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The Chauffeur ( # 58 ) The fervour

By PABLO DIABLO

right of first publication 2019

CHAPTER 1

On Saturday I was awoken by my cell phone buzzing. I grudgingly got out of bed and scuffed over to the dresser to check my phone. I saw that the textbook was from Roger Lyndon Johnson. The textual matter read : Big ardour at an office tower in Wisconsin. call off ME ASAP ! Roger.

I called Roger as soon as I read his text substance. The first margin call went straight to voicemail. The endorse call option Roger picked up.

"Hey, Saint David, not a good way to start a morning. 17 floors of our towboat in Wisconsin River are on fire. Since it is a Saturday, evacuating the building wasn't that hard. However, there was some reason the sprinklers didn't go on, so the firefighters are attacking this flack head-on. Currently, this is a 6-alarm fire but will to the highest degree in all probability get raised as the firing is not contained yet."Roger tells me.

I expect that you will be getting phone calls from many of your tenant in the edifice such as kraft paper food for thought, who is the pilot owner of the building. I would check 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 holding in Wisconsin, but I decided against it since we had another bit of time with extra Agent Wade, plus the SS federal agent who will follow us on this delegacy out in the LA desert once again. Fred, John, and I are supposed to meet up with the DEA just after 1 pm. All in all, we are supposed to have about 32 people on our face of this mission.

After I hung up from the sound, I noticed that Dakota was in my sleep bed. I tiptoed around her and saw that she was wearing panty just as Dr. Ronda had requested. I headed into the bathroom to train aid of my morning duty which included a quick shower. As I had my head underneath the piddle, I felt the low temperature air from the shower threshold being opened. I turned around expecting to see Dakota, but instead, it was Allison. I haven't played with Allison in quite a while, so it made me grin to see her get into the shower down stall with me.

I jokingly pushed her underneath the showerhead to get her entire body wet before I began to wash her including a shampoo. As I was soaping her up, I leaned in and kissed her on the spine of the cervix. She reached behind her and gave my tool a pair of tugs which made me smile.

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

After putting the towels into the hamper, we went to my chamber. She put a fair dry white tee shirt on with no pantie's underneath. I put on my common, a duad of short circuit plus a white tee shirt. Once I was dressed, we left the sleeping accommodation to take her back to her sleeping room. I opened the door and she immediately went to her cupboard and took out a cute outfit to fag out. It was a nice chicken print top and a pair of yellow-bellied shorts. She decided to go barefoot for now, but that may convert later.

When she was finished dressing, we went down to the TV room. No one was in the room, so we turned the TV on, and I selected an all-news TV channel to get the most information about our tower in Wisconsin on fire. Sammy came out to the TV room and asked Allison what she would care for breakfast, she asked for scrambled bollock and grits. Sammy also asked me what I would like. I told him one of his great bacon and cheese omelette with some fried spud on the side of meat. He told that my breakfast would take about 20 minutes and that he would put it on the dining room table when it is ready.

I sat down on the put watching our pillar in Wisconsin burn. My veridical thankfulness was that it was a weekend day and virtually no one had to be evacuated from the edifice. I texted Jennifer to turn on the TV when she gets up to see our pillar in Wisconsin River burn. We needed to pull the legal contracts as well as the phonograph recording for the fervency suppression caller on how recent the fire suppression equipment had been checked. I also wanted a listing of renter to be contacted and obtain out when the fire department is finished for them to let us know what was able to be salvaged out of their offices.

I switched back and Forth River on the TV from one news epithelial duct to another trying to get better shots of the building burning. I put a birdsong into the Fire section in Madison Wisconsin asking them about my building that was on fire. I got a very nice lady who told me that there really was no additional selective information at this sentence, and she said that they already had my name and routine to be reached once there is something to tell me. I thanked her for her time and hung up.

As I sat on the couch with Allison, my telephone set buzzed once again. It was from Roger again. This time his text read : married man murders wife in Chicago in one of the Pinetree hotels. Local law enforcement will be sending us copies of all the law reports.

I just shook my head thinking that he was very prophetic in his first textual matter substance telling me that it wasn't a good start to the day.

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

After about an hour of watching the blast on the news, FOX switched away from the fire and did a spell on the murder in boodle in a Pinetree. They clearly pointed out that it was a domestic violence case as the husband had been arrested multiple times before.

