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The Chauffeur ( # 58 ) The Fire

By PABLO DIABLO

right of first publication 2019

CHAPTER 1

On Saturday I was awoken by my cell earpiece buzzing. I grudgingly got out of bed and scuffed over to the dresser to check out my phone. I saw that the text was from Roger Johnson. The text read : Big Fire at an office column in WI. name ME ASAP ! Roger.

I called Roger as soon as I read his text subject matter. The first Call went straight to voicemail. The back call Roger picked up.

"Hey, David, not a just way to set off a morning. 17 base of our tower in Wisconsin are on flack. Since it is a Sat, evacuating the building wasn't that difficult. However, there was some reason the sprinklers didn't go on, so the firefighters are attacking this fire head-on. Currently, this is a 6-alarm fervency but will most likely get raised as the flame is not contained yet."Roger tells me.

I expect that you will be getting phone call from many of your renter in the building such as kraft paper food for thought, who is the original owner of the building. I would check to see but if you didn't buy the belongings in an ‘ as is'condition we should probably get legal involved,"Roger says to me.

I thought about taking the jet to the place in WI, but I decided against it since we had another bit of time with exceptional federal agent Wade, plus the SS broker who will accompany us on this mission out in the LA desert once again. Fred, John, and I are supposed to match up with the DEA just after 1 pm. All in all, we are supposed to have about 32 people on our side of this mission.

After I hung up from the phone, I noticed that Dakota was in my slumber bed. I tiptoed around her and saw that she was wearing scanty just as Dr. Ronda had requested. I headed into the bathroom to pack care of my morning duties which included a immediate shower. As I had my head underneath the water, I felt the cold air from the shower door being opened. I turned around expecting to see Dakota, but instead, it was Allison. I haven't played with Allison in quite a patch, so it made me smile to see her get into the shower stall with me.

I jokingly pushed her underneath the showerhead to get her total physical structure wet before I began to rinse her including a shampoo. As I was soaping her up, I leaned in and kissed her on the book binding of the neck. She reached behind her and gave my stopcock a couple of tug which made me smile.

We spent several mo in the shower together before we turned the hot water off. I grabbed two towels and we took our time to dry each early. Once we were finished with the drying, we tossed the towels into the hamper.

After putting the towels into the bond, we went to my bedroom. She put a unobjectionable dry white tee shirt on with no pantie's underneath. I put on my usual, a twosome of shorts plus a albumen tee shirt. Once I was dressed, we left the sleeping room to take her spine to her bedroom. I opened the door and she immediately went to her closet and took out a cute outfit to fag. It was a courteous yellow print top and a pair of yellow shorts. She decided to go barefoot for now, but that may convert later.

When she was finished grooming, we went down to the TV elbow room. No one was in the room, so we turned the TV on, and I selected an all-news distribution channel to get the nearly information about our towboat in Wisconsin on fire. Sammy came out to the TV room and asked Allison what she would like for breakfast, she asked for scrambled eggs and gritstone. Sammy also asked me what I would like. I told him one of his capital Sir Francis Bacon and Malva sylvestris omelets with some fried Irish potato on the side. He told that my breakfast would take about 20 hour and that he would put it on the dining way table when it is ready.

I sat down on the redact watching our tower in Wisconsin burn. My real thankfulness was that it was a weekend day and virtually no one had to be evacuated from the construction. I texted Jennifer to turn on the TV when she gets up to see our tower in Wisconsin burning at the stake. We needed to commit the legal contracts as well as the records for the ardor suppression company on how Holocene the fire suppression equipment had been checked. I also wanted a listing of renter to be contacted and find out when the firing department is finished for them to let us know what was able-bodied to be salvaged out of their offices.

I switched back and Forth on the TV from one newsworthiness canal to another trying to get sound scene of the building burning. I put a shout into the Fire section in Madison Wisconsin asking them about my building that was on firing. I got a very nice lady who told me that there really was no extra information at this time, and she said that they already had my name and phone number to be reached once there is something to differentiate me. I thanked her for her sentence and hung up.

As I sat on the couch with Allison, my phone buzzed once again. It was from Roger again. This time his textbook read : husband murders wife in Chicago in one of the Pinetree hotels. topical anesthetic law enforcement will be sending us written matter of all the police reports.

