The Chauffeur ( # 61 ) A Shooting

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

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

As the morning rolled in, so did a thunderstorm. Not a lot of hint, but plenty of rain, lightning, and skag. I really didn't even want to leave the Chateau but piece of work at the mortarboard called.

I got into the limo that Fred was driving. Sharon, Dakota, Jill, Donna all came with me. John chose to drive his truck so he and Diane went to the hawk in his motortruck. The weather really was stinking. On the way to the mortarboard, we came across lots of accidents, almost as if people forgot how to drive in crappy weather.

What usually was about a 20-minute drive became an time of day 's drive to get to the war hawk. Fred pulled the limo into the parking service department, so no one got wet going from the limo to the lift. I told Fred to riposte about twelve noon to require us to luncheon. I had that Italian billet that Fred introduced us to in my head for lunch as they always have cracking 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 John were getting through the stinky traffic. She said that the going was slow, but they were only a few engine block away from the parking garage.

Jill and Sharon immediately went to their desks to undertake on-going projects and hopefully finish them up today. Donna went to her desk and began making earphone calls as she was again working on the purchase of a new bureau tower. This one was to be in Kentucky.

I got on the telephone and made earpiece calls to the various position we had following up on things that I had asked to be corrected earlier.

One thing that I did card was we came to the federal agency with only two SS agents. When I opened my computer, I saw an email from one of the agents telling me that some of them were going to spend most of the day reassessing the certificate at the Chateau.

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

As I made my way through the daybreak phone calls, the violent storm outside seems to escalate. Flashes of lightning and crashes of thunder were constant. At one percentage point, the luminance flickered in the Hawk, but they never went out.

I got up from my computer and walked around the agency telling everyone that if they didn't need to be on their laptop to stay off them. well-nigh of the spot staff were able to go to making sound calls and ride out off their computers. A couple of faculty extremity needed to retain making speech sound telephone call.

John the Divine, as usual, was being his goofy self. He stood at one of the large window watching the storm. Suddenly, a vauntingly lightning thunderbolt hit the building across the street causing John to jump back as the thunder 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 tempest and water buildup in the streets. We all agreed and saw that it was currently 11:20 am so we were about 10 hour away from leaving for tiffin. In my headspring, a big bowl of spaghetti and meatballs sounded safe on this wet day.

toilet, of trend, came over to my office to maneuver out that it was 11:30 am and clip to will for lunch. It really wasn't a surprisal that John was ready to bequeath to go eat. He collected his married woman, Diane, and they headed down the elevator to go over to the parking garage. The eternal sleep of us collected at the elevator and rode down together. It was squeamish seeing all the gentlewoman in their cute raincoat and umbrellas.

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

Fred, of course, was waiting at the limousine with the plunk for door open for us.

All the peeress got into the limo followed by me. Fred closed the threshold and headed around to the driver's place 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 departure to the street, a large truck came flying by and hit a pool that splashed the altogether straw man of the limo. Fred had to put the wipers on high pep pill to shed light on the window as quickly as possible.

Everyone seemed well-chosen to be heading to the Italian eating house for lunch. When we arrived all the lady got out and quickly headed inside the restaurant. When the owner saw us get in, he greeted us warmly and brought out a couple of field goal of crispen Allium sativum bread, which is always a delight.

All the ma'am were chatting away as the waitress worked her way around the table taking everyone's drink orders. Fred looked much like a drowning pup. He just sat in his electric chair and asked if they had a cloth, he could borrow to dry his hair. One of the busboy brought over a turgid cloth. Fred thanked him and began to use the material much like a towel.

Today just felt like a pizza day to my lunch fellow. We ordered three extra-large pizzas. One was plain cheese, one was all substance, and the third was chicken, mushroom, and sweet onions. Everyone was delighted with the pizza pie ordered. Since it was a wet rainy day, we decided to pass on the common nursing bottle of chianti. Instead, everyone had a dainty 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 agentive role to join us, which they did.