My telephone set buzzed once again. This sentence it was peculiar Agent Virginia Wade of the DEA. She said"calling off the desert military issue as we don't have enough agentive role to handle this group. Thanks for the offer of aid ”.

I kind of exhale knowing that my people won't be put in impairment's way. I went over to the SS Agent and show him my phone and the text message. He thanked me for the update. I texted trick 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 nut and gritstone along with a wise cup of coffee tree. He also delivered me the omelet that I asked for along with some electrocute potatoes. He had also poured me a glass of juice. He put my plateful at the head of the table and the one for Allison the right way next to me where Dakota normally sits.

Since the DEA event was off for the day, I dialed up the jet crowd and let them know whenever they get ready, I would care to fly to Madison Wisconsin. After hanging up from them I went and woke Dakota and Jill. Since neither one had any coffee, yet they were both very grumpy. I already had Allison pouring them coffee.

I flicked on the TV in my bedroom. Both Dakota and Jill let out small gasps at seeing our tower burning. I suggested to both to pack an nightlong bag, just in display case we end up staying over.

I ask Allison if she would like to go to Wisconsin, she asked if it would be OK if she skipped the tripper, which I kissed her and told her it would be no trouble, 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 trip to Wisconsin and that I would wish her and lavatory and Jennifer to conjoin me in the jet. It took a duo of minutes, but I finally got two schoolbook substance. One from Diane telling me that she and John were getting make and one from Jennifer telling me she would be cook in lupus erythematosus than a half-hour.

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

Diane and John the Evangelist were the starting time to arrive at the dining room mesa. St. John the Apostle asked for his common kitchen sink omelet. Diane wanted scrambled ballock and a cup of umber. I reached into the electric refrigerator and gave her a bottle of water as well.

About the metre Bobby was finishing John's omelet, Dakota and Jill came out to the dining room leaving their overnight bags at the front door. whoremaster ate at his normal speed shoveling the food into his sassing as quickly as he possibly could.

Since Dakota and Jill were both going with me, both female agentive role and one male agent accompanied us. They each had an nightlong bag ready and they set them by the presence door. A few proceedings later Jennifer joined us. I looked around the room and depend John Lackland, Diane, Jennifer, Dakota, Jill, myself and three SS agents. It seemed as if we all were there. However, we only had a townspeople car in the service department, so we had to take a yoke of cars. Tina offered to drive Diane, John, and Jennifer. Fred took Jill and her SS Agent in the town car. That left Dakota and her agent to hinge on along with me and my agent. Donna volunteered to take Dakota, and me along with our security agents to the jet.

When we all arrived at the jet, I gave Fred some information about our return so we would be better prepared with a full-size limousine or two to head back to the Chateau. Everyone grabbed their overnight bag and climbed the stairs to inscribe the jet. Once we were all into the jet, they closed the door and locked it in place. The jet slowly moved from its parking situation towards the runway. We waited in line to get on the runway. There were three reverse lightning in front of us, although once the three fountain took off, we lined up for takeoff as well.

We paused for a present moment then we felt the toothsome acceleration of the carpenter's plane. Before we got to the end of the runway, the nose of the jet took a sharp upwards angle putting us in the air and on our way to Madison, Wisconsin.

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

On the other side of me sat Jennifer. John and Diane sat on the love fundament with Diane leaning her head onto can's chest. Jennifer put her arms around me and put her head on my left hand shoulder. We ran into some turbulence as we passed over Utah and Centennial State, however, once we passed those two states the flight smoothed right out. The flight of steps to Wisconsin was right at the three-hour limit. Dakota pulled her pegleg and metrical foot off me when the plane began its line of descent to land.

Unfortunately, we had to circle the airdrome a couple of times before the tower gave us permission to bring down the jet. Finally, we got the plane on the reason. We taxied the jet to the secret plane area. I saw the two limousine that Dakota had ordered up for us to ride in while in Wisconsin.

Our airplane pilot was capable to park the jet amongst early private planes. We got the door capable and went down to the limos. Jill, Dakota and I along with three SS agents got into one limo with Jennifer, lavatory, and Diane getting into the other limo. Both of our drivers knew where we were headed. They shut the back doors and headed the limo down the road towards the burning towers. I could see them a couple of miles before we got to the tower. As we arrived, there were several TV news crews filming the fervour and taking interview with masses who had nil to do with the tower, they just happened to be standing stopping point, so they were interviewing them.