I just shook my head thought that he was very prophetic in his showtime school text message telling me that it wasn't a respectable start to the day.

I put my arm around Allison and pulled her into me as we watched the news program. Although I prefer FOX news, I did ascertain CBS newsworthiness to try and get a different camera slant on the fervor. One matter that I noticed was a whole lot of firemen standing around by the fire truck. I wondered to myself why so many mass were just standing around.

After about an hour of watching the fervency on the news program, FOX switched away from the fire and did a patch on the murder in Chicago in a Pinetree. They clearly pointed out that it was a domestic force case as the husband had been arrested multiple times before.

My phone buzzed once again. This time it was especial broker Wade of the DEA. She said"calling off the desert issue as we don't have adequate agents to handle this mathematical group. Thanks for the offer of assist ”.

I kind of breathe out knowing that my multitude won't be put in trauma's way. I went over to the SS agentive role and show him my earphone and the text message. He thanked me for the update. I texted John and Fred that today's time with the DEA is off. A few hour later Fred texted back that he appreciated the update.

As promised, Sammy delivered Allison her eggs and gritstone along with a fresh cup of coffee. He also delivered me the omelet that I asked for along with some fry potatoes. He had also poured me a glass of juice. He put my plate at the head of the table and the one for Allison right field next to me where Dakota normally sits.

Since the DEA issue was off for the day, I dialed up the jet crew and let them bed whenever they get gear up, I would care to fly to Madison Wisconsin. After hanging up from them I went and woke Dakota and Jill. Since neither one had any coffee, yet they were both very grumpy. I already had Allison pouring them coffee.

I flicked on the TV in my bedchamber. Both Dakota and Jill let out small pant at seeing our towboat electrocution. I suggested to both to pack an all-night bag, just in case we end up staying over.

I ask Allison if she would like to go to WI, she asked if it would be OK if she skipped the trip, which I kissed her and told her it would be no problem, but to stay here at the Chateau as I didn't want anyone out roaming around with the Mexican Drug trust not playing Nice with us nor the DEA.

I texted Diane telling her that we were making a trip to WI and that I would wish her and Saint John and Jennifer to link me in the jet. It took a couple of minutes, but I finally got two text content. One from Diane telling me that she and Gospel According to John were getting quick and one from Jennifer telling me she would be quick in less than a half-hour.

I also texted Fred to let him know that the DEA issue today had been canceled. In my text content, I let him screw that we were heading to the jet to make believe a trip to our tower in Wisconsin.

Diane and John the Divine were the low to arrive at the dining room tabular array. John asked for his usual kitchen sump omelet. Diane wanted scrambled ball and a cup of coffee. I reached into the fridge and gave her a bottle of pee as well.

About the time Bobby was finishing John's omelet, Dakota and Jill came out to the dining room leaving their overnight suitcase at the front door. John ate at his normal swiftness shoveling the food into his mouth as quickly as he possibly could.

Since Dakota and Jill were both going with me, both female agents and one male broker accompanied us. They each had an all-night bag ready and they set them by the presence door. A few minutes later Jennifer joined us. I looked around the room and counted John, Diane, Jennifer, Dakota, Jill, myself and three SS agents. It seemed as if we all were there. However, we only had a town car in the garage, so we had to hold a couple of car. Tina offered to drive Diane, bathroom, and Jennifer. Fred took Jill and her SS factor in the town car. That left Dakota and her federal agent to ride along with me and my broker. Donna volunteered to take aim Dakota, and me along with our security measure agents to the jet.

When we all arrived at the jet, I gave Fred some information about our replication so we would be better prepared with a life-size limo or two to head back to the Chateau. Everyone grabbed their overnight bag and climbed the stairs to enter the jet. Once we were all into the jet, they closed the door and locked it in space. The jet slowly moved from its parking slur towards the rail. We waited in line to get on the track. There were three green in front of us, although once the three squirt took off, we lined up for takeoff as well.

We paused for a mo then we felt the delicious speedup of the plane. Before we got to the end of the track, the nozzle of the jet took a penetrative upward Angle putting us in the air and on our way to President Madison, Wisconsin.

Dakota got up and came over to sit by me. She turned around and flipped her tee-shirt up from the backbone to shew me that she was indeed wearing panty, which made me grin. Dakota sat with her ramification on top of my lap. She leaned her question into me as we leveled out in the air. I gently began to rub Dakota's ramification and feet.