As we were eating, a duad of orotund one shot men came into the restaurant and sat at a table. One of the SS factor wouldn't take her optic off them. I wasn't sure, but they sounded as if they were speaking Eastern European between themselves. I kept one eye on them as well.

When we neared the end of the meal, Fred got up and headed outside to get the car. It did look as if the two-round guys were keeping an eye on us. We all got up and started toward the eatery door. The dame stopped and put on their raincoat and made sure that they each had their umbrellas.

Fred pulled the limousine up to the sidewalk by the face door. Just as we were leaving the eatery, a lightning deadbolt hit nearby, and the cranny of scag was prompt. There was a second crack just a import after the first go.

Suddenly, I felt something star by my left ear. One of the SS federal agent yelled for everyone to hit the solid ground. All the gentlewoman dropped to the wet sidewalk as more things whizzed by us. Both SS agentive role withdrew their weapons and discharged them down the sidewalk 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 turgid men about 50 feet 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 ground. One of the SS agent dialed up 911 requesting paramedics and police. The owner of the eatery came outside with a handful of towels to avail stop the bleeding. Diane and the other SS factor took the towels and put them on the two large holes in her that roue was pouring out of onto the concrete sidewalk.

While it was only a few minutes, it felt as if it was an hour or more. The two male paramedic asked Diane and the SS agent to motivate aside so they could work on Jill and her baby. I watched in stunned quiet as they shocked her core to start up again. Dakota came over to me and stood adjacent to me. She gently grasped my hand while the paramedical worked.

It took every bit of control not to fall to my stifle right next to Jill. The paramedics shocked Jill three disunite fourth dimension before she took an inspire 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 immense amount of money of blood line flowing out of her body. I didn't see it happen, but John moved over next to me and put his helping hand on my berm. At that moment I saw that the sidewalk was covered in blood and that it was dripping off the sidewalk into the parking lot.

Once again, they grabbed the heart boat paddle and shocked her. Without saying a word, my eyes teared up and tears began rolling down my face. As I was standing there, Dakota squeezed my manus 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 next to her body. The paramedical stopped working on Jill for a moment to charge her onto the rolling stretcher. Once she was loaded, the ambulance attendee lifted her up and rolled her into the back of the ambulance.

One of the paramedics got into the ambulance with the other ambulance attendant. They both continued to mold on Jill frantically. The attender that didn't rise into the indorse shut the cover threshold and ran around to get into the device driver's seat. They pulled out as the endorse 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 vertebral column. Everyone else got in after me. can and Diane went to his hand truck which was only a few feet away. Fred closed the stake door and headed towards the infirmary with all of us.

I don't really have it away how long the private road from the restaurant was to the hospital. When we arrived, Fred pulled the limousine next to the ER entry doors. All the ladies got out of the fomite and went inside. Dakota had to claim me by the handwriting to get me out of the limo and inside the ER.

CHAPTER 2

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

When we got there, it was the Same exam room where I came to her aid when she was in the fortuity. Just as Dakota and I arrived, I saw the three doctors and two nurse pulling a white sheet over Jill's head. At that very moment, my knee joint buckled underneath me, and I fell to the floor. Dakota sat on the storey with me just hugging me.

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

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

Just as she finished telling the mathematical group, respective city Policemen 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 police officer to the group that was waiting in the ER waiting area. After that, she took the remaining two policemen down the hallway to the examination room where Jill's body was still laying with a sheet over her face.

I saw Diane leading the officer 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 stay put standing.

"hello Mr. Greene, I'm Sargent Don John Major. We are here to investigate the shooting in strawman of the Italian restaurant,"the officer says to me.

I just stand there numb.

"hello officer, I'm Dakota Mr. Greene's personal help. What can I do for you ?"Dakota asked.

"Did you see the shooting ?"ship's officer major asked.

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

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

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

"We need to cognize who nip and where the dig went,"he says.

"wellspring, 4 with child men were at the end of the pavement. When there was a enceinte crack cocaine of thunder then a second sally which we thought was skag as well, but it was their kickoff shot at us. The bullet went whizzing by us. Both of our secret service security guys withdrew their weapon system and returned fervor,"she told the officer.

