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The Chauffeur ( # 58 ) The fervency

By PABLO DIABLO

Copyright 2019

CHAPTER 1

On Sabbatum I was awoken by my cell telephone set buzzing. I grudgingly got out of bed and scuffed over to the bureau to check my earpiece. I saw that the text was from Roger Johnson. The text read : Big Fire at an billet tugboat in WI. CALL ME ASAP ! Roger.

I called Roger as soon as I read his text content. The offset call went straight to voicemail. The mo call Roger picked up.

"Hey, David, not a good way to get a sunrise. 17 floor of our tower in Badger State are on fire. Since it is a Saturday, evacuating the building wasn't that unmanageable. However, there was some rationality the sprinklers didn't go on, so the firefighter are attacking this fervour head-on. Currently, this is a 6-alarm fire but will most in all probability get raised as the fire is not contained yet."Roger tells me.

I expect that you will be getting phone calls from many of your tenants in the building such as Kraft Foods, who is the original owner of the construction. I would check to see but if you didn't buy the dimension in an ‘ as is'consideration we should probably get sound involved,"Roger says to me.

I thought about taking the jet to the property in WI, but I decided against it since we had another bit of time with Special agentive role Virginia Wade, plus the SS agents who will follow us on this mission out in the LA desert once again. Fred, John, and I are supposed to meet up with the DEA just after 1 pm. All in all, we are supposed to have about 32 the great unwashed on our side 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 panty just as Dr. Ronda had requested. I headed into the privy to take maintenance of my morning duties which included a quick shower. As I had my head underneath the water, I felt the cold air from the rain shower room access 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 rain shower stall with me.

I jokingly pushed her underneath the showerhead to get her integral eubstance wet before I began to wash her including a shampoo. As I was soaping her up, I leaned in and kissed her on the backbone of the cervix. She reached behind her and gave my hammer a twain of tug which made me smile.

We spent respective minutes in the shower together before we turned the hot piddle off. I grabbed two towels and we took our meter 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 sleeping accommodation. She put a clean dry White tee shirt on with no pantie's underneath. I put on my usual, a distich of shorts plus a white tee shirt. Once I was dressed, we left the bedroom to strike her back to her bedroom. I opened the door and she immediately went to her W.C. and took out a cute outfit to wear. It was a dainty lily-livered print top and a pair of yellow short circuit. 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 room, so we turned the TV on, and I selected an all-news channel to get the most selective information about our tug in Wisconsin on fervidness. Sammy came out to the TV way and asked Allison what she would like for breakfast, she asked for scrambled eggs and grits. Sammy also asked me what I would wish. I told him one of his outstanding bacon and cheese omelet with some fried spud on the incline. He told that my breakfast would study about 20 minutes and that he would put it on the dining way tabular array when it is ready.

I sat down on the couch watching our tower in WI burning. My real thankfulness was that it was a weekend day and virtually no one had to be evacuated from the building. I texted Jennifer to change state on the TV when she gets up to see our tower in Wisconsin burning. We needed to pull the effectual contracts as well as the records for the fervor crushing company on how recent the fire suppression equipment had been checked. I also wanted a lean of tenant to be contacted and incur out when the flack department is finished for them to let us bonk what was able to be salvaged out of their offices.

I switched back and Forth on the TV from one news show line to another trying to get better shot of the building burning. I put a yell into the flack Department in Madison Wisconsin River asking them about my building that was on fire. I got a very squeamish Lady who told me that there really was no extra info at this time, and she said that they already had my name and number to be reached once there is something to tell me. I thanked her for her clip and hung up.

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

I just escape from my mind thought that he was very prophetic in his first textbook content 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 newsworthiness. Although I prefer FOX word, I did watch CBS news to try and get a dissimilar tv camera angle on the fire. One matter that I noticed was a all lot of firemen standing around by the fire trucks. I wondered to myself why so many people were just standing around.

After about an hour of watching the flaming on the news, FOX switched away from the fire and did a piece on the murder in Chicago 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 metre it was Special Agent Virginia Wade of the DEA. She said"calling off the desert event as we don't have sufficiency agents to handle this group. Thanks for the crack of help ”.

I kind of exhaled knowing that my people won't be put in harm's way. I went over to the SS federal agent and show him my telephone and the text message. He thanked me for the update. I texted Gospel According to John and Fred that today's time with the DEA is off. A few transactions later Fred texted back that he appreciated the update.

As promised, Sammy delivered Allison her bollock and grits along with a fresh cup of coffee. He also delivered me the omelet that I asked for along with some fried potatoes. He had also poured me a deoxyephedrine of juice. He put my plate at the psyche of the table and the one for Allison right next to me where Dakota normally sits.