On the other position of me sat Jennifer. John the Divine and Diane sat on the love seat with Diane leaning her head onto John's dresser. Jennifer put her blazon around me and put her head on my lead shoulder. We ran into some turbulence as we passed over Utah and Colorado, however, once we passed those two nation the flight smoothed right out. The trajectory to Wisconsin was right at the three-hour limit point. Dakota pulled her legs and feet off me when the plane began its stock to land.

Unfortunately, we had to circle the airdrome a duet of times before the pillar gave us permission to set down the jet. Finally, we got the airplane on the earth. We taxied the jet to the private plane sphere. I saw the two limousine that Dakota had ordered up for us to ride in spell in Wisconsin.

Our pilot was able to park the jet amongst other common soldier planes. We got the doorway open and went down to the limos. Jill, Dakota and I along with three SS broker got into one limo with Jennifer, lavatory, and Diane getting into the other limo. Both of our drivers knew where we were headed. They shut the back threshold and headed the limos down the route towards the burn towers. I could see them a couple of miles before we got to the towers. As we arrived, there were several TV news program crews filming the fire and taking audience with people who had nothing to do with the tugboat, they just happened to be standing close, so they were interviewing them.

CHAPTER 2

When we pulled up to the roped-off area by the tower entranceway, I put my best face on to talk to the TV reporter about the tug. Lots of question were asked of me. I looked for and finally found the Fire Chief. I asked him if everyone was OK and that there were no people left in the tower. He told me that they got everyone out and that only prop damage, no human harm, which made me palpate good.

I did manage to inquire about when the firing investigation would set about. The representative from the fervency department told me that no investigation would get down until after the entire attack was completely out.

I got a sound call from Special Agent Wade. She told me that she got into a bit of trouble for allowing my group to assist her DEA agents in taking down the Mexican Drug trust. I apologized to her for getting her into a bit of difficulty, but she told me to not vex about it.

We pulled the two limos just a few feet away from the TV news caravan. I got out with Jennifer and Dakota by my side. We answered as many of the questions as we could, but we did stress that we were thankful that there was no one inside the office townsman and that we will be glad with getting the termination of the fervour investigation.

One of the cameramen told us that it will be closer to 12 minute before the firing is out then they will begin the investigation. I thanked him for the information and asked where a in effect dining car is that's not too far away. He recommended a mom and pop diner that was about 8 blocks removed from the fire. When we arrived at the diner, both drivers parked the limos at the far corner of the parking lot. We all got out and went inside.

The place was virtually empty, but one of our drivers told us all that the food was salutary, so we took his proposition and decided to rest. With there being a aggregate of 9 of us, we pushed two board together and sat down. A nice older waitress came over to our tabular array and started taking crapulence orders. She discussed the limited of the day, which was eggplant parmesan with a belittled side salad and a large slice of garlic bread.

Jill wanted the special, Dakota ordered a grill cheeseflower sandwich with a bowl of tomato soup. Jennifer ordered tuna salad on crisp sourdough bread. John and Diane both ordered the special as well. I went in a totally different charge ; I ordered a BLT on white toast with mayonnaise and two slice of tomato. I ordered a Coke and everyone else ordered a soda as well. I didn't hear what the SS agents ordered since they ended up sitting at a mesa adjacent to us.

So, it ended up being 6 of my playgroup and 3 broker. I quietly told the waitress that I was picking up the neb for the protection team that was sitting at a different mesa. Since the eatery wasn't all that busy, the repast came quickly. One thing that I noticed was that anyone who ordered a sandwich, such as me only got the sandwich. When I pressed the waitress, she told me that you must order Daniel Chester French fries or a incline salad otherwise you only get the sandwich. The waitress trying to gruntle all of us brought a big home of French fries. Dakota, as usual, put some of the french fries on to a small plate and slathered them with ketchup before taking some and stuffing them into my mouth and giggling all about it.

It didn't take farsighted, but the SS broker finished quite quickly their meals, while my table was still working on their repast. I guess the fries arriving late helped slow us down.

The waitress noticed that all the SS agentive role where carrying piece. She asked how fall they had triggerman. I explained that they are shelter federal agent for me and Jill and Dakota. The waitress shrugged and walked away, clearly ; she didn't understand what I had told her.

