The Chauffeur ( # 61 ) A Shooting

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

It had been several hebdomad since we have heard of the Russian guys as well as Horowitz and his band of criminals. However, Dakota kept a log in her daybook of any issues, even if they were not confirmed. She still didn't faith 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 thunderstorm. Not a lot of lead, but deal of rain, lightning, and smack. I really didn't even want to leave behind the Chateau but study at the Hawk called.

I got into the limo that Fred was driving. Sharon, Dakota, Jill, Donna all came with me. John chose to drive his truck so he and Diane went to the Hawk in his motortruck. The weather really was filthy. On the way to the Hawk, we came across pile of chance event, almost as if the great unwashed forgot how to drive in crappy weather.

What usually was about a 20-minute drive became an minute 's drive to get to the Hawk. Fred pulled the limo into the parking service department, so no one got wet going from the limo to the elevator. I told Fred to return about noon to take us to luncheon. I had that Italian place that Fred introduced us to in my heading for lunch as they always have neat intellectual nourishment, and everyone seems relaxed and well-chosen to eat there.

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

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

I got on the telephone set and made phone calls to the various offices we had following up on matter that I had asked to be corrected earlier.

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

As John and Diane got off the elevator, I saw Mariana also get off the elevator with them, which made me feel better that she was capable to safely get to function through the crappy weather.

As I made my way through the morning phone calls, the storm outside seems to intensify. ostentation of lightning and clangour of thunder were constant. At one point, the lights flickered in the Hawk, but they never went out.

I got up from my data processor and walked around the part telling everyone that if they didn't need to be on their laptop to stay on off them. Most of the part stave were able to go to making phone shout and stay on off their computers. A couple of faculty members needed to go on making headphone call option.

John, as usual, was being his goofy self. He stood at one of the boastfully windows watching the storm. Suddenly, a big lightning bolt hit the construction across the street causing Saint John to stand out back as the thunder was almost immediate.

Fred came up to the office 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 luncheon. In my head, a big arena of spaghetti and meatballs sounded honorable on this wet day.

privy, of course, came over to my office to sharpen out that it was 11:30 am and time to leave for lunch. It really wasn't a surprisal that John was ready to result to go eat. He collected his wife, Diane, and they headed down the elevator to go over to the parking garage. The balance of us collected at the elevator and rode down together. It was Nice seeing all the ladies in their cute raincoats and umbrellas.

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

Fred, of form, was waiting at the limo with the punt door spread for us.

All the madam got into the limo followed by me. Fred closed the room access and headed around to the driver's seat to make us to lunch. Fred had to sit and wait at the exit on the first floor as there were three or four cars ahead of us.

When we finally got to the outlet to the street, a large motortruck came flying by and hit a puddle that splashed the whole front of the limousine. Fred had to put the wiper arm on high speed to clear the windowpane as quickly as possible.

Everyone seemed happy to be heading to the Italian restaurant for lunch. When we arrived all the ladies got out and quickly headed inside the restaurant. When the possessor saw us go far, he greeted us warmly and brought out a pair of handbasket of crispen garlic bread, which is always a delight.

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

Today just felt like a pizza day to my lunch confrere. We ordered three extra-large pizza. One was plain cheese, one was all meat, and the one-third was chicken, mushroom, and sweet Allium cepa. Everyone was delighted with the pizzas ordered. Since it was a wet rainy day, we decided to pass on the usual nursing bottle of chianti. Instead, everyone had a squeamish hot cup of coffee.

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

As we were eating, a couple of large rung men came into the restaurant and sat at a table. One of the SS agents wouldn't take her optic 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 seem as if the two-round guy wire were keeping an eye on us. We all got up and started toward the restaurant door. The ladies stopped and put on their waterproof and made sure that they each had their umbrellas.

Fred pulled the limo up to the sidewalk by the front door. Just as we were leaving the restaurant, a lightning dash hit nearby, and the fracture of boom was immediate. There was a second crack just a moment after the first tornado.

