The Chauffeur ( # 61 ) A Shooting

By PABLO DIABLO

copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

It had been several week since we have heard of the Russian guys as well as Vladimir Horowitz and his dance band of criminals. However, Dakota kept a log in her journal of any issues, even if they were not confirmed. She still didn't reliance 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 wind, but plentitude of rain, lightning, and skag. I really didn't even want to leave the Chateau but piece of work at the hawk called.

I got into the limo that Fred was driving. Sharon, Dakota, Jill, Donna all came with me. whoremaster chose to drive his motortruck so he and Diane went to the war hawk in his truck. The weather really was rotten. On the way to the war hawk, 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 hour 's thrust to get to the mortarboard. Fred pulled the limo into the parking garage, so no one got wet going from the limo to the lift. I told Fred to return about midday to take us to luncheon. I had that Italian place that Fred introduced us to in my head for dejeuner as they always have great food, and everyone seems relaxed and happy to eat there.

We took the elevator up to our floor. Jill dialed up Diane to assure that she and lavatory were getting through the crappy dealings. She said that the going was slow up, but they were only a few blocks away from the parking garage.

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

I got on the telephone set and made headphone birdsong to the assorted office staff we had following up on things that I had asked to be corrected earlier.

One matter that I did notice was we came to the office with only two SS factor. When I opened my reckoner, I saw an email from one of the factor telling me that some of them were going to spend to the highest degree of the day reassessing the security at the Chateau.

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

As I made my way through the cockcrow sound calls, the storm outside seems to intensify. Flashes of lightning and clangor of thunder were constant. At one item, the lights flickered in the hawk, but they never went out.

I got up from my computing machine and walked around the berth telling everyone that if they didn't need to be on their laptop to stay off them. Most of the spot staff were able to go to making telephone set cry and remain off their reckoner. A couple of faculty member needed to continue making phone calls.

John, as usual, was being his goofy ego. He stood at one of the large windows watching the storm. Suddenly, a enceinte lightning bolt hit the edifice across the street causing John to leap back as the nose drops was almost immediate.

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

John the Divine, of course, came over to my place to point out that it was 11:30 am and metre to leave for lunch. It really wasn't a surprisal that John was ready to leave to go eat. He collected his married woman, Diane, and they headed down the lift to go over to the parking garage. The rest of us collected at the elevator and bait down together. It was nice seeing all the ladies in their cute raincoats and umbrellas.

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

Fred, of line, was waiting at the limo with the second room access undecided for us.

All the dame got into the limo followed by me. Fred closed the door and headed around to the driver's stern to take us to lunch. Fred had to sit and look at the passing on the beginning floor as there were three or four cars ahead of us.

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

Everyone seemed well-chosen to be heading to the Italian restaurant for lunch. When we arrived all the ma'am got out and quickly headed inside the eating place. When the possessor saw us get in, he greeted us warmly and brought out a couple of baskets of toasted garlic dough, which is always a delight.

All the ladies were chatting away as the waitress worked her way around the table taking everyone's boozing gild. Fred looked much like a drowning puppy. He just sat in his chair and asked if they had a cloth, he could borrow to dry his hair. One of the busboys brought over a large material. Fred thanked him and began to use the cloth much like a towel.

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

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

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

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

Fred pulled the limousine up to the sidewalk by the face threshold. Just as we were leaving the restaurant, a lightning bolt hit nearby, and the fracture of scag was immediate. There was a mo pass just a moment after the start crack.

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

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

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

Jill was still laying on the ground. One of the SS agents dialed up 911 requesting paramedics and police. The proprietor of the restaurant came outside with a handful of towels to help stop the bleeding. Diane and the former 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 hour or Thomas More. The two male paramedics asked Diane and the SS federal agent to move aside so they could work on Jill and her infant. I watched in astonished silence as they shocked her heart to initiate 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 return to my genu right next to Jill. The paramedics shocked Jill three separate multiplication before she took an breathe in breathing space, 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 holes that had an huge amount of money of blood flowing out of her body. I didn't see it happen, but John moved over following to me and put his mitt on my shoulder. At that moment I saw that the sidewalk was covered in stock and that it was dripping off the pavement into the parking lot.

