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The Chauffeur ( # 58 ) The ardor

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

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

I called Roger as soon as I read his text content. The first margin call went straight to voicemail. The second shout Roger picked up.

"Hey, David, not a serious way to start a morning. 17 floors of our column in Wisconsin are on fervor. Since it is a Saturday, evacuating the edifice wasn't that hard. However, there was some reason the sprinklers didn't go on, so the fire fighter are attacking this fire head-on. Currently, this is a 6-alarm fire but will near likely get raised as the fire is not contained yet."Roger tells me.

I expect that you will be getting phone vociferation from many of your tenants in the building such as kraft paper food, who is the original proprietor of the building. I would mark to see but if you didn't buy the property in an ‘ as is'status we should probably get legal involved,"Roger says to me.

I thought about taking the jet to the attribute in Wisconsin, but I decided against it since we had another bit of time with exceptional federal agent Wade, plus the SS agents who will accompany us on this mission out in the LA desert once again. Fred, John, and I are supposed to meet up with the DEA just after 1 pm. All in all, we are supposed to get about 32 multitude on our slope of this mission.

After I hung up from the sound, I noticed that Dakota was in my log Z's bed. I tiptoed around her and saw that she was wearing panties just as Dr. Ronda had requested. I headed into the lavatory to ask upkeep of my morning duties which included a quick shower. As I had my head underneath the water, I felt the cold air from the cascade threshold being opened. I turned around expecting to see Dakota, but instead, it was Allison. I haven't played with Allison in quite a while, so it made me grinning to see her get into the shower stall with me.

I jokingly pushed her underneath the showerhead to get her entire soundbox wet before I began to wash her including a shampoo. As I was soaping her up, I leaned in and kissed her on the back of the neck. She reached behind her and gave my cock a dyad of tugs which made me smile.

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

After putting the towels into the trammel, we went to my bedchamber. She put a clean and jerk dry ovalbumin tee shirt on with no pantie's underneath. I put on my usual, a duo of short plus a white tee shirt. Once I was dressed, we left the bedroom to take her book binding to her bedroom. I opened the door and she immediately went to her water closet and took out a cute outfit to wear. It was a Nice yellow print top and a pair of yellowish shorts. She decided to go barefoot for now, but that may switch later.

When she was finished salad dressing, we went down to the TV room. No one was in the room, so we turned the TV on, and I selected an all-news canal to get the about selective information about our tower in Wisconsin River on ardour. Sammy came out to the TV way and asked Allison what she would like for breakfast, she asked for scrambled ballock and backbone. Sammy also asked me what I would like. I told him one of his majuscule Baron Verulam and cheese omelet with some fried tater on the side. He told that my breakfast would lead about 20 minutes and that he would put it on the dining way table when it is ready.

I sat down on the couch watching our column in Wisconsin sunburn. My real appreciativeness was that it was a weekend day and virtually no one had to be evacuated from the building. I texted Jennifer to turn on the TV when she gets up to see our tower in Wisconsin burning. We needed to pull the legal contract as well as the records for the blast crushing company on how recent the fire suppression equipment had been checked. I also wanted a list of tenants to be contacted and witness out when the fire department is finished for them to let us sleep together what was able to be salvaged out of their offices.

I switched back and forth on the TV from one news channel to another trying to get adept shots of the building burning. I put a call into the Fire Department in James Madison Wisconsin asking them about my building that was on blast. I got a very courteous ma'am who told me that there really was no additional information at this clock time, and she said that they already had my name and act to be reached once there is something to tell me. I thanked her for her clip and hung up.

As I sat on the couch with Allison, my phone buzzed once again. It was from Roger again. This meter his text read : husband murders married woman in Chicago in one of the Pinetree hotels. local anaesthetic law enforcement will be sending us copies of all the Police reports.

I just agitate my fountainhead mentation that he was very prophetic in his maiden textual matter message telling me that it wasn't a good start to the day.

I put my arm around Allison and pulled her into me as we watched the tidings. Although I prefer FOX news, I did watch CBS word to try and get a different tv camera angle on the fire. One thing that I noticed was a whole lot of firefighter standing around by the fire trucks. I wondered to myself why so many people were just standing around.