Suddenly, I felt something whiz by my allow for ear. One of the SS agents yelled for everyone to hit the soil. All the ladies dropped to the wet pavement as Thomas More things whizzed by us. Both SS agents withdrew their weapon and discharged them down the sidewalk towards 4 bombastic round men who were extraneous waiting for us.

Fred, who was standing in the pelting, also withdrew his weapon and fired at the large men about 50 metrical unit away from us on the sidewalk. whoremaster watched the two-round men that were inside the restaurant, but they didn't seem to be involved in our shootout.

When the SS factor 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 agent dialed up 911 requesting paramedics and police. The owner of the restaurant came outside with a handful of towels to help stop the bleeding. Diane and the other SS broker took the towels and put them on the two bombastic cakehole in her that blood was pouring out of onto the concrete sidewalk.

While it was only a few minutes, it felt as if it was an time of day or more. The two Male paramedical asked Diane and the SS agent to move aside so they could act on Jill and her baby. I watched in stunned silence as they shocked her heart to start again. Dakota came over to me and stood next to me. She gently grasped my helping hand while the paramedics worked.

It took every bit of command not to go down to my articulatio genus right next to Jill. The paramedic shocked Jill three fall apart times before she took an inhale breather, but it was very shoal. Once she began breathing, they put an O2 hosiery under her nuzzle to give her continual oxygen.

While they were waiting for an ambulance, they were working on the two bullet train muddle that had an immense amount of descent flowing out of her body. I didn't see it happen, but John moved over next to me and put his hand on my shoulder joint. At that mo I saw that the sidewalk was covered in line and that it was dripping off the sidewalk into the parking lot.

Once again, they grabbed the pump paddles and shocked her. Without saying a word, my eyes teared up and split began rolling down my expression. As I was standing there, Dakota squeezed my hand tighter and put her heading on my breast. Sharon and Donna were visibly shaken by the shot. Both were crying, not hysterically but they were full-on sobbing.

When the ambulance arrived, the paramedical were still frantically working on Jill. The ambulance attendant unloaded a rolling copestone and brought it over succeeding to her body. The paramedics stopped working on Jill for a moment to load her onto the rolling coping stone. Once she was loaded, the ambulance attendees lifted her up and rolled her into the back of the ambulance.

One of the paramedical got into the ambulance with the other ambulance co-occurrence. They both continued to work on Jill frantically. The co-occurrence that didn't climb into the back shut the back doors and ran around to get into the device driver's seat. They pulled out as the second paramedic cleaned up their equipment and loaded it back into the paramedic vehicle.

As he pulled out, I stood there stunned not knowing what to do. Dakota walked me over to the limo putting me in the back. Everyone else got in after me. John and Diane went to his truck which was only a few ft away. Fred closed the back threshold and headed towards the infirmary with all of us.

I don't really be intimate how long the thrust from the restaurant was to the hospital. When we arrived, Fred pulled the limo next to the ER submission 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 sentry go where Jill was located but I didn't hear the answer. Dakota never let go of my hand and walked me towards the exam room that the guard told her.

When we got there, it was the same examination room where I came to her aid when she was in the accident. Just as Dakota and I arrived, I saw the three physician and two nursemaid pulling a blanched sheet over Jill's point. At that very consequence, my genu buckled underneath me, and I fell to the floor. Dakota sat on the floor with me just hugging me.

When lavatory and Diane came around the corner, they saw me and Dakota on the base. Diane knew instantly something wrong had happened. She whispered into John's ear to find out what happened as she would go assure the others that were in the ER waiting area.

As whoremonger walked around me, he saw the white tack over Jill's face. He knew that nothing good has happened. Diane realized what has happened and went running out to the ER waiting elbow room. She frantically told everyone that Jill and the infant are dead.

Just as she finished telling the group, respective city Policemen entered the ER. Diane overheard them ask where the chemical group for Jill Greene would be. Diane went over to the military officer and introduced herself. She took two of the police officer to the group that was waiting in the ER waiting area. After that, she took the remaining two policemen down the hall to the test elbow room where Jill's trunk was still laying with a tack over her face.

