a electric chair, however, no one sat in the death chair that Jill usually sat in on the remaining side of meat of David. He just stared at the electric 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 home plate full of food for thought from Bobby and Sammy. However, without David even getting up from the tabular array, Dakota brought him dinner.

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

"Hey hirer, I have an idea for you to think about,"Gospel According to John said.

"What is it ?"Jacques Louis David replied.

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

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

"Put about 10 million into a project that would return the money away to certain case of people, such as individual parents who are struggling to make end meet and do it all in Jill's epithet,"John suggested.

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

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

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

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

"I was thinking about 100 million."

"WOW, 100 million ? Do you give birth anyone in mind to run the curriculum ?"Jennifer asked.

"well, my world-class 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 and this projection would give them quality employment."

Jennifer says,"What about Melanie overseeing the project with Allison and Belinda doing the grunt work. Mom has a yearn story with large amounts of money, and she could work part-time keeping Belinda and Allison in tab 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 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 project up. Speaking of the lawyers, we got a letter from them today telling us that we are going to sue the insurance companionship that has refused to cover the firing. They sent us a 31-page letter explaining their positioning ( the insurance party's berth ). Our attorney's position is that they agreed to cover up the construction without an inspection and thus they should be paying for the legal injury. The letter also said that when the flaming department completes its investigation, they will send us a report and we will pursue the proper insurance policy troupe 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 number to my end of the table.

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

"lady, I have a proposal of marriage for the three of you,"I said to them.

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

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

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

"We form a good-hearted brass, dump a clustering of money into the project and let Melanie run the unhurt thing with Allison and Belinda being functional managers."

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

"Any doubt ladies ?"I asked.

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

"Of course,"I replied.

This made Allison smile more.

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

"Of trend, you would be getting paid. I don't remember what you're making now, but how about I double your pay to demand on this project ? Also, maybe about 30 time of day a workweek. Of class, there will be special workweek where you may feature to act a bit more, but that shouldn't be more than a couple of weeks a twelvemonth,"I tell Belinda which caused her to smile her beautiful smile.

The three ladies looked at each other and all shook their oral sex in concord that they would consent the bid positions. Each dame got up and walked over to John the Divine and all three of them kissed him and thanked him for his idea.

As the even went on, Sammy brought out three cake for everyone to enjoy : cocoa fudge, stinker crème, and carrot cake. All the ladies giggled with excitement seeing the bar. John, of course, got a cut for Diane then three slices for himself.

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