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The Chauffeur ( # 58 ) The fervor

By PABLO DIABLO

copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

On Saturday I was awoken by my cell telephone set buzzing. I grudgingly got out of bed and scuffed over to the dresser to check my telephone. I saw that the school text was from Roger Johnson. The school text read : Big flak at an function tower in Wisconsin. prognosticate ME ASAP ! Roger.

I called Roger as soon as I read his text message. The first call option went straight to voicemail. The second yell Roger picked up.

"Hey, David, not a soundly way to depart a morning. 17 story of our tug in Wisconsin are on fire. Since it is a Saturday, evacuating the construction wasn't that difficult. However, there was some reason the sprinklers didn't go on, so the fire fighter are attacking this flak head-on. Currently, this is a 6-alarm fervour but will almost in all likelihood get raised as the flame is not contained yet."Roger tells me.

I expect that you will be getting earpiece calls from many of your tenant in the building such as kraft paper Foods, who is the original proprietor of the building. I would tally to see but if you didn't buy the property in an ‘ as is'condition we should probably get legal involved,"Roger says to me.

I thought about taking the jet to the property in Wisconsin, but I decided against it since we had another bit of time with Special Agent Wade, plus the SS agents who will keep company us on this foreign mission out in the LA desert once again. Fred, John, and I are supposed to run across up with the DEA just after 1 pm. All in all, we are supposed to give birth about 32 people on our incline of this mission.

After I hung up from the phone, I noticed that Dakota was in my sleep bed. I tiptoed around her and saw that she was wearing panties just as Dr. Ronda had requested. I headed into the bathroom to take tending of my morning obligation which included a fast shower. As I had my promontory underneath the water supply, I felt the insensate air from the rain shower door being opened. I turned around expecting to see Dakota, but instead, it was Allison. I haven't played with Allison in quite a spell, so it made me smile to see her get into the exhibitioner stall with me.

I jokingly pushed her underneath the showerhead to get her total body wet before I began to wash off 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 span of tugs which made me smile.

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

After putting the towels into the hamper, we went to my bedroom. She put a clean dry white-hot tee shirt on with no pantie's underneath. I put on my usual, a pair of shorts plus a white tee shirt. Once I was dressed, we left the bedroom to occupy her back to her bedroom. I opened the doorway and she immediately went to her closet and took out a cute rig to wear down. It was a skillful yellow mark top and a couple of yellow shorts. She decided to go barefoot for now, but that may change later.

When she was finished dressing, we went down to the TV room. No one was in the way, so we turned the TV on, and I selected an all-news channel to get the most data about our tug in Wisconsin River on fire. Sammy came out to the TV room and asked Allison what she would wish for breakfast, she asked for scrambled eggs and grits. Sammy also asked me what I would care. I told him one of his smashing bacon and Malva sylvestris omelet with some fried potatoes on the incline. He told that my breakfast would engage about 20 proceedings and that he would put it on the dining room table when it is ready.

I sat down on the couch watching our column in Wisconsin burn. My material appreciativeness was that it was a weekend day and virtually no one had to be evacuated from the building. I texted Jennifer to change by reversal on the TV when she gets up to see our column in Wisconsin burning. We needed to tear the legal contracts as well as the records for the flack suppression company on how recent the attack curtailment equipment had been checked. I also wanted a tilt of tenant to be contacted and find out when the flak department is finished for them to let us know what was able to be salvaged out of their offices.

I switched back and forth on the TV from one tidings epithelial duct to another trying to get better blastoff of the construction burning. I put a call into the Fire Department in President Madison Wisconsin asking them about my construction that was on fire. I got a very prissy lady who told me that there really was no additional selective information at this time, and she said that they already had my public figure and number to be reached once there is something to say me. I thanked her for her time and hung up.

As I sat on the couch with Allison, my speech sound buzzed once again. It was from Roger again. This time his text read : married man slaying wife in stops in one of the Pinetree hotels. local law enforcement will be sending us copies of all the Police reports.

I just shook my head thinking that he was very prophetical in his inaugural textual matter message telling me that it wasn't a dependable head start to the day.

I put my arm around Allison and pulled her into me as we watched the news. Although I prefer FOX newsworthiness, I did watch CBS intelligence to try and get a different photographic camera slant on the fire. One thing that I noticed was a wholly lot of firemen standing around by the fire hand truck. I wondered to myself why so many multitude were just standing around.