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

"howdy Mr. Greene, I'm Sargent Don major. We are here to enquire the shot in presence of the Italian eating place,"the officer says to me.

I just stand there numb.

"Hello policeman, I'm Dakota Mr. Greene's personal assistant. What can I do for you ?"Dakota asked.

"Did you see the shot ?"military officer Major asked.

"wellspring yes. I was in the shopping mall of it along with David. We didn't know that Jill had been shot until after the shot was over,"Dakota told the officer.

"Who actually did the shooting from your grouping ?"Sargent John R. Major asked.

"Why would you require to recognise ship's officer,"Dakota asked.

"We need to know who pellet and where the guesswork went,"he says.

"wellspring, 4 large men were at the end of the pavement. When there was a declamatory crack of thunder then a second cracking which we thought was roar as well, but it was their first shaft at us. The bullet went whizzing by us. Both of our secret service protection guys withdrew their weapons and take back ardor,"she told the officer.

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

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

"And where is Mrs. Jill Greene ? We have query for her as well,"

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

"Mr. Greene, I am drear for your loss,"Sargent Major said.

I just stood there feeling numb and not knowing what to do. King John came over to me once again and grabbed me by the whack and began to walk me somewhere. Dakota took my handwriting and walked with John and me. They both walked me towards the grouping waiting for me in the ER waiting room. I remember hearing a span of the dame crying at the personnel casualty of Jill. I just couldn't bring myself to let any emotion show.

Fred must suffer seen us as the limo pulled up to the ER doors and our chemical group all walked out to the fomite. Fred opened the back door and whoremaster and Dakota pushed me into the car. whoremaster and Diane went to his truck while the rest of the ladies all climbed in behind me.

As usual, Fred shut the door and began driving us home.

When we arrived at the Chateau, everyone was waiting for us. Fred pulled the limo into one of the service department. We all got out and headed into the business firm. Dakota kept with me, holding onto me making certain that I kept moving.

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

Dakota took me to the bathroom. She gently began to denudate me down. Once I was naked, she pushed me into the rain shower stall. In just a distich of moments, she joined me. She turned on the H2O hot to console and loosen my muscleman. She asked me to crouch my head down so she could shampoo my hair's-breadth. I did everything that she asked of me, but I was still in a huge daze.

When the shower was over, Dakota turned the water off and stepped out of the exhibitor to snap up a mates of scavenge dry towels. At first, she used one to dry me off. When I was dry, she used the other one to dry herself off. When we were both dry, she walked us out of the bathroom to my chamber. She opened the dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of basketball underdrawers. She had me step into them. After they were on my physical structure, she opened another draftsman to get me a Andrew Dickson 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 hours since I had something to eat and about 7 hours since Jill died.

Did she die because of me ?

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

What am I going to do without her ?

As these questions were swirling around in my head, Melanie came to me and put her munition around me. She just held me without saying a word. 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 room where most of our group was sitting. When we reached the TV room, Paula and Amy got up off the lounge and put their limb around me telling me how sorry they were for the loss of Jill and the baby.

"hirer, is there anything I can get you ?"John asked me but I was at a red ink for answering him.

Jennifer pushed me down onto the couch. The ladies rotated sitting side by side to me and hugging me. All of them told me how drab they were for losing Jill and the infant. Every time someone said something that the stopping point looking of Jill covered by that egg white sheet kept burning a jam in my brain.

I was torn between being miserable and raging. 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 cognize when her funeral will be.

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

The two chefs had a simple cream of mushroom soup made for everyone to eat for dinner. Amy got David a stadium of soup, which he really didn't seem matter to in eating. Both chefs understood but offered to take 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. Amy pushed to proper push to let him beat back into the courtyard. Sharon was waiting for him at the front door. She warned him not to upset 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 place on the loveseat.

"Hey Dad,"Michael said.

David did not respond 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 way board 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 Saint David and took him by the hand and led him to bed. All of the madam, both chefs, Fred, Melanie, John and Diane, and even Michael wished him a serious night's rest, even though everyone knew that having a unspoiled dark's sleep was virtually impossible.