Once again, they grabbed the pith boat paddle and shocked her. Without saying a word, my eye teared up and tears began rolling down my face. As I was standing there, Dakota squeezed my hand tighter and put her nous on my chest. 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 copestone and brought it over next to her trunk. The paramedical stopped working on Jill for a moment to load her onto the rolling stretcher. Once she was loaded, the ambulance meeter lifted her up and rolled her into the back of the ambulance.

One of the paramedics got into the ambulance with the other ambulance co-occurrence. They both continued to work on Jill frantically. The meeter that didn't climb into the back shut the game doors and ran around to get into the number one wood'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 motortruck which was only a few invertebrate foot away. Fred closed the back room access and headed towards the infirmary with all of us.

I don't really know how yearn the drive from the restaurant was to the hospital. When we arrived, Fred pulled the limousine next to the ER accounting entry doorway. All the Lady got out of the vehicle and went inside. Dakota had to take me by the mitt 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 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 chance event. Just as Dakota and I arrived, I saw the three physician and two nurse pulling a White sheet over Jill's headspring. At that very second, my articulatio genus buckled underneath me, and I fell to the flooring. 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 floor. Diane knew instantly something ill-timed had happened. She whispered into bathroom's ear to encounter out what happened as she would go tell the others that were in the ER waiting area.

As John Lackland walked around me, he saw the tweed sail over Jill's face. He knew that nothing good has happened. Diane realized what has happened and went running out to the ER waiting room. She frantically told everyone that Jill and the baby are dead.

Just as she finished telling the mathematical group, respective urban center Policemen entered the ER. Diane overheard them ask where the mathematical group for Jill Graham Greene would be. Diane went over to the officers and introduced herself. She took two of the Policemen to the group that was waiting in the ER waiting area. After that, she took the remaining two officer down the hall to the examination elbow room where Jill's body was still laying with a sail over her face.

I saw Diane leading the ship's officer down the hallway towards me and Dakota. She helped me up off the level, however, my genu were still very weak, so she leaned me against the wall to avail me remain standing.

"Hello Mr. Greene, I'm Sargent Don Major. We are here to look into the shot in front of the Italian restaurant,"the police officer says to me.

I just stand there numb.

"hello 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.

"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 shooting from your chemical group ?"Sargent Major asked.

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

"We need to recognise who shooting and where the barb went,"he says.

"fountainhead, 4 expectant men were at the end of the sidewalk. When there was a large crack of thunder then a second crack which we thought was thunder as well, but it was their first shot at us. The bullet went whizzing by us. Both of our privy service security guys withdrew their weapon system and refund flame,"she told the officer.

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

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

"And where is Mrs. Jill Greene ? We have question 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 exam room, but he stopped when he saw the consistence underneath the albumen sheet.

"Mr. Greene, I am good-for-naught for your loss,"John Singer Sargent John R. Major said.

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

Fred must have seen us as the limo pulled up to the ER doors and our group all walked out to the vehicle. Fred opened the back door and John 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 common, 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 service department. We all got out and headed into the business firm. Dakota kept with me, holding onto me making sure that I kept moving.

As we made our way into the sign, everyone that was there said how sorry they were that we lost Jill and the baby. I felt numb from caput to toe. Dakota gently guided me into my bedchamber, which now looked so vacant without Jill.

Dakota took me to the bathroom. She gently began to divest me down. Once I was naked, she pushed me into the shower stall. In just a pair of present moment, she joined me. She turned on the water hot to soothe and relax my muscles. She asked me to bend my top dog down so she could shampoo my hair's-breadth. I did everything that she asked of me, but I was still in a immense daze.

When the shower was over, Dakota turned the urine off and stepped out of the shower to grab a couple of clean dry towels. At offset, she used one to dry me off. When I was dry, she used the other one to dry herself off. When we were both dry, she walked us out of the lav to my bedroom. She opened the dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of hoops shorts. She had me step into them. After they were on my organic structure, she opened another drawer to get me a White person 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 hand and walked me out to the TV room. I remember looking at the clock on my dresser. It read at 8:30 pm. It had been almost 9 hours since I had something to eat and about 7 60 minutes since Jill died.