After about an hour of watching the ardour on the intelligence, FOX switched away from the fire and did a piece on the execution in Newmarket in a Pinetree. They clearly pointed out that it was a domestic violence case as the married man had been arrested multiple times before.

My phone buzzed once again. This sentence it was particular Agent Wade of the DEA. She said"calling off the desert way out as we don't have sufficiency agent to handle this group. Thanks for the offer of service ”.

I kind of exhaled knowing that my people won't be put in harm's way. I went over to the SS agentive role and show him my phone and the text message. He thanked me for the update. I texted whoremonger and Fred that today's time with the DEA is off. A few minutes later Fred texted back that he appreciated the update.

As promised, Sammy delivered Allison her ballock and grits along with a refreshed cup of burnt umber. He also delivered me the omelet that I asked for along with some electrocute potato. He had also poured me a glass of juice. He put my scale at the head of the table and the one for Allison decent next to me where Dakota normally sits.

Since the DEA upshot was off for the day, I dialed up the jet crew and let them have it away whenever they get set, I would like to fly to Madison WI. 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 pocket-sized gasp at seeing our tower burning. I suggested to both to mob an overnight bag, just in case we end up staying over.

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

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

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

Diane and Saint John were the first to arrive at the dining room tabular array. John asked for his common kitchen sink omelette. Diane wanted scrambled eggs and a cup of coffee. I reached into the fridge and gave her a bottle of weewee as well.

About the time Bobby was finishing toilet's omelette, Dakota and Jill came out to the dining room leaving their overnight bagful at the front doorway. St. John ate at his normal f number shoveling the food into his mouth as quickly as he possibly could.

Since Dakota and Jill were both going with me, both female factor and one Male agent accompanied us. They each had an overnight bag ready and they set them by the straw man threshold. A few minute of arc later Jennifer joined us. I looked around the room and counted John, Diane, Jennifer, Dakota, Jill, myself and three SS factor. It seemed as if we all were there. However, we only had a town car in the garage, so we had to take a dyad of cars. Tina offered to motor Diane, St. John, and Jennifer. Fred took Jill and her SS Agent in the Ithiel Town car. That left Dakota and her agent to ride along with me and my agent. Donna volunteered to take aim Dakota, and me along with our security system agents 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 threshold and locked it in office. The jet slowly moved from its parking spot towards the track. We waited in line to get on the track. There were three jet in front of us, although once the three jets took off, we lined up for burlesque as well.

We paused for a minute then we felt the delicious acceleration of the planing machine. Before we got to the end of the runway, the nose of the jet took a needlelike up angle putting us in the air and on our way to capital of Wisconsin, Wisconsin.

Dakota got up and came over to sit by me. She turned around and flipped her tee-shirt up from the spinal column to depict me that she was indeed wearing scanty, which made me smile. Dakota sat with her stage 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 other side of meat of me sat Jennifer. John and Diane sat on the love posterior with Diane leaning her principal onto King John's chest. Jennifer put her limb around me and put her point on my leave behind articulatio humeri. We ran into some turbulence as we passed over Mormon State and CO, however, once we passed those two states the flight smoothed right out. The flight to WI was right at the three-hour limitation. Dakota pulled her pegleg and understructure off me when the plane began its line to land.

Unfortunately, we had to circle the airport a duo of time before the tugboat gave us permit to land the jet. Finally, we got the plane on the priming. We taxied the jet to the individual carpenter's plane area. I saw the two limo that Dakota had ordered up for us to ride in piece in Wisconsin.

Our pilot was able to park the jet amongst other private carpenter's plane. We got the door open and went down to the limos. Jill, Dakota and I along with three SS agents got into one limousine with Jennifer, John, and Diane getting into the other limousine. Both of our driver knew where we were headed. They shut the plump for doors and headed the limos down the road towards the burning towers. I could see them a couplet of miles before we got to the towers. As we arrived, there were various TV news bunch filming the fervor and taking interviews with people who had nothing to do with the tug, they just happened to be standing conclude, so they were interviewing them.

CHAPTER 2

When we pulled up to the roped-off area by the tower ingress, I put my best face on to lecture to the TV reporters about the tower. mint of questions were asked of me. I looked for and finally found the flack tribal chief. I asked him if everyone was OK and that there were no people left in the tower. He told me that they got everyone out and that only prop damage, no man injuries, which made me feel good.