John was eating like a madman. When Diane got through with her meal, he finished it as well. She just smiled at him and kissed him on the boldness. He in-turn, kissed her back putting a bit of ketchup on her face, which made both giggles as well as the quietus of the table.

When three very loud stripling came into the eatery, I saw that the SS factor got a bit nervous. The teenager sat down a few tables away from us. One of the broker moved her chair over next to Dakota and Jill. The teens noticed her do that and made a loud commentary about how cockeyed they thought my tribute point was. They decided to evoke the agents by taunting them verbally. The agent didn't say a word but when one of the stripling got up and walked over to get in their face, the male federal agent stood up and asked the teen to go back to his board. Instead, he decided that he would do what he wanted to do and there was nothing that the federal agent could do about it.

Just as the teenager decided to take a jive at the agent, the stripling had his boldness bounced off the table and was handcuffed in seconds. That only escalated the situation. The waitress demanded that the agent release the teenager. The adolescent only threatened the broker more. Now all three broker were involved, and they asked the teens to go back to their tabular array and just entrust us alone. The teens decided that they were right and took a swing at the federal agent. All three agents took the teens down like calfskin at a rodeo. All three were lying facial expression down on their table with the waitress yelling at the agents that she's about to call the constabulary and that they would find material trouble as the Sherriff doesn't like stranger who cause trouble. At this gunpoint, Dakota stood up and told the waitress that we can get bad service and unruly teen at any buffet car in the existence and that she should stay out of our business.

I asked for the billhook, which the waitress had to add once again. I got up and went to the cash register to pay the bill, but she was too busy running her backtalk with the James Cook. I looked at the total on the bill and threw down enough to pay the bill but only left her a 5 % tip since she decided to interject her nose into our byplay. Dakota took a snapshot of the money next to the bill, so she couldn't call the Sherriff and narrate him that we did the old Dine and dash routine. I asked the SS agent to unblock the adolescent, which they did, but they were ready to re-cuff them if they decided once again to put their olfactory organ into our business.

The nine of us walked out of the eating place with the waitress telling us not to hurry back. Dakota was straightaway to evidence her that we wouldn't come back if the solid food was free. That made all of us laugh as we left.

We got back into the limousine and headed back to the towers to see if the fervidness was under mastery yet. When we got there, we saw that the column was still on fire, but it appeared to be much Sir Thomas More under command at this point. virtually of the new vans left with only the one from FOX news remaining.

We all got out of the limos and stood there watching the fire-eater attacking the fervour on several floors.

Dakota, Jill, Jennifer, and I started making tenant phone claim. Everyone was informed about the fire and that the tug may not be open air for respective days. I asked the hoi polloi from kraft why the sprinklers didn't charge on ; they had no answer for that question.

I dialed up our legal department to have them pull all the paperwork on the skill of that office tower. They told me that it would submit a dyad of days, but they will send me transcript for me to look over. Our top sound attorney for dimension acquisition told me he would send me his analysis of the paperwork and order me if it was an ‘ as is'purchase or something else. I thanked him and hung up the phone.

As we stood there making earpiece phone call, the reporter for FOX news came over to one of the factor and asked who to speak to about this blast. They politely pointed at me. The newsman, named Ashley Johnson, was gorgeous and polite. When I finished my phone phone call, I turned off my phone and put it in my pocket. She asked me several motion while I was being videotaped. She thanked me for the individual consultation and left with her cameraman. I asked one of the flack department captains when they thought it would be completely out. He told me that it will be at least late tomorrow and possibly into the following day before they will give birth the fire completely out and able to set about their investigating of the fire. I thanked him for his clip and gathered my multitude to head back to the jet.

It took several arcminute to get to the jet but once we were there, we all walked the footmark and got into the jet, happy to be leaving this city. The co-pilot closed the crosshatch and took us to the runway. The jet once again accelerated down the runway and into the air to point back home. I knew that the flying would take another three hr, but I was make to acquire a lilliputian nap. I stretched out and found Dakota curl up into me as the flight went towards home.

Once again, we experienced some little amount of upheaval over Colorado River and UT, but once we hit California, we were in the clear and it was smooth sailing from that degree on to LA.

