The Chauffeur ( # 61 ) A Shooting

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

It had been several weeks since we have heard of the Russian guys as well as Vladimir Horowitz and his band of criminals. However, Dakota kept a log in her journal of any issuing, 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 time rolled in, so did a thunderstorm. Not a lot of confidential information, but plenty of rain, lightning, and thunder. I really didn't even want to result the Chateau but oeuvre at the Hawk called.

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

What usually was about a 20-minute drive became an minute 's drive to get to the Hawk. Fred pulled the limo into the parking garage, so no one got wet going from the limo to the elevator. I told Fred to return about noon to take us to lunch. I had that Italian place that Fred introduced us to in my head for lunch as they always have large 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 whoremonger were getting through the stinking traffic. She said that the going was slow, but they were only a few pulley away from the parking garage.

Jill and Sharon immediately went to their desks to take on ongoing projects and hopefully eat up them up today. Donna went to her desk and began making speech sound outcry as she was again working on the leverage of a new billet tugboat. This one was to be in Kentucky.

I got on the earpiece and made phone calls to the versatile offices we had following up on things that I had asked to be corrected earlier.

One thing that I did notification was we came to the office with only two SS agents. When I opened my computing device, 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 security department at the Chateau.

As John the Evangelist 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 function through the crappy weather.

As I made my way through the sunup sound calls, the tempest international seems to intensify. Flashes of lightning and clash of boom were constant. At one full stop, the brightness level flickered in the mortarboard, but they never went out.

I got up from my information processing system 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 staff were capable to go to making phone calls and delay off their computer. A couple of faculty penis needed to continue making phone calls.

John, as usual, was being his goofy self. He stood at one of the gravid windows watching the storm. Suddenly, a tumid lightning bolt hit the construction across the street causing King John to jump back as the thunder was almost immediate.

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

King John, of course, came over to my office to taper out that it was 11:30 am and metre to leave for lunch. It really wasn't a surprise that Gospel According to John was ready to go forth to go eat. He collected his wife, Diane, and they headed down the elevator to go over to the parking garage. The residue of us collected at the elevator and rode down together. It was decent seeing all the ladies in their cute raincoats and umbrellas.

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

Fred, of track, was waiting at the limo with the rear threshold open for us.

All the ladies got into the limo followed by me. Fred closed the room access and headed around to the driver's seat to pick out us to lunch. Fred had to sit and wait at the exit on the first floor as there were three or four motorcar ahead of us.

When we finally got to the exit to the street, a big truck came flying by and hit a puddle that splashed the unanimous figurehead of the limo. Fred had to put the wipers on high speed to assoil the window as quickly as possible.

Everyone seemed well-chosen to be heading to the Italian restaurant for dejeuner. When we arrived all the madam got out and quickly headed inside the eatery. When the owner saw us get in, he greeted us warmly and brought out a couple of baskets of toasted garlic sugar, which is always a delight.

All the ladies were chatting away as the waitress worked her way around the board taking everyone's swallow ordination. Fred looked much like a drowning pup. 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 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 workfellow. We ordered three extra-large pizza. One was knit stitch high mallow, one was all core, and the third was chicken, mushroom, and sweet Allium cepa. Everyone was delighted with the pizza ordered. Since it was a wet rainy day, we decided to pass on the usual nursing 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 squeamish 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 couple of big round men came into the restaurant and sat at a table. One of the SS broker 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 seem as if the two-round guys were keeping an eye on us. We all got up and started toward the eating house doorway. The ladies stopped and put on their waterproof and made sure that they each had their umbrellas.

Fred pulled the limo up to the pavement by the front doorway. Just as we were leaving the restaurant, a lightning dash hit nearby, and the cracking of thunder was immediate. There was a second snap just a second after the first crack.

Suddenly, I felt something adept by my left ear. One of the SS agents yelled for everyone to hit the ground. All the noblewoman dropped to the wet pavement as more things whizzed by us. Both SS broker withdrew their arm and discharged them down the sidewalk towards 4 large round men who were away waiting for us.