I did manage to inquire about when the flack investigation would begin. The representative from the Fire section told me that no investigation would get down until after the stallion fire was completely out.

I got a sound call from special Agent Wade. She told me that she got into a bit of problem for allowing my radical to assist her DEA broker in taking down the Mexican Drug cartel. I apologized to her for getting her into a bit of bother, but she told me to not worry about it.

We pulled the two limo just a few feet away from the TV news vans. I got out with Jennifer and Dakota by my side. We answered as many of the doubtfulness as we could, but we did stress that we were thankful that there was no one inside the federal agency towner and that we will be glad with getting the consequence of the flak investigation.

One of the cinematographer told us that it will be closer to 12 minute before the fire is out then they will start out the probe. I thanked him for the selective information and asked where a good diner is that's not too far away. He recommended a mom and pop dining compartment that was about 8 city block removed from the ardor. When we arrived at the diner, both drivers parked the limos at the far corner of the parking lot. We all got out and went inside.

The place was virtually evacuate, but one of our drivers told us all that the food was commodity, so we took his suggestion and decided to bide. With there being a total of 9 of us, we pushed two tables together and sat down. A nice older waitress came over to our table and started taking drink orders. She discussed the special of the day, which was eggplant parmesan with a small side salad and a large slice of garlic bread.

Jill wanted the limited, Dakota ordered a grilled cheese sandwich with a trough of tomato plant soup. Jennifer ordered tuna salad on salute sourdough staff of life. John Lackland and Diane both ordered the special as well. I went in a totally different commission ; I ordered a BLT on white toast with mayo and two slices of love apple. I ordered a snow and everyone else ordered a soda as well. I didn't hear what the SS agent ordered since they ended up sitting at a table succeeding to us.

So, it ended up being 6 of my playgroup and 3 factor. I quietly told the waitress that I was picking up the bill for the protection team that was sitting at a different table. Since the restaurant wasn't all that busy, the meals came quickly. One matter that I noticed was that anyone who ordered a sandwich, such as me only got the sandwich. When I pressed the waitress, she told me that you must order Daniel Chester French french fries or a side salad otherwise you only get the sandwich. The waitress trying to mollify all of us brought a big denture of French people fries. Dakota, as usual, put some of the fries on to a humble crustal plate and slathered them with cetchup before taking some and stuffing them into my oral cavity and giggling all about it.

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

The waitress noticed that all the SS agents where carrying piece. She asked how seminal fluid they had guns. I explained that they are protection factor for me and Jill and Dakota. The waitress shrugged and walked away, clearly ; she didn't understand what I had told her.

lavatory 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 impudence. He in-turn, kissed her back putting a bit of cetchup on her face, which made both giggles as well as the eternal sleep of the table.

When three very loud adolescent came into the restaurant, I saw that the SS federal agent got a bit unquiet. The teens sat down a few tabular array away from us. One of the agents moved her chair over next to Dakota and Jill. The stripling noticed her do that and made a flashy comment about how ridiculous they thought my protection detail was. They decided to harry the broker by taunting them verbally. The agents didn't say a word but when one of the teens got up and walked over to get in their brass, the male person factor stood up and asked the teen to go back to his table. Instead, he decided that he would do what he wanted to do and there was nothing that the broker could do about it.

Just as the teen decided to take a lilt at the agent, the teen had his font bounced off the board and was handcuffed in seconds. That only escalated the situation. The waitress demanded that the agent release the stripling. The teenager only threatened the agent to a greater extent. Now all three agents were involved, and they asked the teenager to go back to their table and just impart us alone. The teens decided that they were in good order and took a cut at the agents. All three agents took the teens down like calfskin at a rodeo. All three were lying face down on their table with the waitress yelling at the agent that she's about to call the police and that they would ascertain real trouble as the Sherriff doesn't like strangers who cause trouble. At this point, Dakota stood up and told the waitress that we can get bad armed service and indocile teenagers at any diner in the world and that she should appease out of our business.

I asked for the bill, which the waitress had to add once again. I got up and went to the cash register to pay the pecker, but she was too busy running her mouth with the Captain James Cook. I looked at the total on the bill and threw down enough to pay the bill but only left her a 5 % tip since she decided to interject her olfactory organ into our occupation. Dakota took a shot of the money next to the bill, so she couldn't call the Sherriff and say him that we did the old Dine and Dash procedure. I asked the SS agents to release 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 hurry back. Dakota was quick to distinguish her that we wouldn't come back if the food for thought was give up. That made all of us laugh as we left.