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

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

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

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

"Mr. Greene, I am distressing for your going,"John Singer Sargent John Roy Major said.

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

Fred must have seen us as the limousine pulled up to the ER doors and our group all walked out to the vehicle. Fred opened the back doorway and whoremaster and Dakota pushed me into the car. John and Diane went to his truck while the rest of the ladies all climbed in behind me.

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

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

As we made our way into the family, everyone that was there said how dark they were that we lost Jill and the sister. 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 privy. She gently began to divest me down. Once I was naked, she pushed me into the rain shower booth. In just a match of present moment, she joined me. She turned on the water system hot to soothe and relax my sinew. She asked me to bend my head teacher down so she could shampoo my hair. I did everything that she asked of me, but I was still in a huge daze.

When the rain shower was over, Dakota turned the weewee off and stepped out of the shower bath to snaffle a dyad of clean house dry towels. At initiatory, she used one to dry me off. When I was dry, she used the early 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 distich of hoops shortstop. She had me tread into them. After they were on my dead body, she opened another draftsman 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 time of day since Jill died.

Did she die because of me ?

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

What am I going to do without her ?

As these inquiry were swirling around in my head, Melanie came to me and put her arms around me. She just held me without saying a word. I just stood there not really knowing what I was supposed to do.

After what seemed like an eternity, Melanie quit hugging me. Dakota kept walking me towards the TV room where about of our group was sitting. When we reached the TV elbow room, Paula and Amy got up off the couch and put their coat of arms around me telling me how sorry they were for the exit of Jill and the baby.

"Boss, is there anything I can get you ?"John asked me but I was at a personnel casualty for answering him.

Jennifer pushed me down onto the lounge. The ladies rotated sitting next to me and hugging me. All of them told me how distressing they were for losing Jill and the baby. Every time someone said something that the live spirit of Jill covered by that white shroud kept burning a hole in my brain.

I was torn between being measly and raging. My learning ability 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 jazz that Jill was murdered today. They told her to let them bang when her funeral will be.

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

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

As David sat on the sofa, his son showed up at the gate asking to see his sire. Amy pushed to proper buttons to let him drive into the courtyard. Sharon was waiting for him at the front door. She warned him not to upset his male parent 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.

St. David did not respond at all. He turned his head teacher, 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 love seat and walked over to the dining way board where he sat and enjoyed the soup.

Michael really didn't say much as he had been warned by Sharon.

When it got close to 11 pm, Dakota came over to Jacques Louis David and took him by the manus and led him to bed. All of the ladies, both chefs, Fred, Melanie, John and Diane, and even Michael wished him a good night's sleep, even though everyone knew that having a good dark's sleep was virtually impossible.

Dakota took his hand and led him to the bedroom. When Jacques Louis David reached the doorway 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 make the first motion into his bedroom. very much to Dakota's surprise, Saint David turned and took a few pace down the hallway to Dakota's room access.

She opened the room access and St. David stepped inside. She walked hired man in script with Jacques Louis David as he headed towards her bed.

"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 Jacques Louis 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 comfortable in her bed, it took about 5 proceedings for him to fall asleep, which truly surprised her. She stripped down and got into the bed with him. She took her usual spot, her back facing him and her 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 St. David, which made her smile that he was getting some peaceful 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 Jacques Louis 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 promptly shower bath, 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 sleeping room. She gently opened the threshold to see David sitting quietly on Jill's side of their bed. She walked quietly over to St. 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 easy. Everyone is here to help you,"Dakota said to him in a quieten low whole step, almost a whisper.

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

As the testis were cooking, several of the Lady 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's safe legal export.

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

Dakota sat future to Jacques Louis David carefully quietly watching as St. 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 crimp your nose closed and when your mouth pa surface Sharon will cohere a crotch to the full of eggs in your mouth,"Dakota says to David smiling the whole time.

