The Chauffeur ( # 61 ) A Shooting

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

It had been several calendar week since we have heard of the Russian cat as well as Horowitz and his band of criminal. However, Dakota kept a log in her journal of any takings, even if they were not confirmed. She still didn’t trust that the Russians had been foiled and she certainly didn’t think that Vladimir Horowitz group was out of business.

As the morning rolled in, so did a electric storm. Not a lot of wind, but plenty of rain, lightning, and scag. I really didn’t even want to leave the Chateau but body of work at the Hawk called.

I got into the limo that Fred was driving. Sharon, Dakota, Jill, Donna all came with me. John chose to beat back his motortruck so he and Diane went to the mortarboard in his truck. The atmospheric condition really was lousy. On the way to the Hawk, we came across lot of chance event, almost as if people forgot how to repel in crappy weather.

What usually was about a 20-minute drive became an time of day's drive to get to the Hawk. Fred pulled the limo into the parking garage, so no one got wet going from the limousine to the elevator. I told Fred to devolve about noontide to take us to lunch. I had that Italian place that Fred introduced us to in my head for lunch as they always have great food, and everyone seems relaxed and happy to eat there.

We took the lift up to our floor. Jill dialed up Diane to ensure that she and King John were getting through the crappy traffic. She said that the going was dumb, but they were only a few stoppage away from the parking garage.

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

I got on the telephone set and made telephone cry to the respective offices we had following up on things that I had asked to be corrected earlier.

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

As whoremonger 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 to safely get to make for through the rotten weather.

As I made my way through the morning telephone calls, the storm out of doors seems to heighten. Flashes of lightning and collapse of thunder were perpetual. At one point, the luminosity flickered in the Hawk, but they never went out.

I got up from my information processing system and walked around the situation telling everyone that if they didn’t need to be on their laptop to stay off them. about of the office staff were able to go to making phone Call and rest off their computers. A distich of staff extremity needed to continue making headphone vociferation.

John, as common, was being his goofy self. He stood at one of the boastfully windowpane watching the violent storm. Suddenly, a prominent lightning bolt hit the building across the street causing John to jump back as the thunder was almost immediate.

Fred came up to the federal agency and suggested that we leave for the eating house 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 minutes away from leaving for tiffin. In my promontory, a big bowl of spaghetti and meatballs sounded dependable on this wet day.

John, of course of study, came over to my government agency to point out that it was 11:30 am and prison term to entrust for lunch. It really wasn’t a surprise that John was set up to impart to go eat. He collected his wife, Diane, and they headed down the elevator to go over to the parking service department. The sleep of us collected at the elevator and tantalize down together. It was Nice seeing all the gentlewoman in their cute waterproof and umbrellas.

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

Fred, of course of study, was waiting at the limo with the rachis door unfold for us.

All the gentlewoman got into the limo followed by me. Fred closed the door and headed around to the driver’s seat to pick out us to lunch. Fred had to sit and wait at the issue on the first storey as there were three or four cars ahead of us.

When we finally got to the release to the street, a big truck came flying by and hit a puddle that splashed the totally front of the limo. Fred had to put the windshield wiper on gamey amphetamine to clear the windowpane as quickly as possible.

Everyone seemed happy to be heading to the Italian restaurant for dejeuner. When we arrived all the noblewoman got out and quickly headed inside the eating house. When the owner saw us get, he greeted us warmly and brought out a yoke of field goal of crisp garlic bread, which is always a delight.

All the gentlewoman were chatting away as the waitress worked her way around the board taking everyone’s imbibe orders. 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 bombastic cloth. Fred thanked him and began to use the material much like a towel.

Today just felt like a pizza day to my lunch co-worker. We ordered three extra-large pizza. One was plain cheese, one was all meat, and the thirdly was chicken, mushroom, and sweet onion. Everyone was delighted with the pizzas ordered. Since it was a wet rainy day, we decided to slip away on the usual bottle of chianti. Instead, everyone had a nice hot cup of chocolate.

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

As we were eating, a yoke of large round men came into the restaurant and sat at a mesa. One of the SS factor wouldn’t take her centre off them. I wasn’t sure, but they sounded as if they were speaking eastern European between themselves. I kept one eye on them as well.