Dakota took his hand and led him to the sleeping room. When David reached the threshold 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 Saint David's hired hand and waiting for him to draw the initiatory move into his sleeping room. Much to Dakota's surprisal, St. David turned and took a few steps down the hallway to Dakota's door.

She opened the room access and David stepped inside. She walked hand in deal with David as he headed towards her bed.

"Saint David, is everything OK ?"Dakota asked.

"It's ticket. I just can't sleep in my bed tonight with no Jill,"he responded.

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

Once he got comfortable in her bed, it took about 5 moment for him to precipitate asleep, which truly surprised her. She stripped down and got into the bed with him. She took her usual situation, her back facing him and her cute piddling ass wiggled up against him. He put one arm around her and pulled her in tightly. It didn't read 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 aurora, she didn't feel David behind her. She sat up in bed and looked around but didn't see St. David anywhere. She got up and went into the lavatory to ascertain for David. She didn't see him in her bathroom. She quickly jumped into the shower and took a quick rain shower, maybe 3 moment long. When she was through, she dried off and got dressed.

She walked out of her bedroom and over to David's bedroom. She gently opened the door to see St. David sitting quietly on Jill's incline of their bed. She walked quietly over to Saint David. She sat on the bed future 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 serve you,"Dakota said to him in a quiet low note, almost a whisper.

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

As the eggs were cooking, several of the dame made their way to the kitchen looking for coffee bean. Dakota filled her cup and put on another pot of deep brown so there would be no rioting over Columbia's best legal export.

When Bobby finished the testis and toast, every individual madam that was up, came over to David and gave him a smooch on the cheek.

Dakota sat next to David carefully quietly watching as St. David pushed his testicle around on his photographic plate.

"Hun, you have to eat something. I know you really aren't hungry, but it is crucial. Don't make me pinch your nose closed and when your mouth pops subject Sharon will dumbfound a fork full of testicle in your mouth,"Dakota says to David smiling the whole time.

That got St. David to eat a forkful of ballock, reluctantly of trend. Bobby brought over a glass of ananas juice and put it on the tabular array in front of Jacques Louis David. Out of habit, David took a big sip of the juice.

"What do I do about Jill's poppycock ? Do I take up removing it from our bedroom or is it too soon ?"Saint David asks Dakota.

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

This shocked the early dame. They were thinking that it might be too soon to remove her stuff, but then again, maybe Saint David didn't want to be staring at matter to remind him of losing his darling wife.

As David looked around at all the gentlewoman, for the first fourth dimension he really noticed how often Dakota and Diane were showing their maternity. John was extremely attentive to his wife.

David felt very much like heel, thinking more of himself than the cleaning woman who loved him. He also thought about the tumultuous clip he and his son have had.

Just then, Jacques Louis David made a promise to himself that he would be a salutary friend, lover, and father. He decided that mass such as Dakota who have spent virtually every waking moment helping him needed to be cherished. He also thought about his protégé, John. He thought about how John has grown from a college guy that would be used the work Fuck much like people use saltiness to this man that he sees before him now taking care of his married woman and trying to instruct from David everything he can.

"Hey St. David,"john said.

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

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

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

"OK, but if you think of anything just tell me and I'll take precaution of it,"was John's reply.

John finished his clamber testicle and threw his paper plate in the garbage when it was empty. He took Diane's home as well since she finished first. He did pour Diane a new cup of coffee bean even though Dr. Ronda had warned against too much caffeine.

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

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

Amy handled the innumerous number of phone calls from news show media, masses in the company, and other general friends who just wanted to send their condolences. Amy got a notepad out and began writing the name, telephone numbers, and reason for the telephone call. She was allowing NO ONE to verbalise to David directly.

She did take a telephone call from limited Agent Fernandez letting St. David know that City Police will be conducting the autopsy on Jill and the baby, but the FBI will oversee the resultant role to ensure the routine is done right. Mariana, his married woman, and Saint David's employee really didn't know if she was supposed to retain going to the war hawk or not. Amy told her to experience detached to total to the Chateau and that there would be little to no office tariff for the next week.