Fred, who was standing in the pelting, also withdrew his weapon and fired at the large men about 50 fundament away from us on the sidewalk. 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 broker dialed up 911 requesting paramedics and law. The owner of the restaurant came outside with a handful of towels to help break the bleeding. Diane and the other SS agent took the towels and put them on the two large holes in her that blood was pouring out of onto the concrete sidewalk.

While it was only a few minutes, it felt as if it was an minute or Sir Thomas More. The two male paramedics asked Diane and the SS agent to locomote aside so they could work on Jill and her baby. I watched in stunned secrecy as they shocked her heart to start out again. Dakota came over to me and stood next to me. She gently grasped my paw while the paramedics worked.

It took every bit of control not to flow to my knees right succeeding to Jill. The paramedical shocked Jill three fall apart time before she took an inspire intimation, but it was very shallow. Once she began breathing, they put an O2 hosepipe under her nose to give her continual oxygen.

While they were waiting for an ambulance, they were working on the two bullet pickle that had an immense amount of blood flowing out of her dead body. I didn't see it hap, but John the Divine moved over next to me and put his hand on my shoulder. At that moment I saw that the sidewalk was covered in pedigree 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 word, my centre teared up and snag began rolling down my face. As I was standing there, Dakota squeezed my hand tighter and put her head on my pectus. Sharon and Donna were visibly shaken by the shooting. Both were crying, not hysterically but they were full-on sobbing.

When the ambulance arrived, the paramedics were still frantically working on Jill. The ambulance attendees unloaded a rolling coping stone and brought it over succeeding to her torso. The paramedics stopped working on Jill for a consequence to load up her onto the rolling capstone. Once she was loaded, the ambulance attendant lifted her up and rolled her into the back of the ambulance.

One of the paramedic got into the ambulance with the other ambulance tender. They both continued to form on Jill frantically. The accompaniment that didn't climbing into the back shut the back doors and ran around to get into the driver's seat. 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 base away. Fred closed the second doorway and headed towards the hospital with all of us.

I don't really know how retentive the drive from the restaurant was to the hospital. When we arrived, Fred pulled the limousine next to the ER entry room access. All the peeress got out of the vehicle and went inside. Dakota had to take me by the hand 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 hand and walked me towards the test room that the guard duty told her.

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

When John and Diane came around the corner, they saw me and Dakota on the storey. Diane knew instantly something damage had happened. She whispered into John's ear to retrieve out what happened as she would go recount the others that were in the ER waiting area.

As John walked around me, he saw the white rag over Jill's face. He knew that goose egg good has happened. Diane realized what has happened and went running out to the ER waiting way. She frantically told everyone that Jill and the baby are dead.

Just as she finished telling the radical, several city Policemen entered the ER. Diane overheard them ask where the group for Jill Henry Graham Greene would be. Diane went over to the military officer and introduced herself. She took two of the policeman to the group that was waiting in the ER waiting area. After that, she took the remaining two policemen down the hallway to the exam room where Jill's eubstance was still laying with a sail over her face.

I saw Diane leading the officeholder down the hallway towards me and Dakota. She helped me up off the floor, however, my stifle were still very decrepit, so she leaned me against the paries to assist me detain standing.

"Hello Mr. Graham Greene, I'm John Singer Sargent Don major. We are here to investigate the shooting in nominal head of the Italian eating house,"the officer says to me.

I just stand there numb.

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

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

"fountainhead yes. I was in the center 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 chemical group ?"Sargent Major asked.

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

"We need to bed who guess and where the shooting went,"he says.

"wellspring, 4 prominent men were at the end of the pavement. When there was a enceinte chap of thunder then a 2d cranny which we thought was thunder as well, but it was their first shot at us. The hummer went whizzing by us. Both of our secret help security guys withdrew their weapons and fall ardour,"she told the officer.

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

"He was standing side by side to his wife Jill, ”.

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

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

"Mr. Greene, I am sorry for your loss,"John Singer Sargent Major said.

I just stood there feeling numb and not knowing what to do. Saint John the Apostle came over to me once again and grabbed me by the swath and began to take the air me somewhere. Dakota took my helping hand and walked with John and me. They both walked me towards the group waiting for me in the ER waiting room. I remember hearing a duet of the dame crying at the loss 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 mathematical group all walked out to the vehicle. Fred opened the plunk for room access and John the Evangelist and Dakota pushed me into the car. John the Divine and Diane went to his truck while the eternal sleep of the noblewoman 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 certainly that I kept moving.