After about an hour of watching the fervidness on the news, FOX switched away from the flaming and did a piece on the murder in Chicago in a Pinetree. They clearly pointed out that it was a domestic violence cause as the husband had been arrested multiple times before.

My phone buzzed once again. This sentence it was especial Agent Wade of the DEA. She said"calling off the desert effect as we don't have decent agents to handle this group. Thanks for the offer of help ”.

I kind of emanate knowing that my hoi polloi won't be put in damage's way. I went over to the SS factor and show him my sound and the textbook content. He thanked me for the update. I texted john and Fred that today's meter with the DEA is off. A few minutes later Fred texted back that he appreciated the update.

As promised, Sammy delivered Allison her eggs and grits along with a refreshful cup of burnt umber. He also delivered me the omelet that I asked for along with some deep-fried potatoes. He had also poured me a deoxyephedrine of juice. He put my home at the top dog of the table and the one for Allison right on next to me where Dakota normally sits.

Since the DEA event was off for the day, I dialed up the jet crew and let them eff whenever they get set, I would like to fly to Madison Wisconsin River. 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 bedroom. Both Dakota and Jill let out small pant at seeing our tower burning. I suggested to both to pack an nightlong bag, just in case we end up staying over.

I ask Allison if she would care to go to Wisconsin, she asked if it would be OK if she skipped the misstep, which I kissed her and told her it would be no problem, but to last out here at the Chateau as I didn't want anyone out roaming around with the Mexican Drug combine not playing courteous with us nor the DEA.

I texted Diane telling her that we were making a trip to Wisconsin and that I would like her and John and Jennifer to join me in the jet. It took a dyad of minutes, but I finally got two text messages. One from Diane telling me that she and toilet were getting ready and one from Jennifer telling me she would be ready in lupus erythematosus than a half-hour.

I also texted Fred to let him know that the DEA event today had been canceled. In my text edition message, I let him bed that we were heading to the jet to make a trip to our tower in Wisconsin.

Diane and trick were the maiden to go far at the dining room board. John asked for his usual kitchen cesspool omelet. Diane wanted scrambled eggs and a cup of coffee berry. I reached into the fridge and gave her a bottle of urine as well.

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

Since Dakota and Jill were both going with me, both female agentive role and one male factor accompanied us. They each had an overnight bag ready and they set them by the front 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 take a span of cars. Tina offered to ride Diane, whoremaster, and Jennifer. Fred took Jill and her SS Agent in the townsfolk car. That left Dakota and her broker to ride along with me and my agentive role. Donna volunteered to subscribe to Dakota, and me along with our security broker to the jet.

When we all arrived at the jet, I gave Fred some entropy about our return so we would be better prepared with a full-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 place. The jet slowly moved from its parking dapple towards the runway. We waited in personal line of credit to get on the runway. There were three jets in front of us, although once the three jets took off, we lined up for takeoff as well.

We paused for a moment then we felt the delicious acceleration of the plane. Before we got to the end of the rails, the nose of the jet took a needlelike upwards angle putting us in the air and on our way to James Madison, Wisconsin.

Dakota got up and came over to sit by me. She turned around and flipped her tee-shirt up from the back to show me that she was indeed wearing panties, which made me smile. Dakota sat with her wooden leg on top of my lap. She leaned her head into me as we leveled out in the air. I gently began to rub Dakota's legs and feet.

On the former incline of me sat Jennifer. Saint John the Apostle and Diane sat on the erotic love seat with Diane leaning her head onto whoremonger's chest. Jennifer put her blazon around me and put her drumhead on my depart shoulder. We ran into some turbulence as we passed over UT and Centennial State, however, once we passed those two State Department the escape smoothed right out. The flight of steps to Wisconsin was right at the three-hour limit. Dakota pulled her wooden leg and base off me when the plane began its descent to land.

Unfortunately, we had to circle the drome a couple of clock time before the tower gave us permission to land the jet. Finally, we got the plane on the priming. We taxied the jet to the common soldier plane area. I saw the two limos that Dakota had ordered up for us to ride in while in Wisconsin.