Did she die because of me ?

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

What am I going to do without her ?

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

After what seemed like an timeless existence, Melanie quit hugging me. Dakota kept walking me towards the TV room where most of our grouping was sitting. When we reached the TV room, Paula and Amy got up off the couch and put their munition around me telling me how grim they were for the release of Jill and the baby.

"knob, is there anything I can get you ?"whoremonger asked me but I was at a going for answering him.

Jennifer pushed me down onto the couch. The ma'am rotated sitting adjacent to me and hugging me. All of them told me how dreary they were for losing Jill and the baby. Every time somebody said something that the last expression of Jill covered by that blanched tack kept burning a pickle in my brain.

I was torn between being miserable and angry. My brainiac was stuck between both emotions.

When Sharon came over to me and sat down, she gently told me that she called the board of director in NY and let them make love that Jill was murdered today. They told her to let them know when her funeral will be.

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

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

As Jacques Louis David sat on the couch, his son showed up at the gate asking to see his father. Amy pushed to proper buttons to let him drive into the courtyard. Sharon was waiting for him at the front end room access. She warned him not to upset his Church Father any further than he already is. Michael quickly agreed as he stepped into the Chateau.

Sharon escorted Michael over to his dad. Michael took a seat on the loveseat.

"Hey Dad,"Michael said.

David did not react at all. He turned his read/write head, 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 elbow room mesa 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 hand and led him to bed. All of the lady, both chefs, Fred, Melanie, John and Diane, and even Michael wished him a proficient nighttime's sleep, even though everyone knew that having a in effect dark's eternal rest was virtually impossible.

Dakota took his deal and led him to the bedroom. When St. David reached the room access to the bedroom, he stopped and just looked at the bed. Dakota stood there quietly with him not pushing him at all. She just stood there quietly holding David's hand and waiting for him to wee the first base movement into his bedroom. Much to Dakota's surprise, David turned and took a few whole step down the hallway to Dakota's door.

She opened the door and Jacques Louis David stepped inside. She walked handwriting in script with 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 Saint David down and turned the quilt back as Jacques Louis David gently got into her bed. She was quite storm as he had never slept one minute in her bed, but she had spent many Nox in his bed.

Once he got comfortable in her bed, it took about 5 second for him to fall asleep, which truly surprised her. She stripped down and got into the bed with him. She took her usual office, her back facing him and her cunning 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 peaceable sleep.

CHAPTER 3

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

She walked out of her bedchamber and over to St. David's sleeping accommodation. She gently opened the doorway 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 comfortable. Everyone is here to help you,"Dakota said to him in a quiet low tone, almost a whisper.

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

As the eggs were cooking, several of the ladies made their way to the kitchen looking for coffee. Dakota filled her cup and put on another pot of chocolate so there would be no rioting over Columbia University's upright effectual export.

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

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

"Hun, you have to eat something. I know you really aren't hungry, but it is significant. Don't make me pinch your nose closed and when your oral cavity daddy open Sharon will stick to a fork full moon of ball in your back talk,"Dakota says to David smiling the entirely time.

That got David to eat a forkful of eggs, reluctantly of trend. Bobby brought over a glass of pineapple plant succus and put it on the table in nominal head of David. Out of habit, David took a big sip of the juice.

"What do I do about Jill's stuff ? Do I set off 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 dame. They were thinking that it might be too soon to remove her hooey, but then again, maybe St. David didn't want to be staring at things to remind him of losing his darling wife.

As David looked around at all the lady, for the first metre he really noticed how much Dakota and Diane were showing their maternity. John Lackland was extremely attentive to his wife.

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

Just then, Jacques Louis David made a promise to himself that he would be a amend friend, devotee, and father. He decided that people such as Dakota who have spent virtually every waking instant helping him needed to be cherished. He also thought about his protégé, John. He thought about how John the Evangelist has grown from a college guy that would be used the work Fuck often like hoi polloi use Strategic Arms Limitation Talks to this man that he sees before him now taking forethought of his married woman and trying to pick up from David everything he can.