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

We all got out of the limousine and stood there watching the firefighters attacking the flack on several floors.

Dakota, Jill, Jennifer, and I started making tenant telephone set margin call. Everyone was informed about the fervour and that the tower may not be open for various days. I asked the people from kraft why the sprinklers didn't kick on ; they had no answer for that question.

I dialed up our legal department to have them pull in all the paperwork on the acquisition of that federal agency tugboat. They told me that it would consume a couple of days, but they will send out me copies for me to look over. Our top legal attorney for property skill told me he would station me his depth psychology of the paperwork and evidence me if it was an ‘ as is'purchase or something else. I thanked him and cling up the phone.

As we stood there making headphone calls, the reporter for FOX news program came over to one of the agents and asked who to utter to about this flack. They politely pointed at me. The newsperson, named Ashley President Johnson, was gorgeous and polite. When I finished my headphone call, I turned off my phone and put it in my pouch. She asked me various questions while I was being videotaped. She thanked me for the someone audience and left with her cameraman. I asked one of the fire department chieftain when they thought it would be completely out. He told me that it will be at least of late tomorrow and possibly into the following day before they will give the fire completely out and able to get down their probe of the firing. I thanked him for his sentence and gathered my hoi polloi to head back to the jet.

It took several mo to get to the jet but once we were there, we all walked the whole tone and got into the jet, happy to be leaving this metropolis. 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 home. I knew that the flight would take another three hours, but I was make to take a little nap. I stretched out and found Dakota kink up into me as the flight went towards home.

Once again, we experienced some small measure of turbulence over CO and Utah, but once we hit California, we were in the exonerate and it was smooth soaring from that item on to LA.

CHAPTER 3

As the jet went from a floor flight to a filiation preparing to land, Dakota rolled off me and I opened my optic. I asked the SS agents if they think anything will hail of the adolescent, they didn't believe anything would, but they said that they would check off in with topical anesthetic law enforcement just to give sure.

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

The cowcatcher and co-pilot taxied the jet around to the side of the airport that former private jets were parked, and our jet was parked right future to them. Once the jet came to a block, the co-pilot extended the steps down and we all began to get off the plane.

Jill, Dakota, and I along with our three SS agents got into the large of the limos and John, Diane, and Jennifer got into the second limousine. Fred started our limo and the distaff 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 gentlewoman that is driving the former limousine ?"I asked.

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

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

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

"Oh, we 're doing just ticket, thank you for asking. She's really made a admirer with Tina's Mother Deloris which I think is in effect for her. I mean, she loves all the youth in our theater, but it is nice for her to have someone closer to her own age to share aliveness experiences with,"Fred tells me.

"I agree completely,"I tell Fred.

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

"Well, it looks as if the tower will be burning for at least another 24-36 60 minutes. After they finally get the towboat put out, only then will initiate the investigation,"I tell Fred.

"David, you know about the domestic fierceness case in Windy City, don't you ?"Fred asks me.

"Yes, I know. Not really the great beginning to the day. Our tower in Wisconsin on fire and a domestic furiousness slaying in boodle at a Pinetree, kind of like a one-two punch.

My phone buzzed. It was Allison calling me.

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

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

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

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

"What memory are you at ?"I ask.

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

I direct Fred to manoeuvre to Macy's to plunk up Allison. I have Dakota calling Dr. Ronda to let her live that we will be bringing Allison to see her shortly. Dr. Ronda tells Dakota to just get Allison and bring her dorsum to the Chateau and she will run across us there.

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

"pet how much water have you had today ?"I ask her.

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

Fred is racing the limo back to the Chateau. I am just stroking Allison's head hoping that it will soothe her. Fred pushes several sensationalistic lights before he finally gets us back to the Chateau. He pokes the necessary buttons to open the outer gate then open the inner gate. I see Dr. Ronda's car already in the courtyard.

Fred pulls the limo up to the nominal head threshold. 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 full of life signs, checking origin pressure level, listening to her middle and her ventilation. She puts on the blood pressure cuff.