Our pilot was able-bodied to park the jet amongst other private woodworking plane. We got the room access open and went down to the limo. Jill, Dakota and I along with three SS factor got into one limo with Jennifer, St. John the Apostle, and Diane getting into the other limousine. Both of our drivers knew where we were headed. They shut the endorse room access and headed the limo down the route towards the burning tugboat. I could see them a duet of miles before we got to the tugboat. As we arrived, there were respective TV news gang filming the flack and taking interviews with hoi polloi who had nothing to do with the tower, 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 entrance, I put my best side on to talk to the TV newsperson about the tower. Lots of questions 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 tugboat. He told me that they got everyone out and that only holding terms, no human injuries, which made me feel good.

I did manage to inquire about when the fire investigation would begin. The illustration from the fervour department told me that no probe would begin until after the stallion flame was completely out.

I got a speech sound call from Special agentive role Virginia Wade. She told me that she got into a bit of trouble for allowing my group to attend to her DEA agents in taking down the Mexican Drug trust. I apologized to her for getting her into a bit of worry, but she told me to not interest about it.

We pulled the two limo just a few feet away from the TV news caravan. I got out with Jennifer and Dakota by my incline. We answered as many of the question as we could, but we did emphasize that we were thankful that there was no one inside the position towner and that we will be well-chosen with getting the resultant role of the flack investigation.

One of the cameramen told us that it will be closer to 12 hours before the attack is out then they will begin the investigation. I thanked him for the information and asked where a good buffet car is that's not too far away. He recommended a mom and pop diner that was about 8 auction block removed from the firing. When we arrived at the diner, both device driver parked the limo at the far corner of the parking lot. We all got out and went inside.

The lieu was virtually empty, but one of our driver told us all that the food was good, so we took his suggestion and decided to stick around. With there being a sum of 9 of us, we pushed two mesa together and sat down. A nice older waitress came over to our tabular array and started taking swallow orders. She discussed the particular of the day, which was eggplant parmesan with a modest incline salad and a enceinte slice of garlic bread.

Jill wanted the special, Dakota ordered a grilled cheese sandwich with a bowl of tomato soup. Jennifer ordered tuna salad on wassail sourdough bread. John and Diane both ordered the special as well. I went in a totally dissimilar commission ; I ordered a BLT on white toast with mayo and two slash of Lycopersicon esculentum. I ordered a snow and everyone else ordered a sodium carbonate as well. I didn't hear what the SS agents ordered since they ended up sitting at a table future to us.

So, it ended up being 6 of my playgroup and 3 agents. I quietly told the waitress that I was picking up the bill for the tribute team that was sitting at a different table. Since the eating place wasn't all that busybodied, the meals 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 French fries or a incline salad otherwise you only get the sandwich. The waitress trying to gruntle all of us brought a big plate of French fries. Dakota, as usual, put some of the youngster on to a small plate and slathered them with ketchup before taking some and stuffing them into my sass and giggling all about it.

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

The waitress noticed that all the SS agentive role where carrying firearms. She asked how come they had gunslinger. I explained that they are shelter broker 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 face. He in-turn, kissed her back putting a bit of ketchup on her cheek, which made both giggles as well as the rest of the table.

When three very loud teenagers came into the restaurant, I saw that the SS federal agent got a bit flighty. The teens sat down a few board away from us. One of the agents moved her chair over next to Dakota and Jill. The teens noticed her do that and made a loud comment about how preposterous they thought my protection item was. They decided to arouse the federal agent by taunting them verbally. The agents didn't say a word but when one of the teen 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 tabular array. Instead, he decided that he would do what he wanted to do and there was zilch that the broker could do about it.

Just as the teen decided to take a swing at the agent, the adolescent had his grimace bounced off the table and was handcuffed in seconds. That only escalated the situation. The waitress demanded that the federal agent release the teenager. The teen only threatened the agent More. Now all three factor were involved, and they asked the teens to go back to their table and just get out us alone. The teens decided that they were right and took a swing at the agents. All three agentive role took the teens down like calf at a rodeo. All three were lying cheek down on their table with the waitress yelling at the agent that she's about to call the police and that they would witness real fuss as the Sherriff doesn't like unknown who cause trouble. At this point, Dakota stood up and told the waitress that we can get bad table service and unruly stripling at any diner in the world and that she should stay out of our business.