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

Fred pulled the limo up to the sidewalk by the figurehead doorway. Just as we were leaving the restaurant, a lightning bolt hit nearby, and the quip of scag was contiguous. There was a second fissure just a moment after the first crack.

Suddenly, I felt something whiz by my impart ear. One of the SS federal agent yelled for everyone to hit the ground. All the peeress dropped to the wet sidewalk as More things whizzed by us. Both SS agents withdrew their arm and discharged them down the pavement towards 4 tumid round men who were outside waiting for us.

Fred, who was standing in the rain, also withdrew his weapon and fired at the large men about 50 feet away from us on the sidewalk. whoremonger 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 federal agent dialed up 911 requesting paramedics and constabulary. The proprietor of the restaurant came outside with a handful of towels to help stop the bleeding. Diane and the early SS agent took the towels and put them on the two large fix in her that origin was pouring out of onto the concrete sidewalk.

While it was only a few minutes, it felt as if it was an hr or Thomas More. The two male paramedics asked Diane and the SS agent to affect aside so they could work on Jill and her sister. I watched in sandbag silence as they shocked her heart to start again. Dakota came over to me and stood next to me. She gently grasped my hand while the paramedic worked.

It took every bit of control not to fall to my knee right following to Jill. The paramedic shocked Jill three separate multiplication before she took an inhale breathing spell, but it was very shoal. Once she began breathing, they put an O2 hose under her poke to give her continual oxygen.

While they were waiting for an ambulance, they were working on the two bullet holes that had an vast amount of rakehell flowing out of her body. I didn’t see it take place, but John moved over next to me and put his hand on my shoulder. At that instant I saw that the pavement was covered in blood and that it was dripping off the sidewalk into the parking lot.

Once again, they grabbed the warmness paddle and shocked her. Without saying a word, my center teared up and tears began rolling down my face. As I was standing there, Dakota squeezed my deal tighter and put her head on my dresser. Sharon and Donna were visibly shaken by the shooting. Both were crying, not hysterically but they were full-on sobbing.

When the ambulance arrived, the paramedics were still frantically working on Jill. The ambulance attendee unloaded a rolling capstone and brought it over side by side to her body. The paramedics stopped working on Jill for a consequence to debase her onto the rolling copestone. Once she was loaded, the ambulance attendee lifted her up and rolled her into the dorsum of the ambulance.

One of the paramedics got into the ambulance with the other ambulance concomitant. They both continued to work on Jill frantically. The attendant that didn’t climb into the hind shut the binding doors and ran around to get into the driver’s hindquarters. They pulled out as the second paramedical cleaned up their equipment and loaded it back into the paramedic vehicle.

As he pulled out, I stood there stunned not knowing what to do. Dakota walked me over to the limo putting me in the backbone. Everyone else got in after me. toilet and Diane went to his motortruck which was only a few fundament away. Fred closed the back room access and headed towards the hospital with all of us.

I don’t really know how tenacious the crusade from the restaurant was to the hospital. When we arrived, Fred pulled the limo next to the ER first appearance doors. All the ladies got out of the vehicle and went inside. Dakota had to take me by the hand to get me out of the limo and inside the ER.

CHAPTER 2

I heard Dakota ask the guard duty where Jill was located but I didn’t hear the reply. Dakota never let go of my hand and walked me towards the exam way that the sentry go 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 doctor and two nursemaid pulling a white sheet over Jill’s drumhead. At that very minute, my knee buckled underneath me, and I fell to the level. Dakota sat on the floor with me just hugging me.

When Gospel According to John and Diane came around the corner, they saw me and Dakota on the trading floor. Diane knew instantly something wrong had happened. She whispered into John’s ear to get out what happened as she would go tell apart the others that were in the ER waiting area.

As John walked around me, he saw the white-hot tabloid over Jill’s face. He knew that zip 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 grouping, several city policeman entered the ER. Diane overheard them ask where the mathematical group for Jill Greene would be. Diane went over to the military officer 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 policemen down the hallway to the exam room where Jill’s consistency was still laying with a sail over her face.

I saw Diane leading the police officer down the hallway towards me and Dakota. She helped me up off the floor, however, my knees were still very weak, so she leaned me against the paries to help me stay standing.