I sit there worried with Allison's head still in my lap. I am stroking her whisker. Jill is standing close by, Dakota is standing close by, as well as Gospel According to John, Diane, and Jennifer. Everyone is worried about our little Allison. Although I'm annoyed with her leaving the Chateau, I'm more interest 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 metropolis Hospital for a few days stay. I carry her back out to the limousine and one agent goes with me. Dakota also joins me in the limo along with a female person agent 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 several yellow brightness and even and red light. Getting to City Hospital took about half the clock time it normally does. Fred just pulled the limo right wing in movement of the ER entree. Dr. Ronda parked her car in the physician parking lot and hurried into the ER.

Dr. Ronda took control 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 solvent so that she would set out to rehydrate.

A nanny came into the exam room to attend Dr. Ronda. They asked Allison if she was hypersensitive to anything. Allison told her that she was allergic to morphine and a duo of other drugs. Dr. Ronda ordered a different pain medicine to assist Allison. She also ordered a blood haulage as she suspects that Allison has some sort of transmission but needs the lab work to affirm that.

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

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

I see Dakota texting soul 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 tell everyone what is happening with Allison.

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

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

Dakota texts Tina the room number that Allison is in so citizenry 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 fears are minimal.

The two SS agents once again are standing outside the hospital room much like guard dogs, both Dakota and I find that a bit humorous. Allison is speech sound asleep and I'm caressing her hair. I'm worrying about Allison, but only to a certain amount of worry. My main headache is wondering how Allison got this contagion and is there something that we need to call at the Chateau to retain others from acquiring this infection.

I told Dakota to help me set up for the HR pattern that we will be having on Monday of next calendar week. I need some plan B mass just in suit some end up getting fired or fall by the wayside on me.

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

session in Allison's way, the TV still showed the ardour from Badger State. You could see that the fervor was now under control, but not out just yet. I shook my head watching the news snip about the tower.

When 8 pm came around, the annunciation that visiting hours were now over, and it was time to score your way out of urban center hospital. Visiting hours would commence at 9 am tomorrow morning. Dakota and I got up and went to the charge nurses'desk to make sure they had both my cell telephone set and Dakota's cell telephone routine. I also saw Dr. Ronda coming out of another patient's room. I went over to her and gave her a passionate candy kiss which caused her to respond in kind.

Dakota and I along with our two SS agents left urban center hospital and walked outside the forepart main entry to find Fred waiting for us. We got into the book binding 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 transmission and will be in the hospital for about a week.

In the back of the limo, I stretched my stage out. Dakota switched seats and snuggled up to me putting her head on my chest.

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

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

I caress her hair as I hear her heading to kip 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 threshold and parked the limo in the garage. I let the SS agents know that I will most in all likelihood make another trip to City infirmary to chew the fat Allison tomorrow dayspring. They thank me for giving them a head's up about the visit.

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

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

CHAPTER 4

When I woke up the side by side morning, Jill told me that she thought she would stay on 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 daybreak duties in the toilet, I texted Dr. Ronda that now Jill wasn't feeling salutary. She texted right back that she will come to visit Jill before she heads to City hospital to see Allison.

I turn on the TV and see that the fire in our tug still is the lead chronicle on the first light news program. However, it appears as if the fire is almost out. I call the fervor section in Badger State and ask how far along in putting the firing out they might be. The lady 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 newspaper publisher, plus they are checking the floors both above and below where the attack took place. I thanked her for her fourth dimension and hung up.

I go out into the dining room and see Sammy and Bobby making everyone breakfast. Sammy asks me what I would like for breakfast. I just tell him once again that my normal omelet would be just fine. I see John eating one of his everything but the kitchen sink omelet, but Diane was just having a piece of goner and a coffee.

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

After I eat my omelet, we load up into the limo. John the Evangelist, Dakota, and I along with two SS agentive role get into the limo. As usual, Fred is our driver and weaves his way through the dealings 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 main incoming. The two SS agents that came with us also get out at the breast door to the hospital. The five of us weave our way through the maze of hallway to get to Allison's elbow room number 1708. When we arrive, Allison is eating some hominy grits and some scrambled powdered testis. She has a glass of OJ as well as a bad cup of coffee. She puts creamer and sugar in the java to try and serve the taste, but they really don't avail at all.