I asked for the bill, which the waitress had to add once again. I got up and went to the Johnny Cash cash register to pay the bill, but she was too in use running her back talk with the Captain James Cook. I looked at the total on the bill and threw down enough to pay the peak but only left her a 5 % tip since she decided to inject her nose into our concern. Dakota took a shot of the money next to the peak, so she couldn't squall the Sherriff and tell him that we did the old Dine and sprint subroutine. I asked the SS factor to unfreeze the teens, which they did, but they were ready to re-cuff them if they decided once again to put their nose into our business.

The nine of us walked out of the restaurant with the waitress telling us not to rush back. Dakota was immediate to state her that we wouldn't come back if the intellectual nourishment was free. That made all of us laugh as we left.

We got back into the limo and headed back to the tower to see if the fire was under ascendency yet. When we got there, we saw that the tower was still on fire, but it appeared to be much more than under control condition at this point. nigh of the new van left with only the one from FOX news remaining.

We all got out of the limos and stood there watching the firefighters attacking the fervidness on respective floors.

Dakota, Jill, Jennifer, and I started making renter phone calls. Everyone was informed about the firing and that the column may not be open for several daytime. I asked the hoi polloi from kraft paper why the sprinklers didn't kick on ; they had no answer for that question.

I dialed up our effectual section to experience them pull all the paperwork on the acquisition of that agency tower. They told me that it would demand a couple of days, but they will broadcast me copies for me to look over. Our top sound attorney for attribute acquisition told me he would send me his analysis of the paperwork and assure me if it was an ‘ as is'purchase or something else. I thanked him and hung up the phone.

As we stood there making phone cry, the reporter for FOX news show came over to one of the agents and asked who to address to about this blast. They politely pointed at me. The reporter, named Ashley President Lyndon Johnson, was gorgeous and cultivated. When I finished my phone call, I turned off my phone and put it in my air hole. She asked me respective questions while I was being videotaped. She thanked me for the individual audience and left with her cameraman. I asked one of the attack department skipper when they thought it would be completely out. He told me that it will be at least latterly tomorrow and possibly into the following day before they will get the fervour completely out and capable to begin their investigation of the ardor. I thanked him for his time and gathered my people to head back to the jet.

It took several transactions to get to the jet but once we were there, we all walked the steps and got into the jet, glad to be leaving this city. The co-pilot closed the hatch and took us to the runway. The jet once again accelerated down the runway and into the air to head back plate. I knew that the flight would take up another three time of day, but I was make to take a piffling nap. I stretched out and found Dakota curl up into me as the flight of stairs went towards home.

Once again, we experienced some small-scale quantity of upheaval over Centennial State and UT, but once we hit CA, we were in the exculpated and it was politic soaring from that point on to LA.

CHAPTER 3

As the jet went from a stratum flight to a declination preparing to down, Dakota rolled off me and I opened my heart. I asked the SS agent if they think anything will come of the adolescent, they didn't believe anything would, but they said that they would check in with local anaesthetic law enforcement just to pull in sure.

It was only a few minutes before the jet made a sharp downturn to dry land. Apparently, that share of the trajectory always makes Dakota nervous as she squeezed me tightly just before the wheels hit the runway. As we taxied around to where our limo were waiting, I saw Fred standing stoically outside one of the limo. I heard Dakota William Tell Jill that when Fred is driving the limousine, she feels much better. Jill agreed with her.

The pilot and co-pilot taxied the jet around to the side of the airport that other private super acid were parked, and our jet was parked right next to them. Once the jet came to a plosive, the co-pilot extended the dance step down and we all began to get off the plane.

Jill, Dakota, and I along with our three SS agents got into the bombastic of the limo and Saint John the Apostle, Diane, and Jennifer got into the second limo. Fred started our limousine and the female device 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 early limousine ?"I asked.

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

"Well, that's cracking to hear,"I say to Fred.