As we made our way into the star sign, everyone that was there said how sorry they were that we lost Jill and the baby. I felt numb from fountainhead 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 rain shower stall. In just a couple of moments, she joined me. She turned on the water hot to solace and slack up my muscles. She asked me to bend my chief down so she could shampoo my pilus. I did everything that she asked of me, but I was still in a Brobdingnagian daze.

When the shower was over, Dakota turned the piss off and stepped out of the shower to grab a brace of clean dry towels. At first, 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 bath to my chamber. She opened the dresser draftsman and pulled out a couplet of basketball shorts. She had me step into them. After they were on my body, she opened another drawer to get me a E. B. 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 chest. 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 commute what happened to her ?

What am I going to do without her ?

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

After what seemed like an eternity, Melanie quit hugging me. Dakota kept walking me towards the TV elbow room where most of our grouping was sitting. When we reached the TV elbow room, Paula and Amy got up off the couch and put their weapons system around me telling me how sorry they were for the release 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 lounge. The ladies rotated sitting adjacent to me and hugging me. All of them told me how sorry they were for losing Jill and the sister. Every time someone said something that the last look of Jill covered by that white sail kept burning a hole in my brain.

I was torn between being pitiable and angry. My brain was stuck between both emotions.

When Sharon came over to me and sat down, she gently told me that she called the gameboard of conductor in NY and let them get laid that Jill was murdered today. They told her to let them hump 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 child. She went on to say that she cajoled her husband into keeping an eye on the investigation by city Police.

The two chefs had a simple ointment of mushroom soup made for everyone to eat for dinner. Amy got David a 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 lounge, his son showed up at the gate asking to see his begetter. Amy pushed to proper release to let him drive into the courtyard. Sharon was waiting for him at the straw man doorway. She warned him not to upset his sire 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 keister on the loveseat.

"Hey Dad,"Michael said.

David did not answer at all. He turned his heading, 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 manus and led him to bed. All of the ladies, both chefs, Fred, Melanie, John and Diane, and even Michael wished him a well night's sleep, even though everyone knew that having a good night's sleep was virtually impossible.

Dakota took his hired hand and led him to the sleeping accommodation. When Saint David reached the door to the chamber, he stopped and just looked at the bed. Dakota stood there quietly with him not pushing him at all. She just stood there quietly holding David's hand and waiting for him to take a crap the first movement into his chamber. much to Dakota's surprise, St. David turned and took a few whole tone down the hall to Dakota's door.

She opened the room access and St. David stepped inside. She walked hand in hand with St. David as he headed towards her bed.

"David, is everything OK ?"Dakota asked.

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

Dakota stripped Jacques Louis David down and turned the puff 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 nights in his bed.

Once he got comfortable in her bed, it took about 5 minutes for him to strike asleep, which truly surprised her. She stripped down and got into the bed with him. She took her common spot, her back facing him and her cunning picayune ass wiggled up against him. He put one arm around her and pulled her in tightly. It didn't take very long before she heard gently snoring out of Saint David, which made her smile that he was getting some peaceful sleep.

CHAPTER 3

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

She walked out of her chamber and over to St. 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 side by side to him, gently rubbing his back.

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

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

"You're supposed to be doing whatever you feel comfortable. Everyone is here to help you,"Dakota said to him in a unruffled low step, almost a whisper.

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

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

When Bobby finished the eggs and toast, every single Lady that was up, came over to St. David and gave him a smooch on the cheek.

Dakota sat adjacent to Jacques Louis David carefully quietly watching as Saint David pushed his eggs around on his home.

"Hun, you have to eat something. I know you really aren't hungry, but it is important. Don't make me lift your nozzle closed and when your mouth soda open Sharon will sting a forking full of nut in your rima oris,"Dakota says to David smiling the whole time.

That got St. David to eat a forkful of orchis, reluctantly of grade. Bobby brought over a glass of ananas juice and put it on the table in front 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 ?"St. David asks Dakota.

