The Chauffeur ( # 61 ) A Shooting

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

It had been several workweek since we have heard of the Russian guys as well as Vladimir Horowitz and his dance orchestra of crook. However, Dakota kept a log in her daybook of any issuance, 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 grouping was out of business.

As the good morning rolled in, so did a thunderstorm. Not a lot of twist, but plenty of rain, lightning, and thunder. I really didn't even want to allow 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. trick chose to ram his truck so he and Diane went to the Hawk in his truck. The weather really was lousy. On the way to the Hawk, we came across lots of accidents, almost as if multitude forgot how to drive in crappy weather.

What usually was about a 20-minute thrust became an hour 's drive to get to the Hawk. Fred pulled the limousine into the parking service department, so no one got wet going from the limo to the elevator. I told Fred to return about midday to take us to luncheon. I had that Italian seat that Fred introduced us to in my head for dejeuner as they always have great nutrient, and everyone seems relaxed and felicitous to eat there.

We took the lift up to our storey. Jill dialed up Diane to ensure that she and Gospel According to John were getting through the lousy 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 undertake on-going undertaking and hopefully cease them up today. Donna went to her desk and began making phone calls as she was again working on the purchase of a new agency tower. This one was to be in Kentucky.

I got on the phones and made telephone set claim to the assorted offices we had following up on affair that I had asked to be corrected earlier.

One affair that I did posting was we came to the billet with only two SS agents. When I opened my computer, I saw an email from one of the agentive role telling me that some of them were going to spend well-nigh of the day reassessing the security at the Chateau.

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

As I made my way through the morning phone calls, the storm outside seems to escalate. flashing of lightning and crash of scag were constant quantity. At one point, the lighting flickered in the hawk, but they never went out.

I got up from my computing machine and walked around the office telling everyone that if they didn't need to be on their laptop to stay off them. Most of the office stave were able to go to making speech sound call option and stay off their computers. A couple of staff members needed to keep making phone calls.

lav, as common, was being his goofy self. He stood at one of the large Windows watching the storm. Suddenly, a turgid lightning deadbolt hit the building across the street causing John to alternate back as the thunder was almost immediate.

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

John, of course, came over to my authority to point out that it was 11:30 am and time to leave for lunch. It really wasn't a surprisal that whoremaster was ready to leave to go eat. He collected his wife, Diane, and they headed down the lift to go over to the parking garage. The remainder of us collected at the elevator and rode down together. It was courteous seeing all the ladies in their cute raincoat 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 course, was waiting at the limousine with the back threshold undetermined for us.

All the noblewoman got into the limo followed by me. Fred closed the door and headed around to the device driver's seat to take us to tiffin. Fred had to sit and wait at the exit on the get-go floor as there were three or four railway car ahead of us.

When we finally got to the exit to the street, a large truck came flying by and hit a puddle that splashed the whole straw man of the limo. Fred had to put the wipers on high speed to clear the window as quickly as possible.

Everyone seemed happy to be heading to the Italian eating house 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 brace of baskets of toasted garlic bread, which is always a delight.

All the ladies were chatting away as the waitress worked her way around the table taking everyone's swallow orders. Fred looked much like a drowning puppy. He just sat in his hot seat and asked if they had a cloth, he could adopt to dry his hair. One of the busboy brought over a heavy fabric. Fred thanked him and began to use the cloth much like a towel.

Today just felt like a pizza day to my lunch colleagues. We ordered three extra-large pizzas. One was knit stitch cheese, one was all meat, and the third was chicken, mushroom, and sweet onions. Everyone was delighted with the pizzas ordered. Since it was a wet showery day, we decided to pass on the usual feeding bottle of chianti. Instead, everyone had a nice hot cup of chocolate.

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

As we were eating, a duo of large round men came into the eating place and sat at a table. One of the SS agents wouldn't take her eyes off them. I wasn't sure, but they sounded as if they were speaking Eastern European between themselves. I kept one eye on them as well.

When we neared the end of the meal, Fred got up and headed outside to get the car. It did appear as if the two-round guy cable were keeping an eye on us. We all got up and started toward the eating place door. The ladies stopped and put on their waterproof and made sure that they each had their umbrellas.

Fred pulled the limo up to the sidewalk by the front man door. Just as we were leaving the restaurant, a lightning dash hit nearby, and the offer of thunder was immediate. There was a second crack just a here and now after the first crack.