That got Saint David to eat a forkful of bollock, reluctantly of class. Bobby brought over a glass of pineapple plant succus and put it on the table in front line of David. Out of habit, David took a big sip of the juice.

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

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

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

As David looked around at all the ladies, for the start time he really noticed how a good deal Dakota and Diane were showing their pregnancies. bathroom was extremely attentive to his wife.

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

Just then, David made a hope to himself that he would be a well friend, devotee, and father. He decided that people 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 lav has grown from a college guy that would be used the work Fuck much like citizenry use SALT to this man that he sees before him now taking precaution of his wife and trying to teach from St. David everything he can.

"Hey St. David,"St. John said.

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

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

"Um, at the here and now, I don't think so,"David said.

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

privy finished his scrambled eggs and threw his paper plate in the garbage when it was void. 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 lots 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 dayspring, probably before lunchtime. That made David smile a bit. Thankfully Dakota, as usual, was taking charge of so much for Saint David.

Amy handled the countless number of phone calls from word media, hoi polloi in the company, and other general acquaintance who just wanted to broadcast their condolence. Amy got a notepad out and began writing the names, phone numbers, and ground for the calls. She was allowing NO ONE to address to David directly.

She did choose a margin call from Special factor Fernandez letting Saint David know that metropolis Police will be conducting the postmortem examination on Jill and the baby, but the FBI will oversee the effect to ensure the procedure 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 free to derive to the Chateau and that there would be little to no billet duties for the adjacent week.

Jennifer, Sharon, and Paula all made outgoing song to get lowly matter off of Dakota's dental plate in trying to handle David. Paula had a limo sent to the menage and picked up the limousine that was in the garage.

Jennifer called the masses that she was talking with regarding the pending function tower purchases.

Sharon was calling all of the Hawk staff and telling them that the office would be closed for a few years and that everyone would be getting the time off with pay. All of the faculty sent their good regard to Jacques Louis David through Sharon.

Everyone, including the erotica Twin, really had no idea how to deal David. The go sentence anyone saw David this way was when Jill was in the infirmary. However, now she is gone, and David's heart is broken. The solitary affair that is keeping him even remotely sane is Dakota.

As David sat in the TV room, he couldn't even watch TV as the newsworthiness about Jill's execution was the trail narrative on all the word 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 hang around doing virtually nothing.

As the morning became later, Dr. Ronda showed up at the Chateau. Amy poked the necessary button to allow 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 St. David.

Next to David, was Dakota. She was like the unbendable sentinel watching over David. Still, the phone calls kept coming. Amy had taken so many telephone calls that she finally asked for assist. Diane sat down next to Amy. Jennifer put a phone in front of Diane along with a coiling notebook and pencil.

Bobby and Sammy asked Dakota what they should be making for David and the kinsperson for tiffin. Dakota suggested sub sandwiches and maybe some soup. Bobby and Sammy had an idea of what to get. They brought out respective loaves of long Gallic moolah. They pulled out a rotisserie chicken out of the fridge and stripped all the essence off the bird. Sammy began to make the basics for the poulet noodle soup. Bobby began cutting the pelf into several sub sandwiches. He got out the chopped nitty-gritty of salami, turkey, and ham. He put mustard and mayonnaise on each half of the lolly along with sliced tomato and cabbage. They did slice up some dulcet onion for those who might require onions on their sandwich.

CHAPTER 4

Dr. Ronda started listening to Saint David's centre and ventilation with her stethoscope. She pulled out her blood air pressure handlock and checked him. She had a few motion for Saint David, which he didn't solution. Instead, Dakota answered the enquiry for David. Although Dr. Ronda would have rather had David answer them.

As the day wore on, David's mood really didn't change. Dr. Ronda left the Chateau for a while only to return about dinner clip. Saint David did carry off a smile when he saw Ronda getting even.

Fred sat next to Jacques Louis David for a while. He whispered to David that he should spend some meter at the gun chain to work off the anger and thus be prepared if they are attacked ever again. David nodded in acceptance.