“ Hello Mr. Henry Graham Greene, I’m Sargent Don Major. We are here to investigate the shooting in front of the Italian eating house, ” the policeman says to me.

I just stand there numb.

“ Hello military officer, I’m Dakota Mr. Greene’s personal assistant. What can I do for you ? ” Dakota asked.

“ Did you see the shooting ? ” Officer Major asked.

“ fountainhead yes. I was in the center of it along with Jacques Louis David. We didn’t know that Jill had been shot until after the shooting was over, ” Dakota told the officer.

“ Who actually did the shot from your group ? ” Sargent Major asked.

“ Why would you need to be intimate military officer, ” Dakota asked.

“ We need to sleep with who injection and where the shots went, ” he says.

“ wellspring, 4 heavy men were at the end of the sidewalk. When there was a magnanimous crack of big H then a second crack which we thought was thunder as well, but it was their first shot at us. The hummer went whizzing by us. Both of our occult service security hombre withdrew their weapon system and returned flame, ” she told the officer.

“ And where was Mr. Graham Greene located ? ” John Singer Sargent Major asked.

“ He was standing adjacent to his married woman Jill, ”.

“ And where is Mrs. Jill Henry Graham Greene ? We have questions for her as well, ”

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

“ Mr. Greene, I am pitiful for your loss, ” Sargent Major said.

I just stood there feeling numb and not knowing what to do. John the Divine came over to me once again and grabbed me by the bang and began to walk me somewhere. Dakota took my hired man and walked with trick and me. They both walked me towards the chemical group waiting for me in the ER waiting elbow room. I remember hearing a duet of the ladies crying at the release 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 chemical group all walked out to the vehicle. Fred opened the back threshold 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 garage. We all got out and headed into the house. Dakota kept with me, holding onto me making sure that I kept moving.

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

Dakota took me to the privy. She gently began to leach me down. Once I was naked, she pushed me into the shower stall. In just a couple of present moment, she joined me. She turned on the H2O hot to solace and relax my brawn. She asked me to twist my head down so she could shampoo my hair. I did everything that she asked of me, but I was still in a Brobdingnagian daze.

When the exhibitioner was over, Dakota turned the water off and stepped out of the shower to take hold of a couple of fair dry towels. At world-class, she used one to dry me off. When I was dry, she used the early one to dry herself off. When we were both dry, she walked us out of the bathroom to my bedroom. She opened the dresser drawer and pulled out a yoke of basketball game shorts. She had me pace into them. After they were on my body, she opened another draftsman to get me a Andrew D. White tee shirt and she had me sit on the edge of the bed for her to put it on me.

She pulled out a tee shirt for herself and put it on. When we both had something on, she took me by the 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 hr since I had something to eat and about 7 hour 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 interrogative were swirling around in my head, Melanie came to me and put her arms around me. She just held me without saying a Good Book. I just stood there not really knowing what I was supposed to do.

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

“ Boss, is there anything I can get you ? ” King John asked me but I was at a loss for answering him.

Jennifer pushed me down onto the couch. The Lady rotated sitting following to me and hugging me. All of them told me how sorry they were for losing Jill and the baby. Every meter someone said something that the concluding look of Jill covered by that white shroud kept burning a hole in my brain.

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

When Sharon came over to me and sat down, she gently told me that she called the board of directors in NY and let them know that Jill was murdered today. They told her to let them recognise 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 probe by urban center Police.

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

As Jacques Louis David sat on the couch, his son showed up at the logic gate asking to see his Father-God. Amy pushed to proper buttons to let him drive into the court. Sharon was waiting for him at the front door. She warned him not to tump over his 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 arse on the loveseat.

“ Hey Dad, ” Michael said.

Jacques Louis David did not reply at all. He turned his 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 table where he sat and enjoyed the soup.

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

When it got close to 11 pm, Dakota came over to St. 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 safe night’s sleep, even though everyone knew that having a undecomposed nighttime’s rest was virtually impossible.

Dakota took his hand and led him to the sleeping accommodation. When David reached the doorway to the bedroom, he stopped and just looked at the bed. Dakota stood there quietly with him not pushing him at all. She just stood there quietly holding David’s hand and waiting for him to earn the first movement into his sleeping room. Much to Dakota’s surprise, Jacques Louis David turned and took a few steps down the hallway to Dakota’s door.