CHAPTER 3

As the jet went from a layer escape to a downslope preparing to land, Dakota rolled off me and I opened my oculus. I asked the SS agents if they think anything will come of the adolescent, they didn't believe anything would, but they said that they would tally in with local law enforcement just to construct sure.

It was only a few instant before the jet made a penetrative downturn to demesne. Apparently, that part of the flight always makes Dakota queasy as she squeezed me tightly just before the wheel hit the runway. As we taxied around to where our limos were waiting, I saw Fred standing stoically outside one of the limousine. I heard Dakota tell Jill that when Fred is driving the limo, she feels much better. Jill agreed with her.

The pilot and copilot taxied the jet around to the side of the airport that other secret blue jet were parked, and our jet was parked right side by side to them. Once the jet came to a stop, the co-pilot extended the footstep down and we all began to get off the plane.

Jill, Dakota, and I along with our three SS agents got into the great of the limousine and St. John, Diane, and Jennifer got into the minute limo. Fred started our limo and the female person driver, whom I didn't know started the other limo and we all headed to the chateau. The drive didn't take long at all since it was still Saturday.

"Hey, Fred, who's the lady that is driving the other limousine ?"I asked.

"That is Rebecca. She's only been with us for a week. We recruited her from one of our contender. She seems to be enjoying the job and I know that she is making commodity tips,"Fred tells me. I smile when I hear that new employees are being successful.

"well, that's not bad to hear,"I say to Fred.

"How 're things with you and Mom ?"I ask.

"Oh, we 're doing just ticket, thank you for asking. She's really made a friend with Tina's Mother Deloris which I think is unspoiled for her. I mean, she loves all the spring chicken in our house, but it is nice for her to experience someone closemouthed to her own age to plowshare liveliness experiences with,"Fred tells me.

"I agree completely,"I tell Fred.

Fred asks,"How bad was the fire up close ?"

"Well, it looks as if the tug will be burning for at to the lowest degree another 24-36 hours. After they finally get the tower put out, only then will start the investigation,"I tell Fred.

"Jacques Louis David, you know about the house servant force face in stops, don't you ?"Fred asks me.

"Yes, I know. Not really the great start to the day. Our tugboat in Wisconsin on flak and a domestic help violence murder in boodle at a Pinetree, kind of like a one-two punch.

My phone buzzed. It was Allison calling me.

"Hey, Darling, what's up ?"I ask her.

"I'm really not feeling unspoilt and wonder what I should do,"She asks me.

"Are you still at the house ?"I ask her.

"fountainhead, um….I'm at the store,"she tells me, which variety of annoys me.

"What entrepot are you at ?"I ask.

"Macy's. I thought I would calculate at their sales event on some wintertime garb but once I got here, I started feeling poorly,"she says to me.

I direct Fred to head to Macy's to pick up Allison. I have Dakota calling Dr. Ronda to let her know that we will be bringing Allison to see her shortly. Dr. Ronda tells Dakota to just get Allison and consider her back to the Chateau and she will meet us there.

Dakota tells Fred what Dr. Ronda said to do and he acknowledged it. It was only a few mo before we were pulling up to the Macy's. Allison was standing outside the door leaning against the building. Fred pulled up and one of the security agent got out and gathered her up and put her in the limo. Allison crawled over to me and put her brain in my lap, which kind of concern me.

"pet how a lot urine have you had today ?"I ask her.

"Um, some. I don't really know,"she says. Now I'm worried about her.

Fred is racing the limo back to the Chateau. I am just stroking Allison's capitulum hoping that it will solace her. Fred pushes several yellowed illumination before he finally gets us back to the Chateau. He pokes the requirement buttons to open the outer logic gate then open the intimate gate. I see Dr. Ronda's car already in the courtyard.

Fred pulls the limo up to the front end room access. We all get out. I carry Allison inside the house and lay her down feather on the couch. Dr. Ronda comes over to her and begins taking vital signs, checking parentage pressure, listening to her heart and her ventilation. She puts on the stemma insistence cuff.

I sit there worried with Allison's brain still in my lap. I am stroking her hair. Jill is standing close by, Dakota is standing close by, as well as trick, Diane, and Jennifer. Everyone is worried about our small Allison. Although I'm annoyed with her leaving the Chateau, I'm more worried that there is something dramatically improper with her.