Bobby and Sammy decided to cook some steaks for dinner party along with broil potatoes and a nice big salad with homemade ranch salad dressing and an Italian dressing uncommitted. In improver, they also had steamed broccoli with a squeeze of fresh lemon.

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

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

About mid-afternoon, Saint David got up and turned off the TV. He was tired of hearing about Jill's murder as it dominated the airwaves and all the news outlet. Everyone heard the newsworthiness helicopters fly overhead to get pictures of the house and the court.

Donna instead turned on their DVD role player and put the picture show ‘ Secondhand Lions'in to try and facilitate the press down mood in the house. Many of the cleaning woman smiled when they saw the movie that was put into the histrion. Since St. David was still sitting in his chair at the dining room mesa, Donna held him by the capitulum from behind and kissed him on the top of the head, making indisputable to muss his hair trying to be funny. This did cause him to smile a bit.

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

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

Jacques Louis David began sorting through the email. The low one that caught his eye was one from the recording studio. They were having proceeds and didn't know who to turn to for solvent. David suggested in a return electronic mail that they go to Mike Booker.

St. David also sent an electronic mail to Dave burgundy a headhunter that he has used before. He made a long lean of requirements for a new manager of Financial social function. Hopefully, Mr. Burgundy will have a duo of restrict people to institutionalize to him.

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

"Are you doing OK ?"she asked.

"I guess. I answered spate of emails and interpret many more,"Saint David replied.

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

In David's brain, dinner party sounded estimable, so he headed over to the dining elbow room table. He sat in his common president and Dakota sat on his right. All the sign members came to the table and chose a chairman, however, no one sat in the chair that Jill usually sat in on the left field side of Saint David. He just stared at the chairperson, almost as if she was coming to hold her posterior at the table.

Each of the member of the household, got up one by one to go into the kitchen and get a plate full moon of food from Bobby and Sammy. However, without David even getting up from the table, Dakota brought him dinner.

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

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

"What is it ?"David replied.

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

"What do you think of by a legacy for Jill ?"

"Put about 10 million into a project that would give the money away to certain type of multitude, such as single parents who are struggling to ready goal meet and do it all in Jill's name,"John suggested.

I looked at Dakota, who was nodding her heading in a yes style, telling me silently that we could turn a positive out of such a immense 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 thought ?"Jennifer asked.

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

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

"I was thinking about 100 million."

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

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

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

"Allison and Belinda. They both want out of the business and this projection would gift them lineament employment."

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

"That's not a bad idea. This way both Belinda and Allison could still go to college and I would feel estimable 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 shout out 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 indemnity company that has refused to cover the fire. They sent us a 31-page varsity letter explaining their locating ( the insurance caller's position ). Our attorney's lieu is that they agreed to comprehend the edifice without an inspection and thus they should be paying for the harm. The missive also said that when the fire department completes its investigation, they will send us a report and we will pursue the proper insurance company to reward 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 pinna of the three which caused each of them to get up and come to my end of the table.

When all three came over to me, John the Divine got up and drug two early 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, St. David ?"Melanie replied.

"I want to run with a projection that toilet suggested. He thought that we could get down 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 sympathetic formation, plunge a bunch of money into the project and let Melanie run the whole matter with Allison and Belinda being useable managers."

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

"Any enquiry noblewoman ?"I asked.

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

"Of course of action,"I replied.

This made Allison smile more.

"Since this is a Jacob's ladder, how many 60 minutes a hebdomad would we be working ? And would we be getting paid ?"Belinda asked.

"Of course, you would be getting paid. I don't remember what you're qualification now, but how about I double your pay to charter on this project ? Also, maybe about 30 hours a week. Of course, there will be special weeks where you may ingest to work a bit more, but that shouldn't be more than than a mates of weeks 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 lieu. Each lady got up and walked over to John and all three of them kissed him and thanked him for his idea.

As the evening went on, Sammy brought out three cakes for everyone to enjoy : umber fudge, lemon crème, and Carrot cake. All the ladies giggled with excitement seeing the bar. John, of course, got a gash for Diane then three piece for himself.

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