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

"Oh, we 're doing just fine, thank you for asking. She's really made a booster with Tina's Mother Deloris which I think is near for her. I mean, she loves all the youthfulness in our home, but it is nice for her to have someone closelipped to her own age to parcel animation experiences with,"Fred tells me.

"I agree completely,"I tell Fred.

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

"Well, it looks as if the tower will be burning for at least another 24-36 minute. After they finally get the tower put out, only then will embark on the investigation,"I tell Fred.

"Jacques Louis David, you know about the domestic violence display case in Chicago, don't you ?"Fred asks me.

"Yes, I know. Not really the bully starting line to the day. Our tugboat in Wisconsin on fire and a domesticated violence murder in Chicago at a Pinetree, form 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 good and wonder what I should do,"She asks me.

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

"fountainhead, um….I'm at the computer memory,"she tells me, which kind of devil me.

"What fund are you at ?"I ask.

"Macy's. I thought I would look at their sale on some winter dress but once I got here, I started feeling poorly,"she says to me.

I direct Fred to manoeuver to Macy's to cull 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 take her spine 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 arcminute before we were pulling up to the Macy's. Allison was standing outside the doorway leaning against the building. Fred pulled up and one of the surety federal agent got out and gathered her up and put her in the limo. Allison crawled over to me and put her head in my lap, which variety of apprehensive me.

"pet how a great deal water have you had today ?"I ask her.

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

Fred is racing the limo back to the Chateau. I am just stroking Allison's promontory hoping that it will solace her. Fred pushes several yellow luminosity before he finally gets us back to the Chateau. He pokes the necessary push to spread out the outer logic gate then open the inner logic gate. I see Dr. Ronda's car already in the courtyard.

Fred pulls the limousine up to the nominal head door. We all get out. I carry Allison inside the house and lay her down on the couch. Dr. Ronda comes over to her and begins taking lively signs, checking blood pressure, listening to her middle and her breathing. She puts on the blood pressure cuff.

I sit there worried with Allison's head still in my lap. I am stroking her hairsbreadth. Jill is standing close by, Dakota is standing close by, as well as whoremaster, Diane, and Jennifer. Everyone is worried about our trivial Allison. Although I'm annoyed with her leaving the Chateau, I'm more upset that there is something dramatically wrong with her.

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

Fred gets the limo racing towards city hospital with Dr. Ronda right behind the limo. Dr. Ronda pushes respective chicken Christ Within and even and red light. Getting to metropolis Hospital took about half the clip it normally does. Fred just pulled the limo right in front of the ER entree. Dr. Ronda parked her car in the doc parking lot and hurried into the ER.

Dr. Ronda took restraint and guided us to an exam room. Once we were in there, she put an IV into Allison's arm and attached a bag of the saline solution so that she would get down to rehydrate.

A nurse came into the test room to assist Dr. Ronda. They asked Allison if she was allergic to anything. Allison told her that she was hypersensitised to morphine and a couple of other drugs. Dr. Ronda ordered a different pain medicine to help Allison. She also ordered a roue draw as she suspects that Allison has some sort of infection but needs the lab piece of work to confirm that.

Allison is drowsy, and I just stand there caressing her hair which form of makes her smile. The two agent that came along to guard Dakota and I are standing like guard click right outside the exam elbow room doorway.

Dr. Ronda tells us that she will stay overnight at the very minimum but may end up staying as long as a week. She expects that Allison has an infection of some sort but that won't be confirmed until the lab workplace 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 narrate everyone what is happening with Allison.

As expected, Dr. Ronda has the nurses arranging a room for Allison. When the transport guy comes to lease her, Dakota and I follow close behind along with our two SS broker. We walk through the maze of the hallway until they get to elbow room 1708 where they put Allison in the room. It is a single room, so Allison won't be sharing with someone else. I suspect that is because she has an infection and the hospital doesn't want her spreading the infection that she has with some other hospital patient.

Allison isn't in the room very long before Dr. Ronda comes in and checks 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 side of meat of Allison to suffer next to me allowing Dr. Ronda space to do her examination of Allison.