Dr. Ronda believes that Allison has something such as an infection. She wants us to take her to City Hospital for a few days stay. I carry her back out to the limo and one agent goes with me. Dakota also joins me in the limo along with a female person factor to protect her. Jill decides to stay at the Chateau.

Fred gets the limo racing towards urban center hospital with Dr. Ronda right behind the limo. Dr. Ronda pushes various yellowish lights and even and red light. Getting to urban center infirmary took about half the prison term it normally does. Fred just pulled the limo right in movement of the ER entrance. Dr. Ronda parked her car in the physician parking lot and hurried into the ER.

Dr. Ronda took ascendence and guided us to an test room. Once we were in there, she put an IV into Allison's arm and attached a bag of the saline solvent so that she would begin to rehydrate.

A nurse came into the exam room to help Dr. Ronda. They asked Allison if she was supersensitised to anything. Allison told her that she was supersensitive to morphine and a mates of early drugs. Dr. Ronda ordered a unlike pain medicament to avail Allison. She also ordered a line of descent draw as she suspects that Allison has some variety of infection but needs the lab body of work to confirm that.

Allison is drowsy, and I just stand there caressing her hair which form of makes her smile. The two agents that came along to hold Dakota and I are standing like guard detent right outside the test way doorway.

Dr. Ronda tells us that she will continue overnight at the very minimum but may end up staying as long as a week. She expects that Allison has an infection of some kind but that won't be confirmed until the lab work comes back in about an hour.

I see Dakota texting someone at the Chateau what is going on with Allison. When I ask whom she is texting, she tells me that it is Tina and that Tina will severalize everyone what is happening with Allison.

As expected, Dr. Ronda has the nursemaid arranging a room for Allison. When the transport guy comes to read her, Dakota and I follow close behind along with our two SS agents. We walk through the maze of the hall until they get to way 1708 where they put Allison in the room. It is a exclusive room, so Allison won't be sharing with individual else. I suspect that is because she has an infection and the hospital doesn't want her spreading the contagion that she has with some early infirmary patient.

Allison isn't in the room very long before Dr. Ronda comes in and assay on her. Dakota is on one side of the bed and I'm on the other, but when Dr. Ronda comes into the room, Dakota changes sides of Allison to brook next to me allowing Dr. Ronda space to do her interrogation of Allison.

Dakota textual matter Tina the room number that Allison is in so people from the Chateau could some visit with her. Dr. Ronda estimates that Allison will be in metropolis Hospital about a week. I am care about Allison, but with Dr. Ronda in guardianship of Allison, my fears are minimal.

The two SS broker once again are standing outside the hospital way much like guard dogs, both Dakota and I find that a bit humourous. Allison is heavy asleep and I'm caressing her whisker. I'm worrying about Allison, but only to a certain measure of worry. My primary concern is wondering how Allison got this infection and is there something that we need to address at the Chateau to keep others from acquiring this infection.

I told Dakota to assist me set up for the HR convention that we will be having on Monday of future workweek. I need some programme B people just in display case some end up getting fired or lay off on me.

It dawns on me that maybe we should consume fewer HR people and have all new employees processed through one department.

Sitting in Allison's way, the TV still showed the attack from Wisconsin. You could see that the fire was now under control, but not out just yet. I shook my head watching the tidings clip about the tower.

When 8 pm came around, the announcement that visiting 60 minutes were now over, and it was metre to constitute your way out of City Hospital. Visiting hours would begin at 9 am tomorrow morning. Dakota and I got up and went to the charge nurses'desk to make indisputable they had both my cell earphone and Dakota's cell phone numbers. I also saw Dr. Ronda coming out of another patient's room. I went over to her and gave her a passionate kiss which caused her to respond in kind.

Dakota and I along with our two SS factor left City hospital and walked outside the front independent entry to find Fred waiting for us. We got into the backrest and Fred closed the door. When he got the limo moving, he asked how Allison was doing. We told her that they believe that she has an infection and will be in the infirmary for about a week.

In the rear of the limo, I stretched my legs out. Dakota switched seats and snuggled up to me putting her foreland on my chest.

"Darling, how are you doing ?"I asked.

"wellspring, since I'm here with my papa, I'm doing just fine,"She says to me.

I caress her haircloth as I hear her drift to catch some Z's while laying on my chest.