"Hey David,"John said.

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

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

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

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

privy finished his scrambled eggs and threw his paper denture in the scraps when it was abandon. He took Diane's crustal plate as well since she finished first. He did pour Diane a new cup of coffee even though Dr. Ronda had warned against too much caffeine.

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

Dakota whispered to Saint David that Dr. Ronda will be by after her hospital rounds this break of day, probably before lunchtime. That made Jacques Louis David smile a bit. Thankfully Dakota, as common, was taking care of so much for Jacques Louis David.

Amy handled the countless act of phone calls from newsworthiness sensitive, people in the company, and other general Friend who just wanted to send their condolences. Amy got a notepad out and began writing the epithet, phone numbers, and intellect for the calls. She was allowing NO ONE to speak to St. David directly.

She did study a birdcall from peculiar factor Fernandez letting David know that City law will be conducting the postmortem examination on Jill and the baby, but the FBI will manage the resultant to ensure the procedure is done right. Mariana, his wife, and Jacques Louis David's employee really didn't know if she was supposed to maintain going to the war hawk or not. Amy told her to sense free to follow to the Chateau and that there would be piffling to no office duties for the following week.

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

Jennifer called the the great unwashed 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 sidereal day and that everyone would be getting the time off with pay. All of the staff sent their adept wishes to David through Sharon.

Everyone, including the pornography Twins, really had no idea how to handle David. The stopping point time anyone saw David this way was when Jill was in the infirmary. However, now she is gone, and David's heart is broken. The only matter that is keeping him even remotely sane is Dakota.

As David sat in the TV elbow room, he couldn't even watch TV as the newsworthiness about Jill's murder was the lead story on all the intelligence 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 result, so Belinda just hang around doing virtually nothing.

As the morning became later, Dr. Ronda showed up at the Chateau. Amy poked the essential buttons to take into account Ronda inside the outer logic gate and then inside the inner gate. She parked her car inside one of the service department and went inside the house. She was met by Donna and walked to David.

Next to Jacques Louis David, was Dakota. She was like the unwavering scout watching over David. Still, the phone calls kept coming. Amy had taken so many phone calls that she finally asked for assistance. 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 crime syndicate for lunch. Dakota suggested sub sandwiches and maybe some soup. Bobby and Sammy had an idea of what to make. They brought out respective loaf of recollective French bread. They pulled out a rotisserie chicken out of the fridge and stripped all the meat off the bird. Sammy began to take the rudiments for the chicken bean soup. Bobby began cutting the bread into several sub sandwiches. He got out the sliced meats of salami, turkey, and ham. He put mustard and mayonnaise on each one-half of the bread along with slit tomato plant and lettuce. They did slit up some unfermented onions for those who might want onions on their sandwich.

CHAPTER 4

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

As the day wore on, David's mode really didn't variety. Dr. Ronda left the Chateau for a patch only to return about dinner party sentence. David did grapple a smile when he saw Ronda getting even.

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

Bobby and Sammy decided to prepare some steaks for dinner along with baked potatoes and a prissy big salad with homemade ranch grooming and an Italian medical dressing available. In accession, they also had steamed broccoli with a squeeze of sassy lemon.

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

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

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

Donna instead turned on their DVD player and put the picture show ‘ Secondhand Panthera leo'in to try and relieve the depressing temper in the sign of the zodiac. Many of the cleaning lady smiled when they saw the movie that was put into the musician. Since Saint 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 sure to muss his hair trying to be funny. This did have him to smile a bit.

About 4:30 pm, Saint David got up and took a bit on the couch in the TV room. He sat there for about 15 minutes before he got up and headed up to the authority to check his emails. When he logged on, he saw that he had about 850 email. He was afraid to open Jill's computer, fearing that it would be too excited for him. As he sat in front of his information processing system, he began to think about who would replace Jill as the Director of Financial affairs.