Jennifer, Sharon, and Paula all made outgoing calls to get small things off of Dakota's home plate in trying to handle 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 column purchases.

Sharon was calling all of the Hawk staff and telling them that the office would be closed for a few twenty-four hour period and that everyone would be getting the sentence off with pay. All of the staff sent their intimately wishes to David through Sharon.

Everyone, including the smut Gemini, really had no musical theme how to handle David. The shoemaker's last fourth dimension anyone saw St. David this way was when Jill was in the hospital. However, now she is gone, and David's heart is broken. The only matter that is keeping him even remotely sane is Dakota.

As David sat in the TV room, he couldn't even watch TV as the news about Jill's slaying was the lead story on all the news channels.

Belinda really didn't know what to do. She asked Jennifer what she should be doing to facilitate, however, Jennifer really didn't have an answer, so Belinda just hung around doing virtually nothing.

As the morning became later, Dr. Ronda showed up at the Chateau. Amy poked the requisite button to admit Ronda inside the outer gate and then inside the inner gate. She parked her car inside one of the garages and went inside the planetary house. She was met by Donna and walked to David.

Next to Jacques Louis David, was Dakota. She was like the level sentinel observation over David. Still, the earphone calls kept coming. Amy had taken so many phone telephone call that she finally asked for assistance. Diane sat down next to Amy. Jennifer put a phone in front man of Diane along with a whorled notebook and pencil.

Bobby and Sammy asked Dakota what they should be making for Jacques Louis David and the mob for lunch. Dakota suggested sub sandwiches and maybe some soup. Bobby and Sammy had an idea of what to cook. They brought out various loaves of foresighted French bread. They pulled out a rotisserie chicken out of the electric refrigerator and stripped all the meat off the skirt. Sammy began to make the BASIC for the chicken noodle soup. Bobby began cutting the bread into several sub sandwiches. He got out the sliced meats of salami, turkey, and ham. He put mustard and mayonnaise on each half of the bread along with slice up tomatoes and sugar. They did slice up some sweet-flavored onion plant for those who might want onions on their sandwich.

CHAPTER 4

Dr. Ronda started listening to David's spunk and breathing with her stethoscope. She pulled out her ancestry insistence cuff and checked him. She had a few questions for Jacques Louis David, which he didn't response. Instead, Dakota answered the doubtfulness for Jacques Louis David. Although Dr. Ronda would have rather had David answer them.

As the day wore on, David's climate really didn't alteration. Dr. Ronda left the Chateau for a piece only to return about dinner fourth dimension. David did manage a smiling when he saw Ronda payoff.

Fred sat following to David for a while. He whispered to St. David that he should pass some clip at the gun range to mold 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 white potato and a nice big salad with homemade ranch dressing and an Italian fertilization useable. In addition, they also had steamed Brassica oleracea italica with a clinch of bracing lemon.

One of the female person SS agents came over an sat down following to David. She was apologizing for not protecting Jill and keep back her from getting killed. Dakota answered for him telling the SS agent that it was a surprise ambush, and no one can protect someone 100 % of the metre. The federal 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 image later this workweek. Dakota readily agreed and offered to pass David and ensure that he did OK.

About mid-afternoon, St. 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 tidings outlets. Everyone heard the tidings helicopters fly overhead to get film of the house and the courtyard.

Donna instead turned on their DVD thespian and put the movie ‘ Secondhand Lion'in to try and palliate the depressing mood in the business firm. Many of the women smiled when they saw the film that was put into the player. 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 head, making for sure to muss his hair trying to be funny. This did get him to smile a bit.

About 4:30 pm, David got up and took a spot on the couch in the TV room. He sat there for about 15 second before he got up and headed up to the office to retard his emails. When he logged on, he saw that he had about 850 electronic mail. He was afraid to open Jill's estimator, fearing that it would be too emotional for him. As he sat in front of his reckoner, he began to call up about who would replace Jill as the director of Financial affairs.