I hug Allison to relax her. She tells me that she really doesn't feel all that different than when we brought her to the hospital. I take a looking at at the chart the nanny and doctors have written their notes into. They all seem to designate that Allison is suffering from an infection although they don't cite where the infection is located in the physical structure. I see her vital organ that they keep talking and they show that Allison's line pressure is a bit high and that her lily-white blood enumeration is extremely high. Dr. Ronda ordered some antibiotics along with another bag of fluids to go along her hydrated.

It makes me think about the ladies that are back at the Chateau. Are they all dehydrated ? Is there something that is being passed around ? Do we need to do a complete scrubbing from top to bottom to eliminate any germs in our house ?

After we visit with Allison for a spell, we all head back to the limo for Fred to carry us back place. Dakota reminds me that I have the HR confluence tomorrow break of day at 9 am at the convention midpoint. I ask her to radical every HR person by where they are in the country and to print out possible names as replacements in 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 come alive up about 7 am I headed to bed at about 9 pm. Jill still wasn't feeling all that well. Dr. Ronda stopped by the house about dinner time and ate with all of us. She took vital organ of Diane, Jill, Tina, and Dakota. Jill and Diane were still feeling under the weather. Tina and Dakota were feeling just fine.

Dr. Ronda prescribed some antibiotics for the dame, strong enough to lash out the virus, but gentle enough to not injure the sister. She had them sent to Walgreen's. Tina went to find fault them up after two hours.

On Monday morning, I woke up with two things on my brainiac. One, how are the ma'am doing ? Two, how many HR people will we mislay today ?

I get up and do my morning obligation in the lav, including taking a nice hot shower. No one joined me in the shower stall, which was a nice relief for me.

I put on a nice dress shirt, black slacks, and a tie. I brought my suit coating along, but I wasn't certainly if I felt like wearing it or not. I met Dakota and Tina at the front door along with one female and one male factor to protect us. Fred took us to the convention center where he dropped us off at the master entrance.

I head inside and pick out a seat on the stage. Dakota also took a ass next to Tina with the two SS broker standing off to one slope but keeping close proximity to Tina, Dakota, and myself.

As 9 am rolled around, the massive number of HR citizenry entered the master doors of the conventionality nerve centre room. The people at the front desks were directing the HR multitude to sit together by district, which they did. They seemed excited that they were sitting together.

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

I pointed out the districts that were not being successful and having the most particular cut checks for new employees. I also pointed out just how many people were still in our organization that had already been terminated. near of the HR people gasped when I told them how many employees this mismanagement of payroll department and new employee processing cost the company along with how many hoi polloi, we overpaid by not terminating them as they should have been.

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

I asked for a consignment from each district to do a better job in terminating departed employees and processing the paperwork for new employees to put them on the payroll.

well-nigh every HR person committed to doing a easily job at handling new employees. I started with the top 10 pain district in our company. I didn't gens any public figure, but respective people who knew that their district was not doing the job properly got up and left their study cay on the table. I watched as they walked out the doorway and left hand. There was a lot of whispering about people quitting, which didn't both me. We had only two territorial dominion that the full district quit and thankfully it was the bottom two territorial dominion of the entire company. Once they got up and left, I had Dakota and Tina collect their company keys off the tables.

As we approached luncheon, I saw the delivery drivers from Jimmy lav's bringing in box of sandwiches and buffalo chip along with ice chest of sal soda and water.

Dakota went to the food and got 5 sandwiches and 5 drinks. She handed the two SS agents their sandwiches first and their drinks then sat down with Tina and I to have luncheon. Oddly enough, we had a few masses who wanted to sit with us to pick our brain on what we were going to do about the HR people who quit and just walked out. I explained that we have people waiting in the wings to be promoted, plus I wanted to reduce the boilers suit number of HR people in our companies. They seemed to hold with me on my plan.

After the dejeuner was over, I called out several people and promoted them to become HR personnel department. I still call these people my Plan B people. They all are excited that they have been recognized as promotable mass in our companionship. When I announced hoi polloi's names, I got lots of squealing and clapping. At 4 pm, I ended the HR conventionalism by thanking everyone for attending. When I left the stage I received a standing standing ovation, which made me smiling. I gathered up my two Lady and the two SS federal agent and headed out to the limousine. Where Fred was waiting patiently to take us home.

I asked that we stop and see Allison at city infirmary. Fred made the essential readjustment and was in strawman of the infirmary in just a few minutes.

We got out of the limousine and went inside the infirmary 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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