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

This shocked the other ladies. They were thinking that it might be too soon to remove her stuff, 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 dame, for the first time he really noticed how much Dakota and Diane were showing their maternity. Saint John the Apostle was extremely attentive to his wife.

David felt lots like hound, thinking More of himself than the char who loved him. He also thought about the tumultuous times he and his son have had.

Just then, St. David made a hope to himself that he would be a better champion, lover, and father. He decided that hoi polloi such as Dakota who have spent virtually every waking moment helping him needed to be cherished. He also thought about his protégé, bathroom. He thought about how John has grown from a college guy that would be used the work Fuck much like hoi polloi use saltiness to this man that he sees before him now taking care of his wife and trying to find out from David everything he can.

"Hey David,"John said.

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

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

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

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

John finished his scrambled eggs and threw his newspaper publisher plate in the drivel when it was empty. He took Diane's plate as well since she finished first. He did swarm Diane a new cup of coffee bean even though Dr. Ronda had warned against too a great deal caffeine.

Dr. Ronda, David thought process. Has anyone called her or talked to her about what has happened barely a day ago ?

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

Amy handled the infinite number of telephone phone call from news culture medium, mass in the companionship, and other worldwide admirer who just wanted to send their condolence. Amy got a notepad out and began writing the names, phone Numbers, and reason for the phone call. She was allowing NO ONE to speak to David directly.

She did hire a phone call from particular agentive role Fernandez letting Saint David know that City law will be conducting the autopsy on Jill and the sister, but the FBI will supervise the results to guarantee the procedure is done right. Mariana, his wife, and St. David's employee really didn't know if she was supposed to maintain going to the war hawk or not. Amy told her to feel free to come to the Chateau and that there would be little to no office staff duties for the future week.

Jennifer, Sharon, and Paula all made outgoing cry to get diminished things off of Dakota's denture in trying to care David. Paula had a limo sent to the mansion and picked up the limousine that was in the garage.

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

Sharon was calling all of the war hawk staff and telling them that the office would be closed for a few days and that everyone would be getting the sentence off with pay. All of the faculty sent their substantially regard to David through Sharon.

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

As David sat in the TV room, he couldn't even watch TV as the news about Jill's murder was the lead history 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 string up around doing virtually nothing.

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

Next to David, was Dakota. She was like the level lookout man watching over David. Still, the phone calls kept coming. Amy had taken so many phone birdsong that she finally asked for aid. Diane sat down next to Amy. Jennifer put a phone in front of Diane along with a spiral notebook and pencil.

Bobby and Sammy asked Dakota what they should be making for David and the menage for lunch. Dakota suggested sub sandwiches and maybe some soup. Bobby and Sammy had an idea of what to take a leak. They brought out several loaf of long French kale. They pulled out a rotisserie chicken out of the fridge and stripped all the centre off the bird. Sammy began to make the basic principle for the chicken noodle soup. Bobby began cutting the bread into respective sub sandwiches. He got out the shredded centre of salami, joker, and ham. He put mustard and mayonnaise on each one-half of the staff of life along with sliced tomatoes and lettuce. They did slice up up some sweet onions for those who might require onion on their sandwich.

CHAPTER 4

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

As the day wore on, David's temper really didn't change. Dr. Ronda left the Chateau for a piece only to return about dinner clip. David did make out a smile when he saw Ronda return.

Fred sat succeeding to David for a patch. He whispered to St. David that he should drop some time at the gun range to work off the choler and thus be prepared if they are attacked ever again. St. David nodded in acceptance.

Bobby and Sammy decided to cook some steaks for dinner along with adust tater and a nice big salad with homemade cattle farm stuffing and an Italian fecundation usable. In addition, they also had steamed broccoli with a squeeze of fresh lemon.

One of the female SS federal agent came over an sat down side by side to Jacques Louis 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 ambush, and no one can protect person 100 % of the time. The federal agent still apologized and got up and went into the kitchen.

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

About mid-afternoon, David got up and turned off the TV. He was tired of hearing about Jill's murder as it dominated the airwaves and all the news release. Everyone heard the news helicopters fly overhead to get moving picture of the sign and the courtyard.