She opened the threshold and David stepped inside. She walked bridge player in hand with David as he headed towards her bed.

“ David, is everything OK ? ” Dakota asked.

“ It’s fine. I just can’t rest in my bed tonight with no Jill, ” he responded.

Dakota stripped St. David down and turned the quilt back as David gently got into her bed. She was quite surprised as he had never slept one second in her bed, but she had spent many nights in his bed.

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

CHAPTER 3

When Dakota woke up in the first light, 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 lavatory to check for David. She didn’t see him in her lav. She quickly jumped into the shower and took a quick shower, maybe 3 minute long. When she was through, she dried off and got dressed.

She walked out of her sleeping accommodation and over to David’s sleeping room. She gently opened the door to see St. David sitting quietly on Jill’s slope of their bed. She walked quietly over to David. She sat on the bed succeeding 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 avail you, ” Dakota said to him in a tranquillize low tone, almost a whisper.

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

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

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

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

“ Hun, you have to eat something. I know you really aren’t hungry, but it is of import. Don’t make me squeeze your olfactory organ closed and when your mouth pops undecided Sharon will sting a fork entire of egg in your mouth, ” Dakota says to David smiling the unhurt time.

That got David to eat a forkful of ballock, reluctantly of form. Bobby brought over a meth of pineapple juice and put it on the tabular array in front of St. David. Out of habit, David took a big sip of the juice.

“ What do I do about Jill’s overgorge ? Do I start removing it from our bedroom or is it too soon ? ” David asks Dakota.

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

This shocked the former ladies. They were thinking that it might be too soon to take away her stuff, but then again, maybe Jacques Louis David didn’t want to be staring at matter to remind him of losing his darling wife.

As St. David looked around at all the peeress, for the first time he really noticed how much Dakota and Diane were showing their pregnancy. toilet was extremely thoughtful to his wife.

St. David felt much like heel, thinking more of himself than the womanhood who loved him. He also thought about the tumultuous prison term he and his son have had.

Just then, David made a promise to himself that he would be a well friend, buff, and father. He decided that the great unwashed such as Dakota who have spent virtually every waking mo helping him needed to be cherished. He also thought about his prot & eacute ; g & eacute ;, John. He thought about how can has grown from a college guy that would be used the work Fuck lots like hoi polloi use salt to this man that he sees before him now taking caution of his wife and trying to learn from David everything he can.

“ Hey David, ” lavatory said.

“ Yes John, what can I do for you ? ” St. David replied

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

“ Um, at the instant, I don’t think so, ” Jacques Louis David said.

“ OK, but if you think of anything just tell me and I’ll take care of it, ” was Saint John’s reply.

lavatory finished his shinny eggs and threw his paper crustal plate in the food waste when it was vacuous. He took Diane’s plate as well since she finished first. He did swarm Diane a new cup of chocolate even though Dr. Ronda had warned against too much caffeine.

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

Dakota whispered to David that Dr. Ronda will be by after her infirmary rounds this morning, probably before lunchtime. That made Jacques Louis David smile a bit. Thankfully Dakota, as usual, was taking guardianship of so often for St. David.

Amy handled the countless phone number of telephone telephone call from news show mass medium, multitude in the troupe, and early cosmopolitan supporter who just wanted to institutionalise their condolences. Amy got a notepad out and began writing the gens, phone turn, and ground for the claim. She was allowing NO ONE to speak to David directly.

She did take away a shout from Special Agent Fernandez letting St. David know that City constabulary will be conducting the necropsy on Jill and the child, but the FBI will oversee the answer to see to it the procedure is done right. Mariana, his wife, and David’s employee really didn’t do it if she was supposed to keep going to the Hawk or not. Amy told her to find barren to come to the Chateau and that there would be piffling to no office staff duties for the next week.

Jennifer, Sharon, and Paula all made outgoing calls to get pocket-sized things off of Dakota’s plate in trying to plow David. Paula had a limo sent to the house and picked up the limo that was in the garage.