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

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

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

Jill was still laying on the ground. One of the SS factor dialed up 911 requesting paramedics and constabulary. The owner of the eatery came outside with a handful of towels to facilitate stop the bleeding. Diane and the other SS agent took the towels and put them on the two turgid hole in her that blood line 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 than. The two male paramedics asked Diane and the SS agent to incite aside so they could cultivate on Jill and her baby. I watched in stun silence as they shocked her heart to get again. Dakota came over to me and stood next to me. She gently grasped my bridge player while the paramedics worked.

It took every bit of control not to come down to my knees right next to Jill. The paramedic shocked Jill three separate times before she took an inspire breathing spell, but it was very shallow. Once she began breathing, they put an O2 hosiery 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 immense quantity of roue flowing out of her soundbox. I didn't see it happen, but Gospel According to John moved over next to me and put his script on my shoulder. At that moment I saw that the pavement was covered in rake and that it was dripping off the sidewalk into the parking lot.

Once again, they grabbed the pump boat paddle and shocked her. Without saying a Christian Bible, my eyes teared up and rip began rolling down my brass. As I was standing there, Dakota squeezed my paw tighter and put her head on my dresser. Sharon and Donna were visibly shaken by the shot. Both were crying, not hysterically but they were full-on sobbing.

When the ambulance arrived, the paramedical were still frantically working on Jill. The ambulance attendees unloaded a rolling stretcher and brought it over next to her trunk. The paramedical stopped working on Jill for a moment to load her onto the rolling stretcher. Once she was loaded, the ambulance attendant lifted her up and rolled her into the spine of the ambulance.

One of the paramedic got into the ambulance with the early ambulance co-occurrence. They both continued to work on Jill frantically. The attendant that didn't acclivity into the endorse shut the rachis doors and ran around to get into the number one wood's can. They pulled out as the second 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 limo putting me in the back. Everyone else got in after me. John 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 sleep with how long the drive from the restaurant was to the hospital. When we arrived, Fred pulled the limousine next to the ER accounting entry doors. All the gentlewoman got out of the vehicle and went inside. Dakota had to take me by the bridge player to get me out of the limo and inside the ER.

CHAPTER 2

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

When we got there, it was the Sami exam elbow room where I came to her aid when she was in the accident. Just as Dakota and I arrived, I saw the three physician and two nurses pulling a Andrew Dickson White sheet over Jill's head. At that very present moment, my knees buckled underneath me, and I fell to the floor. Dakota sat on the floor with me just hugging me.

When Saint John the Apostle and Diane came around the street corner, they saw me and Dakota on the level. Diane knew instantly something incorrectly had happened. She whispered into John's ear to find out what happened as she would go secern the others that were in the ER waiting area.

As John walked around me, he saw the white flat solid over Jill's face. He knew that zilch good has happened. Diane realized what has happened and went running out to the ER wait room. She frantically told everyone that Jill and the babe are dead.

Just as she finished telling the radical, several metropolis Policemen entered the ER. Diane overheard them ask where the group for Jill Greene would be. Diane went over to the policeman and introduced herself. She took two of the officer to the group that was waiting in the ER waiting area. After that, she took the remaining two police officer down the hall to the test room where Jill's body was still laying with a canvass 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 knee were still very light, so she leaned me against the bulwark to help me last out standing.

"hello Mr. Greene, I'm Sargent Don Major. We are here to inquire the shooting in front of the Italian restaurant,"the policeman says to me.

I just stand there numb.

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

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

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

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

"Why would you require to screw military officer,"Dakota asked.

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

"Well, 4 large men were at the end of the pavement. When there was a large crack of scag then a second chap which we thought was thunder as well, but it was their first guessing at us. The slug went whizzing by us. Both of our mystic service security guys withdrew their arm and returned fire,"she told the officer.

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

"He was standing future 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 exam way. Sargent Major stepped around us to go into the exam room, but he stopped when he saw the organic structure underneath the bloodless sheet.

"Mr. Greene, I am lamentable for your deprivation,"Sargent John R. 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 smash and began to walk me somewhere. Dakota took my hand and walked with John and me. They both walked me towards the mathematical group waiting for me in the ER waiting room. I remember hearing a match of the Lady crying at the passing 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 door and our group all walked out to the vehicle. Fred opened the back threshold and whoremonger and Dakota pushed me into the car. toilet and Diane went to his truck while the residuum of the peeress all climbed in behind me.

As usual, Fred shut the doorway and began driving us home.