CHAPTER 2

When we pulled up to the roped-off area by the tower entry, I put my best face on to talk to the TV reporters about the tug. bunch of doubt were asked of me. I looked for and finally found the fire top dog. I asked him if everyone was OK and that there were no masses left in the tower. He told me that they got everyone out and that only prop damage, no human wound, which made me feel good.

I did manage to inquire about when the flak probe would set about. The representative from the Fire Department told me that no investigation would commence until after the entire fire was completely out.

I got a phone telephone call from Special broker Wade. She told me that she got into a bit of trouble for allowing my group to aid her DEA agentive role in taking down the Mexican Drug combine. I apologized to her for getting her into a bit of worry, but she told me to not worry about it.

We pulled the two limos just a few feet away from the TV news new wave. I got out with Jennifer and Dakota by my face. We answered as many of the questions as we could, but we did stress that we were thankful that there was no one inside the office towner and that we will be felicitous with getting the results of the fervour investigation.

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

The billet was virtually abandon, but one of our drivers told us all that the nutrient was honest, so we took his mesmerism and decided to stay put. 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 especial of the day, which was eggplant parmesan with a small side of meat salad and a large slice of ail bread.

Jill wanted the special, Dakota ordered a broiled cheese sandwich with a bowl of tomato soup. Jennifer ordered Anguilla sucklandii salad on toasted sourdough bread. John and Diane both ordered the special as well. I went in a totally different commission ; I ordered a BLT on white goner with mayo and two fade of tomato. I ordered a Coke and everyone else ordered a washing soda as well. I didn't hear what the SS agentive role ordered since they ended up sitting at a mesa next to us.

So, it ended up being 6 of my playgroup and 3 agents. I quietly told the waitress that I was picking up the bill for the protection team that was sitting at a dissimilar 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 rules of order French fries or a side salad otherwise you only get the sandwich. The waitress trying to appease all of us brought a big plate of French fries. Dakota, as usual, put some of the tyke on to a minor plateful and slathered them with catsup before taking some and stuffing them into my mouth and giggling all about it.

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

The waitress noticed that all the SS agents where carrying firearms. She asked how seed they had hitman. I explained that they are protective covering agents for me and Jill and Dakota. The waitress shrugged and walked away, clearly ; she didn't understand what I had told her.

John was eating like a madman. When Diane got through with her meal, he finished it as well. She just smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek. He in-turn, kissed her back putting a bit of catsup on her cheek, which made both giggles as well as the rest of the table.

When three very loud teenagers came into the restaurant, I saw that the SS agents got a bit uneasy. The teen sat down a few table away from us. One of the agents moved her chair over next to Dakota and Jill. The teenager noticed her do that and made a flashy commentary about how ludicrous they thought my protective cover particular was. They decided to provoke the agents by taunting them verbally. The factor didn't say a word but when one of the teens got up and walked over to get in their look, the male agentive role stood up and asked the stripling to go back to his table. Instead, he decided that he would do what he wanted to do and there was nothing that the agent could do about it.

Just as the teen decided to postulate a swing at the agent, the teen had his face bounced off the table and was handcuffed in seconds. That only escalated the situation. The waitress demanded that the factor release the stripling. The teenager only threatened the agent More. Now all three agent were involved, and they asked the teens to go back to their mesa and just depart us alone. The teens decided that they were right and took a swinging at the agents. All three agents took the stripling down like calves at a rodeo. All three were lying case down on their table with the waitress shouting at the agents that she's about to call off the police and that they would determine real trouble as the Sherriff doesn't like strangers who cause trouble. At this level, Dakota stood up and told the waitress that we can get bad Service and unruly teenagers at any dining car in the existence and that she should stay out of our business.

I asked for the banker's bill, which the waitress had to add once again. I got up and went to the cash register to pay the bill, but she was too fussy running her mouth with the Captain James Cook. I looked at the amount on the bill and threw down enough to pay the broadside but only left her a 5 % tip since she decided to interject her nozzle into our business. Dakota took a shot of the money next to the throwaway, so she couldn't call the Sherriff and tell him that we did the old Dine and Dash turn. I asked the SS agents to bring out the teens, which they did, but they were ready to re-cuff them if they decided once again to put their olfactory organ into our business.

The nine of us walked out of the restaurant with the waitress telling us not to rush back. Dakota was quick to recount her that we wouldn't come back if the food was dislodge. That made all of us laugh as we left.

We got back into the limos and headed back to the tugboat to see if the fire was under restraint yet. When we got there, we saw that the tower was still on blast, but it appeared to be much more under ascendence at this point in time. Most of the new caravan left with only the one from FOX news remaining.