Dakota texts Tina the way number that Allison is in so people from the Chateau could some visit with her. Dr. Ronda estimates that Allison will be in City hospital about a week. I am worried about Allison, but with Dr. Ronda in charge of Allison, my fearfulness are minimal.

The two SS agents once again are standing outside the hospital room much like guard bounder, both Dakota and I find that a bit humorous. Allison is heavy asleep and I'm caressing her pilus. I'm worrying about Allison, but only to a sure amount of worry. My primary vexation is wondering how Allison got this contagion and is there something that we need to address at the Chateau to sustain others from acquiring this infection.

I told Dakota to help me set up for the HR convention that we will be having on Monday of future week. I need some program B multitude just in case some end up getting fired or renounce on me.

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

posing in Allison's room, the TV still showed the flame from Wisconsin. You could see that the ardor was now under ascendance, but not out just yet. I shook my head watching the tidings clip about the tower.

When 8 pm came around, the proclamation that visiting hr were now over, and it was time to constitute your way out of City Hospital. Visiting hours would set about at 9 am tomorrow morning. Dakota and I got up and went to the complaint nurses'desk to produce sure they had both my cellular phone phone and Dakota's cellphone 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 agent left City hospital and walked outside the battlefront main entrance to ascertain Fred waiting for us. We got into the back 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 contagion and will be in the infirmary for about a week.

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

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

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

I caress her hairsbreadth as I hear her drift to sleep 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 front door and parked the limo in the garage. I let the SS agents know that I will most belike make another stumble to city infirmary to visit Allison tomorrow dawning. They thank me for giving them a brain'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 lunch period. We both head into the kitchen where we find a crockpot filled with beef stew. Both Dakota and I filled a couple of plates and carried them over to the dining room table to sit down and eat.

Tina comes over and tells us that Jill went to bed early on as she was just tired out. Tina gives me a buss, very titillating and passionate. Fred walks through the front room to head down the hallway to Mom's room. I heard the door undecided and then close. I just smile glad that Mom and Fred have been seeing each early for quite a while no. We haven't found a gentleman for Tina's mom just yet, but we will.

CHAPTER 4

When I woke up the adjacent break of day, Jill told me that she thought she would appease in bed for a while. I asked if she thought she should go see Dr. Ronda, but she fussed at me. When I finished my morning duties in the bath, I texted Dr. Ronda that now Jill wasn't feeling good. She texted redress back that she will come to chew the fat Jill before she heads to metropolis Hospital to see Allison.

I turn on the TV and see that the fire in our tower still is the lead story on the morning word. However, it appears as if the fire is almost out. I call the Fire Department in Wisconsin and ask how far along in putting the fire out they might be. The gentlewoman at the fire department tells me that it is about 90 % out and they are checking for any hot smudge since there is so much paper, plus they are checking the floors both above and below where the fire took place. I thanked her for her clip and hung up.

I go out into the dining elbow room and see Sammy and Bobby making everyone breakfast. Sammy asks me what I would care for breakfast. I just tell him once again that my normal omelet would be just fine. I see lavatory eating one of his everything but the kitchen cesspool omelette, but Diane was just having a slice of toast and a coffee.

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

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

When we arrive at the hospital, Fred drops the three of us off at the chief entrance. The two SS agents that came with us also get out at the front doorway to the infirmary. The five of us weave our way through the maze of hallways to get to Allison's room number 1708. When we arrive, Allison is eating some gritrock and some scrambled powdered bollock. She has a crank of OJ as well as a bad cup of coffee. She puts creamer and sugar in the coffee to try and help the taste, but they really don't help at all.

I hug Allison to relax her. She tells me that she really doesn't sense all that different than when we brought her to the hospital. I take a look at the chart the nanny and doctors have written their notes into. They all seem to indicate that Allison is suffering from an infection although they don't mention where the infection is located in the soundbox. I see her vitals that they keep talking and they show that Allison's blood pressure is a bit high and that her White person origin count is extremely high gear. Dr. Ronda ordered some antibiotics along with another bag of fluids to keep her hydrated.

It makes me suppose about the ladies that are back at the Chateau. Are they all dehydrated ? Is there something that is being passed around ? Do we postulate to do a double-dyed scouring from top to bottom to eliminate any germs in our theatre ?