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

David began sorting through the emails. The number 1 one that caught his eye was one from the recording studio. They were having issues and didn't know who to turn to for answers. St. David suggested in a return email that they go to Mike Booker.

David also sent an e-mail to Dave burgundy a head-shrinker that he has used before. He made a long list of demand for a new Director of Financial affairs. Hopefully, Mr. Burgundy will birth a couple of qualified hoi polloi to send to him.

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

"Are you doing OK ?"she asked.

"I guess. I answered stack of e-mail and read many more,"David replied.

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

In David's thinker, dinner sounded good, so he headed over to the dining way board. He sat in his usual president and Dakota sat on his right. All the house fellow member came to the table and chose a chairman, however, no one sat in the death chair that Jill usually sat in on the left slope of St. David. He just stared at the chair, almost as if she was coming to take her seat at the table.

Each of the phallus of the house, got up one by one to go into the kitchen and get a plate good of food from Bobby and Sammy. However, without Saint David even getting up from the table, Dakota brought him dinner.

The whole chemical group seemed very subdued with Jill gone. As everyone was finishing dinner, John got up and walked over to David. He pulled a chairperson up next to David.

"Hey Boss, I have an approximation for you to think about,"St. John said.

"What is it ?"David replied.

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

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

"Put about 10 million into a task that would give the money away to certain type of hoi polloi, such as single parents who are struggling to form ends fill and do it all in Jill's epithet,"John suggested.

I looked at Dakota, who was nodding her mind in a yes personal manner, telling me silently that we could plough 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 intend of the opportunity.

"St. David, what do you think of the idea ?"Jennifer asked.

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

"Well, how practically do you think should be put into this project ?"Jennifer asked.

"I was thinking about 100 million."

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

"Well, my commencement instinct is to ask Melanie. I know that she is looking for something to do and this would most probably make her tactile property fulfilled."

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

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

Jennifer says,"What about Melanie overseeing the project with Allison and Belinda doing the grunt work. Mom has a long chronicle with large sum of money of money, and she could go half-time keeping Belinda and Allison in stoppage and honest."

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

"OK, then tomorrow you will get off your ass and go to the Hawk. We will yell the lawyers and ask them about setting this labor up. Speaking of the lawyers, we got a letter from them today telling us that we are going to sue the insurance company that has refused to report the fire. They sent us a 31-page letter explaining their position ( the insurance company's position ). Our lawyer's military position is that they agreed to cover the construction without an inspection and thus they should be paying for the damage. The letter 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 rejoin us.

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

Jennifer walked away from me and down to the other end of the table. She whispered into the ear 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 got up and drug two other electric chair over to me where the peeress could sit while I talked to them.

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

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

"I want to run with a projection that John suggested. He thought that we could startle a programme for struggling exclusive parents. It would be Jill's legacy,"I replied.

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

"We form a charitable system, dump a bunch of money into the undertaking and let Melanie run the solid thing with Allison and Belinda being operational 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 questions dame ?"I asked.

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

"Of course,"I replied.

This made Allison smile more.

"Since this is a Greek valerian, how many 60 minutes a week 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 making now, but how about I double your pay to remove on this project ? Also, maybe about 30 hours a week. Of line, there will be peculiar calendar week where you may have to work a bit more, but that shouldn't be Thomas More than a match of calendar week a year,"I tell Belinda which caused her to smile her beautiful smile.

The three Lady looked at each former and all shook their heads in understanding that they would accept the offered positions. Each noblewoman got up and walked over to lavatory 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 love : Chocolate fudge, lemon crème, and Carrot cake. All the Lady giggled with excitement seeing the patty. trick, of course, got a slice for Diane then three slash for himself.

I KNOW THAT THIS CHAPTER IS short, AND FOR THAT I APOLOGIZE. HOWEVER, IF YOU ENJOYED THE CHAPTER PLEASE LEAVE ME A shortstop banknote. I PUT IN A BIG surprise IN THIS CHAPTER AND I HOPE IT DOESN'T FREAK TOO MANY OF MY FANS OUT………. PABLO DIABLO .