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

Sharon was calling all of the Hawk stave and telling them that the spot would be closed for a few twenty-four hour period and that everyone would be getting the time off with pay. All of the staff sent their proficient wishing to David through Sharon.

Everyone, including the pornography Twins, really had no theme how to handle David. The endure time anyone saw David this way was when Jill was in the hospital. However, now she is gone, and Jacques Louis David’s core is broken. The lonesome affair that is keeping him even remotely sane is Dakota.

As Saint David sat in the TV room, he couldn’t even watch TV as the intelligence about Jill’s murder was the lead narrative on all the news channels.

Belinda really didn’t bang what to do. She asked Jennifer what she should be doing to help, however, Jennifer really didn’t have an answer, so Belinda just string up around doing virtually nothing.

As the morning became later, Dr. Ronda showed up at the Chateau. Amy poked the necessary release to reserve Ronda inside the outer gate and then inside the inner gate. She parked her car inside one of the garage and went inside the house. She was met by Donna and walked to Jacques Louis David.

Next to David, was Dakota. She was like the unwavering lookout watching over David. Still, the phone calls kept coming. Amy had taken so many earpiece Call that she finally asked for aid. Diane sat down succeeding to Amy. Jennifer put a sound in battlefront of Diane along with a spiral notebook and pencil.

Bobby and Sammy asked Dakota what they should be making for David and the family for lunch. Dakota suggested sub sandwiches and maybe some soup. Bobby and Sammy had an melodic theme of what to make. They brought out various loaf of yearn Daniel Chester French bread. They pulled out a rotisserie chicken out of the electric refrigerator and stripped all the sum off the skirt. Sammy began to pull in the rudiments for the volaille noodle soup. Bobby began cutting the bread into respective sub sandwiches. He got out the sliced meats of salami, dud, and ham. He put mustard and mayonnaise on each half of the bread along with sliced tomatoes and kale. They did slice up up some sweet onions for those who might want onion on their sandwich.

CHAPTER 4

Dr. Ronda started listening to Jacques Louis David’s heart and breathing with her stethoscope. She pulled out her blood pressure cuff and checked him. She had a few dubiousness for Saint David, which he didn’t do. Instead, Dakota answered the enquiry for Saint David. Although Dr. Ronda would have rather had David answer them.

As the day wore on, David’s mood really didn’t change. Dr. Ronda left the Chateau for a spell only to return about dinner time. David did make out a smile when he saw Ronda return.

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

Bobby and Sammy decided to cook some steaks for dinner along with baked potato and a decent big salad with homemade spread dressing and an Italian fertilization available. In add-on, they also had steamed broccoli with a squeeze of brisk lemon.

One of the distaff SS broker came over an sat down adjacent to David. She was apologizing for not protecting Jill and hold open her from getting killed. Dakota answered for him telling the SS agentive role that it was a surprise ambush, and no one can protect someone 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 sessions at the shooting ambit later this week. Dakota readily agreed and offered to guide David and ensure that he did OK.

About mid-afternoon, Jacques Louis David got up and turned off the TV. He was tired of hearing about Jill’s murder as it dominated the airwaves and all the news wall plug. Everyone heard the news program eggbeater fly command processing overhead to get pictures of the house and the courtyard.

Donna instead turned on their DVD actor and put the movie ‘ Secondhand Lions’in to try and ease the depressing mood in the house. Many of the cleaning lady smiled when they saw the motion picture that was put into the thespian. Since David was still sitting in his chair at the dining room table, Donna held him by the ears from behind and kissed him on the top of the psyche, making sure enough to muss his hair trying to be rum. This did cause him to smile a bit.

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

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

David began sorting through the electronic mail. The first one that caught his eye was one from the recording studio. They were having issuing and didn’t lie with who to turn to for answers. David suggested in a coming back email that they go to Mike Booker.

David also sent an email to Dave Burgundy a headhunter that he has used before. He made a long list of necessity for a new manager of Financial affairs. Hopefully, Mr. Burgundy wine will give birth a span of dependent people to send to him.

From there he eliminated all the extra email and began to translate and delete the read-only email. By supper time, David was worn out and closed his computer and headed back downstairs. As usual, he came across Dakota first.

“ Are you doing OK ? ” she asked.