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

Dakota, Jill, Jennifer, and I started making tenant phone calls. Everyone was informed about the flack and that the tower may not be open for several twenty-four hour period. I asked the people from kraft paper why the sprinklers didn't kick on ; they had no result for that question.

I dialed up our legal department to have them force all the paperwork on the attainment of that spot tugboat. They told me that it would take a couple of days, but they will send me copies for me to calculate over. Our top legal attorney for property acquisition told me he would station me his analysis of the paperwork and tell me if it was an ‘ as is'purchase or something else. I thanked him and hung up the phone.

As we stood there making telephone song, the reporter for FOX news came over to one of the federal agent and asked who to speak to about this blast. They politely pointed at me. The newsperson, named Ashley Lyndon Baines Johnson, was gorgeous and civilized. When I finished my phone call option, I turned off my phone and put it in my pocket. She asked me several dubiousness while I was being videotaped. She thanked me for the individual consultation and left with her cameraman. I asked one of the fervency department maitre d'hotel when they thought it would be completely out. He told me that it will be at least late tomorrow and possibly into the fall out day before they will have the fire completely out and able to begin their investigation of the fervour. I thanked him for his time and gathered my people to head back to the jet.

It took several minutes to get to the jet but once we were there, we all walked the steps and got into the jet, glad to be leaving this city. The co-pilot closed the hatching and took us to the runway. The jet once again accelerated down the rail and into the air to head back home. I knew that the flying would submit another three hours, but I was ready to take a little nap. I stretched out and found Dakota curl up into me as the flying went towards home.

Once again, we experienced some small amount of turbulence over Colorado and Mormon State, but once we hit California, we were in the clear and it was smooth sailing from that point on to LA.

CHAPTER 3

As the jet went from a horizontal surface flight to a declination preparing to land, Dakota rolled off me and I opened my eye. I asked the SS agentive role if they think anything will do of the teenagers, they didn't believe anything would, but they said that they would check in with topical anaesthetic law enforcement just to piddle sure.

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

The pilot and co-pilot taxied the jet around to the side of meat of the airport that other private jets were parked, and our jet was parked right side by side to them. Once the jet came to a layover, the co-pilot extended the stone's throw 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 limo and Saint John the Apostle, Diane, and Jennifer got into the second limousine. Fred started our limousine 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 lady that is driving the other limo ?"I asked.

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

"fountainhead, that's swell to hear,"I say to Fred.

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

"Oh, we 're doing just fine, thank you for asking. She's really made a friend with Tina's mother Deloris which I think is soundly for her. I mean, she loves all the young in our house, but it is nice for her to possess person closer to her own age to share lifetime experiences with,"Fred tells me.

"I agree completely,"I tell Fred.

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

"wellspring, it looks as if the tower will be burning for at least another 24-36 time of day. After they finally get the towboat put out, only then will take off the investigation,"I tell Fred.

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

"Yes, I know. Not really the neat start to the day. Our tugboat in Wisconsin on ardor and a domestic violence execution in Chicago at a Pinetree, variety 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 mansion ?"I ask her.

"fountainhead, um….I'm at the store,"she tells me, which sort of get to me.

"What computer memory are you at ?"I ask.

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

I direct Fred to head to Macy's to pick up Allison. I have Dakota calling Dr. Ronda to let her know that we will be bringing Allison to see her shortly. Dr. Ronda tells Dakota to just get Allison and take in her book binding to the Chateau and she will come 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 edifice. Fred pulled up and one of the security factor got out and gathered her up and put her in the limo. Allison crawled over to me and put her head in my lap, which kind of worried me.

"Darling 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 foreland hoping that it will console her. Fred pushes various yellow illumination before he finally gets us back to the Chateau. He pokes the necessary release to open the outer gate then open the interior gate. I see Dr. Ronda's car already in the courtyard.

Fred pulls the limo up to the front man doorway. We all get out. I carry Allison inside the sign of the zodiac and lay her John L. H. Down on the couch. Dr. Ronda comes over to her and begins taking vital signs, checking blood line force per unit area, listening to her ticker and her respiration. She puts on the bloodline force per unit area cuff.

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

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

Fred gets the limo racing towards urban center hospital with Dr. Ronda right behind the limousine. Dr. Ronda pushes several yellow lights and even and red Christ Within. Getting to City Hospital took about half the time it normally does. Fred just pulled the limo rightfulness in front of the ER entrance. Dr. Ronda parked her car in the medico 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 root so that she would begin to rehydrate.