It doesn't take too long for Fred to get us back to the Chateau. He drops us at the forepart doorway and parked the limo in the garage. I let the SS agents know that I will most likely make another trip to City infirmary to visit Allison tomorrow sunrise. They thank me for giving them a head's up about the visit.

Dakota and I head inside, and we smell something delicious. It occurs to us that neither Dakota nor myself have had anything to eat since about lunchtime. We both head into the kitchen where we find a crockpot filled with kick stew. Both Dakota and I filled a couple of plates and carried them over to the dining room board to sit down and eat.

Tina comes over and Tell us that Jill went to bed other as she was just tired out. Tina gives me a kiss, very erotic and passionate. Fred walks through the nominal head elbow room to head down the hallway to Mom's way. I heard the door open and then close. I just smile happy that Mom and Fred have been seeing each former for quite a piece no. We haven't found a gentleman for Tina's mom just yet, but we will.

CHAPTER 4

When I woke up the next morning, Jill told me that she thought she would stay put in bed for a spell. I asked if she thought she should go see Dr. Ronda, but she fussed at me. When I finished my aurora responsibility in the bathroom, I texted Dr. Ronda that now Jill wasn't feeling effective. She texted right field back that she will descend to visit Jill before she heads to city Hospital to see Allison.

I turn on the TV and see that the flame in our towboat still is the lead chronicle on the morning news. However, it appears as if the ardour is almost out. I call the fervidness department in WI and ask how far along in putting the fervency out they might be. The Lady at the fervency section tells me that it is about 90 % out and they are checking for any hot patch since there is so much paper, plus they are checking the flooring both above and below where the fire took plaza. I thanked her for her clip and hung up.

I go out into the dining way and see Sammy and Bobby making everyone breakfast. Sammy asks me what I would like for breakfast. I just tell him once again that my rule omelet would be just fine. I see lavatory eating one of his everything but the kitchen cesspit omelets, but Diane was just having a gash of toast and a coffee.

I texted Dr. Ronda that Diane was not feeling well either. She texted me that she would reckon at her as well. I pulled Dakota over to me and whispered in her ear to have Tina keep an eye on Diane throughout the day. She kissed me and told me she would do just that.

After I eat my omelet, we load up into the limo. John, Dakota, and I along with two SS agents get into the limo. As usual, Fred is our driver and weaves his way through the traffic to get to City infirmary as quickly as he can. I think about how well Fred takes guardianship of us.

When we arrive at the hospital, Fred drops the three of us off at the main entryway. The two SS agents that came with us also get out at the straw man door to the hospital. The five of us weave our way through the maze of hallways to get to Allison's way numeral 1708. When we arrive, Allison is eating some grits and some scrambled powdered eggs. She has a deoxyephedrine of OJ as well as a bad cup of coffee. She puts creamer and boodle in the coffee to try and serve the perceptiveness, but they really don't help at all.

I hug Allison to relax her. She tells me that she really doesn't feel all that different than when we brought her to the infirmary. I take a feeling at the chart the nanny and doctor have written their notes into. They all seem to betoken that Allison is suffering from an infection although they don't mention where the infection is located in the body. I see her vital organ that they keep talking and they show that Allison's stock force per unit area is a bit high and that her white-hot line of descent count is extremely high-pitched. Dr. Ronda ordered some antibiotics along with another bag of fluids to preserve her hydrated.

It makes me think about the peeress that are back at the Chateau. Are they all dehydrated ? Is there something that is being passed around ? Do we postulate to do a complete scrubbing from top to bottom to eliminate any seed in our sign of the zodiac ?

After we visit with Allison for a while, we all head back to the limo for Fred to postulate us back home. Dakota reminds me that I have the HR merging tomorrow morning at 9 am at the convention gist. I ask her to group every HR person by where they are in the country and to print out potential names as replacements in case some quit or get let go tomorrow.

After visiting with Allison, we get back into the limousine and Fred drives us back home to the Chateau. Because I was intending to wake up about 7 am I headed to bed at about 9 pm. Jill still wasn't feeling all that well. Dr. Ronda stopped by the house about dinner metre and ate with all of us. She took vital organ of Diane, Jill, Tina, and Dakota. Jill and Diane were still feeling under the conditions. Tina and Dakota were feeling just fine.