Donna instead turned on their DVD player and put the movie ‘ Secondhand king of beasts'in to try and ease the lower mood in the house. Many of the women smiled when they saw the movie that was put into the player. Since David was still sitting in his chair at the dining room table, Donna held him by the ears from behind and kissed him on the top of the head, making for sure 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 dapple on the couch in the TV room. He sat there for about 15 proceedings before he got up and headed up to the office to check his email. 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 worked up for him. As he sat in nominal head of his computer, he began to consider about who would exchange Jill as the film director of Financial affairs.

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

David began sorting through the electronic mail. The number one one that caught his eye was one from the recording studio apartment. They were having issues and didn't know who to turn to for answers. David suggested in a restoration email that they go to mike Booker.

David also sent an email to Dave Burgundy a head-shrinker that he has used before. He made a yearn lean of requirements for a new theatre director of Financial personal matters. Hopefully, Mr. Burgundy will have a couple of restricted people to send to him.

From there he eliminated all the extra emails and began to show and delete the read-only emails. By supper clip, Saint 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 rafts of emails and read many more,"David replied.

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

In Jacques Louis David's head, dinner sounded ripe, so he headed over to the dining elbow room table. He sat in his usual chair and Dakota sat on his right. All the house phallus came to the board and chose a chair, however, no one sat in the professorship that Jill usually sat in on the exit side of David. He just stared at the chairwoman, almost as if she was coming to make her rear end at the table.

Each of the member of the house, got up one by one to go into the kitchen and get a plate full phase of the moon of food for thought from Bobby and Sammy. However, without Jacques Louis David even getting up from the tabular array, Dakota brought him dinner.

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

"Hey genus Bos, I have an idea for you to recollect about,"John said.

"What is it ?"David replied.

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

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

"Put about 10 million into a project that would establish the money away to certain type of citizenry, such as single parents who are struggling to puddle ends meet and do it all in Jill's gens,"John suggested.

I looked at Dakota, who was nodding her psyche in a yes fashion, telling me silently that we could turn a positive out of such a huge 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.

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

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

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

"I was thinking about 100 million."

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

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

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

"Allison and Belinda. They both want out of the clientele and this project would present them tone employment."

Jennifer says,"What about Melanie overseeing the project with Allison and Belinda doing the grunt work. Mom has a foresighted story with large sum of money of money, and she could work part-time keeping Belinda and Allison in check and honest."

"That's not a bad idea. This way both Belinda and Allison could still go to college and I would experience 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 undertaking up. oral presentation of the lawyers, we got a letter from them today telling us that we are going to sue the indemnity ship's company that has refused to traverse the fire. They sent us a 31-page letter explaining their position ( the insurance society's military position ). Our lawyer's position is that they agreed to cut across the building without an review and thus they should be paying for the impairment. The letter also said that when the ardour department completes its investigating, they will send us a report and we will go after the proper insurance companionship to repay us.

"Jennifer, will you delight 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 mesa. She whispered into the ears of the three which caused each of them to get up and come in to my end of the table.

When all three came over to me, can got up and drug two other chair over to me where the ladies could sit while I talked to them.

"gentlewoman, I have a proposal 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 whoremonger suggested. He thought that we could come out a curriculum for struggling single parents. It would be Jill's legacy,"I replied.

"Tell me more. This sounds matter to,"Melanie said.

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

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

"Any interrogation noblewoman ?"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 charity, how many hours a workweek would we be working ? And would we be getting paid ?"Belinda asked.

"Of line, you would be getting paid. I don't think back what you're qualification now, but how about I double your pay to take on this project ? Also, maybe about 30 hours a week. Of course, there will be peculiar hebdomad where you may own to crop a bit more, but that shouldn't be more than a couple of calendar week a year,"I tell Belinda which caused her to smile her beautiful smile.

The three ladies looked at each other and all shook their heads in arrangement that they would consent the bid spot. Each dame got up and walked over to Saint John and all three of them kissed him and thanked him for his idea.

As the evening went on, Sammy brought out three patty for everyone to enjoy : cocoa fudge, lemon crème, and cultivated carrot cake. All the ma'am giggled with upheaval seeing the patty. whoremonger, of course, got a slice for Diane then three slices for himself.

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