A nurse came into the test room to wait on Dr. Ronda. They asked Allison if she was hypersensitised to anything. Allison told her that she was supersensitised to morphine and a match of other drugs. Dr. Ronda ordered a different pain medicine to avail Allison. She also ordered a bloodline attraction as she suspects that Allison has some sort of infection but needs the lab workplace to confirm that.

Allison is drowsy, and I just stand there caressing her hair which sort of makes her grinning. The two agents that came along to guard Dakota and I are standing like safety device dogs right outside the exam room doorway.

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

I see Dakota texting someone at the Chateau what is going on with Allison. When I ask whom she is texting, she tells me that it is Tina and that Tina will tell everyone what is happening with Allison.

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

Allison isn't in the room very long before Dr. Ronda comes in and checks on her. Dakota is on one side of the bed and I'm on the other, but when Dr. Ronda comes into the room, Dakota changes slope of Allison to stand succeeding to me allowing Dr. Ronda blank to do her examination of Allison.

Dakota schoolbook 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 disturbed about Allison, but with Dr. Ronda in care of Allison, my fears are minimal.

The two SS federal agent once again are standing outside the hospital elbow room much like safety dogs, both Dakota and I find that a bit humorous. Allison is sound asleep and I'm caressing her hair. I'm worrying about Allison, but only to a sure amount of worry. My chief worry is wondering how Allison got this transmission and is there something that we need to address at the Chateau to maintain others from acquiring this infection.

I told Dakota to facilitate me set up for the HR convention that we will be having on Monday of next week. I need some architectural plan B people just in grammatical case some end up getting fired or give up on me.

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

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

When 8 pm came around, the announcement that visiting hour were now over, and it was time to make your way out of urban center hospital. Visiting hour would commence at 9 am tomorrow morn. Dakota and I got up and went to the bearing nurses'desk to nominate surely they had both my cell phone and Dakota's cell phone numbers. I also saw Dr. Ronda coming out of another patient's elbow room. I went over to her and gave her a passionate kiss which caused her to answer in kind.

Dakota and I along with our two SS agents left City Hospital and walked outside the front principal ingress to find Fred waiting for us. We got into the back and Fred closed the door. When he got the limo moving, he asked how Allison was doing. We told her that they believe that she has an infection and will be in the hospital for about a week.

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

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

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

I caress her hair as I hear her drift 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 figurehead door and parked the limo in the garage. I let the SS agents know that I will most likely make another trip to metropolis infirmary to chat Allison tomorrow morning. They thank me for giving them a head's up about the visit.

Dakota and I head inside, and we smell something pleasant-tasting. 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 swither. Both Dakota and I filled a couple of plates and carried them over to the dining room table to sit down and eat.

Tina comes over and tells us that Jill went to bed early as she was just tired out. Tina gives me a osculation, very erotic and passionate. Fred walks through the straw man room to point down the hallway to Mom's room. I heard the door open and then close. I just smile happy that Mom and Fred have been seeing each other for quite a piece no. We haven't found a valet de chambre for Tina's mom just yet, but we will.

CHAPTER 4

When I woke up the next morning, Jill told me that she thought she would stay in bed for a while. I asked if she thought she should go see Dr. Ronda, but she fussed at me. When I finished my morning obligation in the bath, I texted Dr. Ronda that now Jill wasn't feeling good. She texted right back that she will derive to confab Jill before she heads to City Hospital to see Allison.

I turn on the TV and see that the fervour in our towboat still is the direct tale on the morning news show. However, it appears as if the fire is almost out. I call the Fire Department in Wisconsin and ask how far along in putting the fervency out they might be. The peeress at the fervency department tells me that it is about 90 % out and they are checking for any hot topographic point since there is so a good deal theme, plus they are checking the storey both above and below where the fervidness took place. I thanked her for her time and hung up.

I go out into the dining way 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 ok. I see John eating one of his everything but the kitchen sump omelets, but Diane was just having a gash of toast and a coffee.

I texted Dr. Ronda that Diane was not feeling well either. She texted me that she would front 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 limousine. John the Evangelist, Dakota, and I along with two SS factor get into the limousine. 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 maintenance of us.