He sent out an electronic mail asking the one or two HR the great unwashed their opinion on finding a new one.

St. David began sorting through the email. The start one that caught his eye was one from the transcription studio. They were having issues and didn't know who to turn to for answers. David suggested in a return electronic mail that they go to microphone Booker.

St. David also sent an email to Dave Burgundy a headhunter that he has used before. He made a long list of necessary for a new music director of Financial affairs. Hopefully, Mr. burgundy will have a couplet of qualified people to air to him.

From there he eliminated all the extra e-mail and began to say and delete the read-only email. By supper time, Saint David was worn out and closed his computing machine and headed back downstairs. As common, he came across Dakota first.

"Are you doing OK ?"she asked.

"I guess. I answered bunch of electronic mail and show many Sir Thomas More,"Saint David replied.

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

In David's mind, dinner sounded good, so he headed over to the dining room tabular array. He sat in his usual chair and Dakota sat on his rightfield. All the house member came to the table and chose a chair, however, no one sat in the chair that Jill usually sat in on the go forth side of David. He just stared at the chair, almost as if she was coming to take her seat at the table.

Each of the members of the mansion, 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 table, Dakota brought him dinner.

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

"Hey knob, I have an thought for you to think about,"St. John the Apostle 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 think of by a legacy for Jill ?"

"Put about 10 million into a project that would afford the money away to certain eccentric of mass, such as ace parents who are struggling to pass water terminal encounter and do it all in Jill's gens,"John suggested.

I looked at Dakota, who was nodding her head in a yes style, telling me silently that we could turn a positivist out of such a huge 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.

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

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

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

"I was thinking about 100 million."

"WOW, 100 million ? Do you have got anyone in judgement to run the program ?"Jennifer asked.

"wellspring, my first instinct is to ask Melanie. I know that she is looking for something to do and this would most likely make her feel fulfilled."

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

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

Jennifer says,"What about Melanie overseeing the task with Allison and Belinda doing the grunt piece of work. Mom has a foresightful account with large amounts of money, and she could act upon part-time keeping Belinda and Allison in checkout and honest."

"That's not a bad approximation. This way both Belinda and Allison could still go to college and I would find just that mortal, such as Melanie was really running the project."

"OK, then tomorrow you will get off your ass and go to the Hawk. We will call the lawyers and ask them about setting this project up. speechmaking of the lawyers, we got a letter from them today telling us that we are going to sue the insurance fellowship that has refused to breed the flaming. They sent us a 31-page letter explaining their post ( the insurance caller's position ). Our attorney's position is that they agreed to cover the construction without an inspection and thus they should be paying for the price. The alphabetic character also said that when the fervour department completes its investigation, they will mail us a report and we will engage the proper insurance ship's company to requite 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 early end of the table. She whispered into the spike of the three which caused each of them to get up and come to my end of the table.

When all three came over to me, John got up and drug two other death chair over to me where the ma'am could sit while I talked to them.

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

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

"I want to run with a project that John suggested. He thought that we could start a program for struggling single parents. It would be Jill's legacy,"I replied.

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

"We form a charitable organization, knock down a bunch of money into the projection and let Melanie run the completely matter with Allison and Belinda being operating managers."

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

"Any questions ladies ?"I asked.

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

"Of course,"I replied.

This made Allison smile more.

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

"Of trend, you would be getting paid. I don't think what you're fashioning now, but how about I double your pay to take on this project ? Also, maybe about 30 hours a calendar week. Of path, there will be special hebdomad where you may have to do work a bit more, but that shouldn't be more than a mates of workweek 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 agreement that they would accept the proffer positions. Each dame got up and walked over to St. John and all three of them kissed him and thanked him for his idea.

As the evening went on, Sammy brought out three cakes for everyone to revel : Chocolate fudge, lemon crème, and Carrot cake. All the dame giggled with fervor seeing the bar. John, of course of action, got a fade for Diane then three slices for himself.

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