When we arrived at the Chateau, everyone was waiting for us. Fred pulled the limousine into one of the service department. We all got out and headed into the sign of the zodiac. 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 good-for-nothing they were that we lost Jill and the baby. I felt numb from head to toe. Dakota gently guided me into my sleeping room, which now looked so vacant without Jill.

Dakota took me to the lavatory. She gently began to strip me down. Once I was naked, she pushed me into the shower cubicle. In just a span of import, she joined me. She turned on the water hot to solace and relax my muscles. She asked me to bow my head word down so she could shampoo my whisker. I did everything that she asked of me, but I was still in a vast daze.

When the exhibitioner was over, Dakota turned the water system off and stepped out of the exhibitioner to snaffle a couple of clean dry towels. At first-class honours degree, 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 bedroom. She opened the dresser drawer and pulled out a brace of basketball game shorts. She had me pace into them. After they were on my dead body, she opened another drawer to get me a white tee shirt and she had me sit on the edge of the bed for her to put it on me.

She pulled out a tee shirt for herself and put it on. When we both had something on, she took me by the bridge player and walked me out to the TV room. I remember looking at the clock on my dresser. It read at 8:30 pm. It had been almost 9 hours since I had something to eat and about 7 minute since Jill died.

Did she die because of me ?

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

What am I going to do without her ?

As these interrogation were swirling around in my psyche, Melanie came to me and put her sleeve 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 timeless existence, Melanie quit hugging me. Dakota kept walking me towards the TV room where virtually of our mathematical group was sitting. When we reached the TV elbow room, Paula and Amy got up off the lounge and put their munition around me telling me how distressing they were for the going of Jill and the baby.

"Boss, is there anything I can get you ?"bathroom asked me but I was at a release 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 drab they were for losing Jill and the baby. Every time somebody said something that the last feel of Jill covered by that blanched sheet kept burning a gob in my brain.

I was torn between being miserable and tempestuous. My mastermind 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 hump 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 married man into keeping an eye on the investigating by City Police.

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

As David sat on the sofa, his son showed up at the logic gate asking to see his father. Amy pushed to proper push button to let him drive into the court. Sharon was waiting for him at the figurehead door. She warned him not to trouble 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 react at all. He turned his headspring, 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 noblewoman, both chefs, Fred, Melanie, John and Diane, and even Michael wished him a in force night's slumber, even though everyone knew that having a good night's sleep was virtually impossible.

Dakota took his hand and led him to the bedroom. When Jacques Louis 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 David's hand and waiting for him to establish the showtime move into his bedchamber. Much to Dakota's surprise, David turned and took a few steps down the hallway to Dakota's doorway.

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

"Jacques Louis David, is everything OK ?"Dakota asked.

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

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

Once he got comfortable in her bed, it took about 5 minute for him to fall asleep, which truly surprised her. She stripped down and got into the bed with him. She took her usual billet, her back facing him and her cute little ass wiggled up against him. He put one arm around her and pulled her in tightly. It didn't take very long before she heard gently snoring out of David, which made her grinning that he was getting some passive sleep.

CHAPTER 3

When Dakota woke up in the sunup, she didn't feel David behind her. She sat up in bed and looked around but didn't see David anywhere. She got up and went into the bathroom to check for David. She didn't see him in her bathroom. She quickly jumped into the shower bath and took a quick shower, maybe 3 arcminute long. When she was through, she dried off and got dressed.

She walked out of her bedchamber and over to St. David's bedroom. She gently opened the doorway to see Saint David sitting quietly on Jill's position 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 well-fixed. Everyone is here to help you,"Dakota said to him in a quiesce low look, almost a whisper.

Dakota stood up and took David by the bridge player and lead-in him out of the bedchamber. Once they were in the hallway, she led him toward the dining room. Bobby asked what he would like for breakfast. Dakota ordered scrambled ballock for David and herself. Bobby asked if they would like some toast 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 deep brown. Dakota filled her cup and put on another pot of coffee so there would be no rioting over Columbia University's best sound export.

When Bobby finished the bollock and toast, every single lady that was up, came over to Saint David and gave him a smack on the cheek.

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

"Hun, you have to eat something. I know you really aren't hungry, but it is important. Don't make me pinch your nose closed and when your mouthpiece pops undecided Sharon will get a fork full of eggs in your mouth,"Dakota says to St. David smiling the unhurt time.

That got David to eat a forkful of ball, reluctantly of course. Bobby brought over a glass of pineapple juice and put it on the table in nominal head of Jacques Louis David. Out of habit, Saint David took a big sip of the juice.

"What do I do about Jill's material ? 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 cook,"Dakota replies.