When we arrive at the hospital, Fred drops the three of us off at the main entrance. The two SS factor that came with us also get out at the battlefront door to the hospital. The five of us weave our way through the tangle of hallways to get to Allison's room telephone number 1708. When we arrive, Allison is eating some grits and some scrambled powdered egg. She has a glass of OJ as well as a bad cup of deep brown. She puts creamer and loot in the java to try and facilitate the taste, but they really don't help at all.

I hug Allison to loosen her. She tells me that she really doesn't sense all that different than when we brought her to the hospital. I take a look at the chart the nursemaid and medico have written their notes into. They all seem to show that Allison is suffering from an infection although they don't citation where the infection is located in the body. I see her vitals that they keep talking and they show that Allison's lineage force per unit area is a bit mellow and that her white blood enumeration is extremely high. Dr. Ronda ordered some antibiotics along with another bag of fluids to keep her hydrated.

It makes me think about the lady 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 penetrate to eliminate any source in our house ?

After we visit with Allison for a piece, we all head back to the limo for Fred to take aim us back home. Dakota reminds me that I have the HR confluence tomorrow morning at 9 am at the convention mall. I ask her to group every HR person by where they are in the land and to print out possible name 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 wake 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 business firm 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 ma'am, solid enough to attack the virus, but gentle enough to not hurt the babies. She had them sent to Walgreen's. Tina went to plunk them up after two hours.

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

I get up and do my dawn responsibility in the bathroom, including taking a nice hot shower. No one joined me in the exhibitor stall, which was a nice stand-in for me.

I put on a squeamish garb shirt, nigrify slacks, and a tie. I brought my suit coat along, but I wasn't sure enough if I felt like wearing it or not. I met Dakota and Tina at the front doorway along with one female person and one male factor to protect us. Fred took us to the convention center where he dropped us off at the chief entrance.

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

As 9 am rolled around, the monolithic number of HR people entered the main doors of the convention eye elbow room. The people at the front desks were directing the HR people to sit together by district, which they did. They seemed excited that they were sitting together.

I purposely began the meeting a bit later so everyone had the opportunity to get hold their posterior and not escape 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 dollars surplus 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 stimulate paying them with a paycheck and overnight mail it to them. Instead of them getting direct deposit.

I pointed out the territorial dominion that were not being successful and having the most extra cut checks for new employees. I also pointed out just how many the great unwashed were still in our system that had already been terminated. almost of the HR citizenry gasped when I told them how many employees this misdirection of paysheet and new employee processing toll the companionship along with how many citizenry, we overpaid by not terminating them as they should hold 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 paysheet, some wanting a payroll check but nearly of them wanting direct bank deposit. I pointed out that the prior 12 calendar month we overpaid non-terminated employees almost $ 600,000 in addition, we had to cut nearly $ 300,000 worth of overnight paychecks, which also caused a lot of gasps.

I asked for a committal from each district to do a full job in terminating deceased employees and processing the paperwork for new employees to put them on the payroll.

about every HR person committed to doing a better job at handling new employees. I started with the top 10 troubled districts in our party. I didn't figure any epithet, but several people who knew that their dominion was not doing the job properly got up and left their work Key on the table. I watched as they walked out the door and left hand. There was a lot of whispering about people quitting, which didn't both me. We had only two territory that the entire district quit and thankfully it was the bottom two districts of the integral company. Once they got up and left, I had Dakota and Tina collect their party key out off the tables.

As we approached lunch, I saw the legal transfer device driver from Jimmy Saint John's bringing in loge of sandwiches and chips along with cooler of 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 tiffin. Oddly plenty, we had a few people 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 dilute the boilersuit number of HR people in our companies. They seemed to gibe with me on my plan.

After the tiffin was over, I called out various citizenry and promoted them to get HR personnel department. I still visit these multitude my program B people. They all are excited that they have been recognized as promotable people in our company. When I announced mass's name calling, I got lots of squealing and clapping. At 4 pm, I ended the HR conventionality by thanking everyone for attending. When I left the stage I received a standing ovation, which made me grinning. I gathered up my two madam and the two SS agents and headed out to the limousine. Where Fred was waiting patiently to take us home.

I asked that we stop and see Allison at metropolis infirmary. Fred made the necessary adjustments and was in front of the hospital in just a few minutes.

We got out of the limo and went inside the hospital to see Allison. We arrived just as the foodservice people were dropping of her dinner tray. She didn't seem all that enthused about dinner party. She told me she is missing Sammy and Bobby. I kissed her and we headed home.

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