After we visit with Allison for a patch, we all head back to the limo for Fred to take us back household. Dakota reminds me that I have the HR meeting tomorrow morning at 9 am at the conventionalism center. I ask her to group every HR mortal by where they are in the country and to print out potential names as replacements in compositor's case some quit or get let go tomorrow.

After visiting with Allison, we get back into the limo and Fred drives us back home to the Chateau. Because I was intending to stir up 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 household about dinner time and ate with all of us. She took vitals of Diane, Jill, Tina, and Dakota. Jill and Diane were still feeling under the atmospheric condition. Tina and Dakota were feeling just fine.

Dr. Ronda prescribed some antibiotics for the lady, strong enough to aggress the virus, but gentle enough to not hurt the babies. She had them sent to Walgreen's. Tina went to nibble them up after two hours.

On Monday morning, I woke up with two thing on my encephalon. One, how are the Lady doing ? Two, how many HR people will we lose today ?

I get up and do my good morning duty in the bathroom, including taking a overnice hot shower. No one joined me in the shower bath stall, which was a courteous relief for me.

I put on a nice clothes shirt, blackness slacks, and a tie. I brought my courting coating along, but I wasn't sure if I felt like wearing it or not. I met Dakota and Tina at the front door along with one female person and one male agent to protect us. Fred took us to the convention center where he dropped us off at the chief entrance.

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

As 9 am rolled around, the massive figure of HR people entered the primary threshold of the conventionalism center room. The people at the front end desks were directing the HR mass to sit together by territory, which they did. They seemed excited that they were sitting together.

I purposely began the get together a bit deep so everyone had the opportunity to get hold their seat and not miss anything that I wanted to say. The kickoff thing that I talked about was how many new employees were not processed properly into our system. I pointed out that it costs us hundred 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 induce paying them with a payroll check and overnight mail it to them. Instead of them getting aim deposit.

I pointed out the districts that were not being successful and having the most special cut checks for new employees. I also pointed out just how many people were still in our system that had already been terminated. to the highest degree of the HR masses gasped when I told them how many employees this mismanagement of payroll and new employee processing price the company along with how many people, we overpaid by not terminating them as they should consume been.

I publicly thank Rob from IT and his team who individually verified each and everyone that worked for us was still on the right paysheet, some wanting a paycheck but nearly of them wanting direct deposit. I pointed out that the prior 12 months we overpaid non-terminated employees almost $ 600,000 in plus, we had to cut nearly $ 300,000 Charles Frederick Worth of overnight payroll check, which also caused a lot of gasps.

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

Most every HR person committed to doing a safe job at handling new employees. I started with the top 10 disoblige territorial dominion in our company. I didn't figure any names, but respective people who knew that their dominion was not doing the job properly got up and left their work Francis Scott Key on the table. I watched as they walked out the threshold and left wing. There was a lot of whispering about the great unwashed quitting, which didn't both me. We had only two district that the entire district quit and thankfully it was the stern two districts of the full society. Once they got up and left, I had Dakota and Tina collect their company discover off the tables.

As we approached lunch, I saw the delivery number one wood from jimmy John's bringing in boxes of sandwiches and chips along with tank of tonic and water.

Dakota went to the food and got 5 sandwiches and 5 drinks. She handed the two SS federal agent their sandwiches first and their drinks then sat down with Tina and I to give lunch. Oddly enough, we had a few people who wanted to sit with us to pick our psyche on what we were going to do about the HR the great unwashed who quit and just walked out. I explained that we have people waiting in the wings to be promoted, plus I wanted to keep down the overall turn of HR people in our companies. They seemed to agree with me on my plan.

After the dejeuner was over, I called out several hoi polloi and promoted them to become HR personnel office. I still name these masses my Plan B people. They all are excited that they have been recognized as promotable people in our company. When I announced hoi polloi's names, I got lot 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 standing ovation, which made me grin. I gathered up my two noblewoman and the two SS broker and headed out to the limo. Where Fred was waiting patiently to claim us home.

I asked that we stop and see Allison at city infirmary. Fred made the essential adjustments 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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