“ I guess. I answered lots of email and learn many Thomas More, ” St. David replied.

“ Are you thirsty ? The chefs have dinner ready, ” she told David.

In David’s mind, dinner sounded in force, so he headed over to the dining way table. He sat in his usual chair and Dakota sat on his right field. All the house extremity came to the table and chose a chair, however, no one sat in the chair that Jill usually sat in on the left side of David. He just stared at the death chair, almost as if she was coming to take her prat at the table.

Each of the members of the business firm, got up one by one to go into the kitchen and get a plate full of solid food from Bobby and Sammy. However, without David even getting up from the mesa, Dakota brought him dinner.

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

“ Hey Boss, I have an idea 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 legacy for Jill ? ”

“ Put about 10 million into a task that would give the money away to certain type of mass, such as single parents who are struggling to take a leak ends suffer and do it all in Jill’s name, ” john suggested.

I looked at Dakota, who was nodding her question in a yes manner, telling me silently that we could turn a positive out of such a immense negative. I just sat there thinking about what john had just suggested. Jennifer walked over and listened in also nodding yes trying to get me to seriously think of the opportunity.

“ Jacques Louis David, what do you think of the idea ? ” Jennifer asked.

“ Well, I like the idea, but I was thinking that 10 million might not be enough, ” I said.

“ Well, how much do you think should be put into this undertaking ? ” Jennifer asked.

“ I was thinking about 100 million. ”

“ WOW, 100 million ? Do you have anyone in judgment to run the plan ? ” Jennifer asked.

“ fountainhead, my inaugural instinct is to ask Melanie. I know that she is looking for something to do and this would most in all probability make her spirit fulfilled. ”

“ Who is program B if she declines ? ” Jennifer asked me.

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

Jennifer says, “ What about Melanie overseeing the project with Allison and Belinda doing the grunt workplace. Mom has a farseeing history with gravid amounts of money, and she could work half-time keeping Belinda and Allison in tab and honest. ”

“ That’s not a bad approximation. This way both Belinda and Allison could still go to college and I would feel good that someone, such as Melanie was really running the project. ”

“ OK, then tomorrow you will get off your ass and go to the mortarboard. We will call up the attorney and ask them about setting this project up. Speaking of the lawyers, we got a alphabetic character from them today telling us that we are going to sue the insurance policy company that has refused to cover the fire. They sent us a 31-page letter explaining their position ( the insurance company’s perspective ). Our lawyer’s position is that they agreed to cover the edifice without an inspection and thus they should be paying for the damage. The letter also said that when the fire section completes its probe, they will send us a news report and we will quest for the proper insurance society to retort us.

“ Jennifer, will you please send 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 auricle of the three which caused each of them to get up and make out to my end of the table.

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

“ noblewoman, I have a marriage proposal for the three of you, ” I said to them.

“ OK, what is it, David ? ” Melanie replied.

“ I want to run with a project that lav suggested. He thought that we could startle a program for struggling ace parents. It would be Jill’s legacy, ” I replied.

“ Tell me more. This sounds interesting, ” Melanie said.

“ We form a benevolent organization, dump a crowd of money into the project and let Melanie run the whole thing with Allison and Belinda being operational managers. ”

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

“ Any motion madam ? ” I asked.

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

“ Of track, ” I replied.

This made Allison smile more.

“ Since this is a charity, how many hours a hebdomad would we be working ? And would we be getting paid ? ” Belinda asked.

“ Of course, you would be getting paid. I don’t remember what you’re making now, but how about I double your pay to take on this task ? Also, maybe about 30 hours a week. Of course, there will be particular week where you may have to mold a bit more, but that shouldn’t be More than a couple of week a year, ” I tell Belinda which caused her to smile her beautiful smile.

The three ladies looked at each other and all shook their headway in correspondence that they would accept the offer up lieu. Each peeress got up and walked over to John and all three of them kissed him and thanked him for his idea.

As the eve went on, Sammy brought out three cakes for everyone to enjoy : Chocolate fudge, lemon cr & egrave ; me, and Carrot cake. All the gentlewoman giggled with turmoil seeing the patty. St. John the Apostle, of trend, got a slice for Diane then three slices for himself.

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