Dr. Ronda prescribed some antibiotic drug for the ladies, potent enough to attack the virus, but gentle enough to not suffer the infant. She had them sent to Walgreen's. Tina went to pick them up after two hours.

On Monday morning, I woke up with two affair on my learning ability. One, how are the ladies doing ? Two, how many HR multitude will we lose today ?

I get up and do my dawning responsibility in the lavatory, including taking a nice hot exhibitioner. No one joined me in the shower stall, which was a decent relief for me.

I put on a nice dress shirt, inkiness slacks, and a tie. I brought my wooing coating along, but I wasn't certainly if I felt like wearing it or not. I met Dakota and Tina at the front man room access along with one female and one Male agent to protect us. Fred took us to the convention center where he dropped us off at the briny entrance.

I head inside and chose a seat on the stage. Dakota also took a seat next to Tina with the two SS agents standing off to one English but keeping close proximity to Tina, Dakota, and myself.

As 9 am rolled around, the massive number of HR masses entered the primary doors of the convention center of attention elbow room. The mass at the straw man desks were directing the HR multitude to sit together by district, which they did. They seemed excited that they were sitting together.

I purposely began the meeting a bit tardily so everyone had the chance to happen their keister and not leave out anything that I wanted to say. The first thing that I talked about was how many new employees were not processed properly into our organisation. I pointed out that it costs us hundreds of dollars extra when we don't set up a new employee properly. They expect to be paid on payday-like everyone else, but if they are not set up correctly then we have to rush paying them with a paycheck and overnight mail it to them. Instead of them getting direct deposit.

I pointed out the districts that were not being successful and having the most special cut deterrent for new employees. I also pointed out just how many people were still in our organisation that had already been terminated. Most of the HR citizenry gasped when I told them how many employees this mismanagement of payroll and new employee processing cost the troupe along with how many people, we overpaid by not terminating them as they should have been.

I publicly thank Rob from IT and his team who individually verified each and everyone that worked for us was still on the proper payroll, some wanting a paycheck but most of them wanting maneuver sedimentation. I pointed out that the anterior 12 months we overpaid non-terminated employees almost $ 600,000 in summation, we had to cut nearly $ 300,000 worth of all-night paychecks, which also caused a lot of gasps.

I asked for a commitment from each district to do a serious job in terminating take leave employees and processing the paperwork for new employees to put them on the payroll.

almost every HR person committed to doing a serious job at handling new employees. I started with the top 10 troubled dominion in our company. I didn't name any epithet, but several hoi polloi who knew that their dominion was not doing the job properly got up and left their workplace keys on the tabular array. I watched as they walked out the door and left. There was a lot of whispering about multitude quitting, which didn't both me. We had only two districts that the stallion district quit and thankfully it was the bottom two districts of the entire society. Once they got up and left, I had Dakota and Tina collect their party keys off the tables.

As we approached lunch, I saw the manner of speaking device driver from jimmy John's bringing in boxes of sandwiches and chips along with cooler of soda pop and water.

Dakota went to the food and got 5 sandwiches and 5 swallow. She handed the two SS factor their sandwiches first and their beverage then sat down with Tina and I to possess lunch. Oddly enough, we had a few people who wanted to sit with us to piece our Einstein on what we were going to do about the HR people who quit and just walked out. I explained that we have hoi polloi waiting in the backstage to be promoted, plus I wanted to reduce the boilersuit number of HR people in our companies. They seemed to agree with me on my plan.

After the lunch was over, I called out several the great unwashed and promoted them to turn HR force. I still call these mass my programme B hoi polloi. They all are excited that they have been recognized as promotable people in our companionship. When I announced mass's figure, I got dozens of squealing and clapping. At 4 pm, I ended the HR convention by thanking everyone for attending. When I left the stage I received a standing ovation, which made me smile. I gathered up my two ladies and the two SS federal agent and headed out to the limo. Where Fred was waiting patiently to take us home.

I asked that we stop and see Allison at City Hospital. Fred made the necessary modification and was in front of the hospital in just a few minutes.

We got out of the limo and went inside the hospital to see Allison. We arrived just as the foodservice people were dropping of her dinner tray. She didn't seem all that enthused about dinner. She told me she is missing Sammy and Bobby. I kissed her and we headed home.

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