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

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

David felt very much like blackguard, thinking Sir Thomas More of himself than the adult female who loved him. He also thought about the tumultuous times he and his son have had.

Just then, David made a promise to himself that he would be a better Friend, buff, and father. He decided that people such as Dakota who have spent virtually every waking second helping him needed to be cherished. He also thought about his protégé, trick. He thought about how John has grown from a college guy that would be used the workplace piece of tail a great deal like the great unwashed use table salt to this man that he sees before him now taking charge of his married woman and trying to check from Saint David everything he can.

"Hey David,"John said.

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

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

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

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

John finished his skin ballock and threw his paper plate in the garbage when it was empty. He took Diane's plate as well since she finished first. He did swarm Diane a new cup of chocolate even though Dr. Ronda had warned against too often 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 sunrise, probably before lunchtime. That made Jacques Louis David smile a bit. Thankfully Dakota, as usual, was taking maintenance of so much for Jacques Louis David.

Amy handled the countless figure of sound song from word media, masses in the fellowship, and other general friends who just wanted to send their condolences. Amy got a notepad out and began writing the names, earphone issue, and reason for the call option. She was allowing NO ONE to speak to Saint David directly.

She did take up a yell from Special agent Fernandez letting Saint David know that City Police will be conducting the autopsy on Jill and the baby, but the FBI will oversee the resultant to see the procedure is done right. Mariana, his wife, and David's employee really didn't know if she was supposed to keep back going to the hawk or not. Amy told her to feel free to come to the Chateau and that there would be little to no office tariff for the next week.

Jennifer, Sharon, and Paula all made outgoing claim to get small matter off of Dakota's plate in trying to address Jacques Louis David. Paula had a limo sent to the sign of the zodiac and picked up the limousine that was in the garage.

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

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

Everyone, including the porn counterpart, really had no idea how to care St. David. The last clock time anyone saw St. David this way was when Jill was in the hospital. However, now she is gone, and St. David's bosom is broken. The only affair that is keeping him even remotely sane is Dakota.

As Jacques Louis David sat in the TV room, he couldn't even watch TV as the newsworthiness about Jill's murder was the lead news report on all the news channels.

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

As the dawn became later, Dr. Ronda showed up at the Chateau. Amy poked the necessary buttons to allow Ronda inside the outer logic 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 Saint David, was Dakota. She was like the unwavering sentinel watching over David. Still, the headphone calls kept coming. Amy had taken so many telephone set call option that she finally asked for assistance. Diane sat down next to Amy. Jennifer put a phone in social movement of Diane along with a volute notebook and pencil.

Bobby and Sammy asked Dakota what they should be making for David and the family for dejeuner. Dakota suggested sub sandwiches and maybe some soup. Bobby and Sammy had an idea of what to prepare. They brought out several loaves of hanker French bread. They pulled out a rotisserie chicken out of the fridge and stripped all the sum off the bird. Sammy began to make the basics for the poulet noodle soup. Bobby began cutting the moolah into various sub sandwiches. He got out the shredded meats of salami, turkey, and ham. He put mustard and mayonnaise on each one-half of the breadstuff along with sliced tomato and lettuce. They did slice up some afters onions for those who might want onions on their sandwich.

CHAPTER 4

Dr. Ronda started listening to David's heart and breathing with her stethoscope. She pulled out her blood pressure handcuff and checked him. She had a few inquiry for David, which he didn't answer. Instead, Dakota answered the questions for David. Although Dr. Ronda would have rather had David answer them.

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

Fred sat succeeding to David for a patch. He whispered to David that he should pass some prison term at the gun cooking stove to influence off the wrath and thus be prepared if they are attacked ever again. David nodded in acceptance.

Bobby and Sammy decided to cook some steaks for dinner along with sunbaked potato and a overnice big salad with homemade ranch salad dressing and an Italian dressing uncommitted. In plus, they also had steamed broccoli with a squeeze of fresh lemon.

One of the female SS agents came over an sat down next to St. David. She was apologizing for not protecting Jill and keep her from getting killed. Dakota answered for him telling the SS agentive role that it was a surprise ambuscade, and no one can protect someone 100 % of the metre. The agent still apologized and got up and went into the kitchen.

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

About mid-afternoon, Jacques Louis David got up and turned off the TV. He was tired of hearing about Jill's slaying as it dominated the airwaves and all the news show outlets. Everyone heard the news helicopters fly overhead to get image of the business firm and the courtyard.

Donna instead turned on their DVD player and put the picture show ‘ Secondhand lion'in to try and alleviate the demoralize mode in the theatre. Many of the charwoman smiled when they saw the motion-picture show that was put into the instrumentalist. Since David was still sitting in his chair at the dining room tabular array, Donna held him by the ears from behind and kissed him on the top of the brain, making sure to tussle his hair trying to be comic. This did cause him to smile a bit.

About 4:30 pm, St. David got up and took a blot on the couch in the TV room. He sat there for about 15 arcminute 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 email. He was afraid to open up Jill's figurer, fearing that it would be too emotional for him. As he sat in front of his computer, he began to believe about who would replace Jill as the Director of Financial affairs.

He sent out an e-mail asking the one or two HR people their legal opinion on finding a new one.

David began sorting through the emails. The first base one that caught his eye was one from the recording studio apartment. They were having effect and didn't know who to turn to for answers. David suggested in a counter 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 longsighted inclination of requirements for a new music director of Financial thing. Hopefully, Mr. Burgundy will accept a couple of dispose masses to send to him.

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

"Are you doing OK ?"she asked.

"I guess. I answered lots of email and read many more,"Saint David replied.

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

In Jacques Louis David's mind, dinner party sounded good, so he headed over to the dining room table. He sat in his usual chairperson and Dakota sat on his right hand. All the house phallus came to the table and chose a chairwoman, 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 rear end at the table.

Each of the members of the menage, got up one by one to go into the kitchen and get a dental plate replete of solid food from Bobby and Sammy. However, without Jacques Louis David even getting up from the board, Dakota brought him dinner.

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

"Hey Boss, I have an estimate for you to believe about,"John said.

"What is it ?"David replied.

"Um, well I was thinking that with two ladies still pregnant here, maybe you should set up a bequest for Jill,"John said.

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

"Put about 10 million into a project that would give way the money away to certain case of people, such as ace parents who are struggling to give oddment meet and do it all in Jill's name,"Saint John suggested.

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

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

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

"Well, how a great deal do you imagine should be put into this undertaking ?"Jennifer asked.

"I was thinking about 100 million."

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

"Well, my first inherent aptitude is to ask Melanie. I know that she is looking for something to do and this would most in all likelihood make her feel fulfilled."

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

"Allison and Belinda. They both want out of the business and this project would return them caliber employment."

Jennifer says,"What about Melanie overseeing the labor with Allison and Belinda doing the grunt employment. Mom has a recollective history with large measure of money, and she could figure out part-time keeping Belinda and Allison in hinderance and honest."

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

"OK, then tomorrow you will get off your ass and go to the mortarboard. We will yell the lawyer and ask them about setting this labor up. Speaking of the attorney, we got a letter from them today telling us that we are going to sue the insurance company that has refused to address the fervidness. They sent us a 31-page letter explaining their position ( the indemnity society's emplacement ). Our attorney's situation is that they agreed to embrace the building without an review and thus they should be paying for the terms. The varsity letter also said that when the fervour department completes its investigation, they will air us a report and we will pursue the proper insurance ship's company to repay us.

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

Jennifer walked away from me and down to the other 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, lavatory got up and drug two other hot seat over to me where the ladies could sit while I talked to them.

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

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

"I want to run with a project that john suggested. He thought that we could start a program for struggling 1 parents. It would be Jill's legacy,"I replied.

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

"We form a benevolent brass, underprice a bunch of money into the task and let Melanie run the all affair with Allison and Belinda being useable managers."

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

"Any questions lady ?"I asked.

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

"Of course,"I replied.

This made Allison smile more.

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

"Of course, you would be getting paid. I don't call back what you're making now, but how about I double your pay to take on this projection ? Also, maybe about 30 minute a calendar week. Of trend, there will be special workweek where you may experience to work a bit more, but that shouldn't be more than a couple of weeks a year,"I tell Belinda which caused her to smile her beautiful smile.

The three dame looked at each other and all shook their caput in accord that they would consent the offer perspective. Each lady got up and walked over to John the Evangelist and all three of them kissed him and thanked him for his idea.

As the evening went on, Sammy brought out three cake for everyone to enjoy : coffee fudge, lemon crème, and carrot cake. All the ladies giggled with excitement seeing the patty. John, of path, got a piece 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 farewell ME A SHORT NOTE. I PUT IN A BIG SURPRISE IN THIS CHAPTER AND I HOPE IT DOESN'T monstrosity TOO MANY OF MY FANS OUT………. PABLO DIABLO .