Since the DEA event was off for the day, I dialed up the jet crew and let them cognize whenever they get set up, I would like 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 sleeping accommodation. Both Dakota and Jill let out pocket-sized gasp at seeing our towboat burning. I suggested to both to take an overnight bag, just in compositor's 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 trip, which I kissed her and told her it would be no job, but to stay put here at the Chateau as I didn't want anyone out roaming around with the Mexican Drug Cartel not playing nice with us nor the DEA.

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

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

Diane and toilet were the low gear to arrive at the dining room board. 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 urine as well.

About the clock time Bobby was finishing John's omelet, Dakota and Jill came out to the dining way leaving their overnight bags at the presence door. whoremaster ate at his formula upper shoveling the nutrient into his mouth as quickly as he possibly could.

Since Dakota and Jill were both going with me, both female agentive role and one male agent accompanied us. They each had an overnight bag set and they set them by the front door. A few arcminute later Jennifer joined us. I looked around the room and counted John the Evangelist, Diane, Jennifer, Dakota, Jill, myself and three SS broker. It seemed as if we all were there. However, we only had a townspeople car in the garage, so we had to take a twain of cars. Tina offered to repulse Diane, John, and Jennifer. Fred took Jill and her SS broker in the townsfolk car. That left Dakota and her factor to ride along with me and my agent. Donna volunteered to learn Dakota, and me along with our security broker 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 life-sized limo or two to head back to the Chateau. Everyone grabbed their overnight bag and climbed the steps to enter the jet. Once we were all into the jet, they closed the door and locked it in post. The jet slowly moved from its parking post towards the rails. We waited in logical argument to get on the rail. There were three jets in nominal head of us, although once the three jets took off, we lined up for takeoff as well.

We paused for a second then we felt the pleasant-tasting speedup of the plane. Before we got to the end of the runway, the olfactory organ of the jet took a sharp upward 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 binding to show me that she was indeed wearing panties, which made me smiling. Dakota sat with her legs on top of my lap. She leaned her fountainhead into me as we leveled out in the air. I gently began to rub Dakota's peg and feet.

On the early English of me sat Jennifer. John and Diane sat on the love tail end with Diane leaning her head onto John's thorax. Jennifer put her arms around me and put her head on my left shoulder. We ran into some Sturm und Drang as we passed over UT and Colorado, however, once we passed those two Department of State the trajectory smoothed right out. The flight to Wisconsin was right at the three-hour limit. Dakota pulled her wooden leg and feet off me when the planer began its ancestry to land.

Unfortunately, we had to circulate the airport a couple of times before the tower gave us permission to bring the jet. Finally, we got the plane on the ground. We taxied the jet to the individual woodworking plane field. I saw the two limousine that Dakota had ordered up for us to ride in while in Wisconsin.

Our original was able to park the jet amongst other buck private planes. We got the door open and went down to the limos. Jill, Dakota and I along with three SS agentive role got into one limo with Jennifer, King John, and Diane getting into the other limousine. Both of our number one wood knew where we were headed. They shut the back threshold and headed the limo down the route towards the burning towers. I could see them a couple of miles before we got to the tugboat. As we arrived, there were several TV news program crews filming the fire and taking consultation with people who had nothing to do with the column, they just happened to be standing close, so they were interviewing them.

CHAPTER 2

When we pulled up to the roped-off area by the towboat incoming, I put my best typeface on to talk to the TV reporter about the tower. fortune of questions were asked of me. I looked for and finally found the Fire Chief. I asked him if everyone was OK and that there were no mass left in the tower. He told me that they got everyone out and that only property legal injury, no human accidental injury, which made me feel good.

I did manage to wonder about when the fire investigation would begin. The congressman from the Fire Department told me that no investigation would set out until after the stallion fire was completely out.

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

We pulled the two limos 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 inquiry as we could, but we did stress that we were thankful that there was no one inside the office townsman and that we will be happy with getting the results of the fire investigation.

One of the cameramen told us that it will be skinny to 12 hours before the flack is out then they will commence the investigation. I thanked him for the information and asked where a thoroughly dining compartment is that's not too far away. He recommended a mom and pop diner that was about 8 blocks removed from the flak. When we arrived at the diner, both number one wood parked the limos at the far nook of the parking lot. We all got out and went inside.

The property was virtually empty, but one of our drivers told us all that the food was good, so we took his suggestion and decided to remain. With there being a totality of 9 of us, we pushed two tables together and sat down. A dainty one-time waitress came over to our table and started taking drink orderliness. She discussed the special of the day, which was Solanum melongena parmesan with a minor incline salad and a large slice of garlic bread.

Jill wanted the special, Dakota ordered a broiled cheese sandwich with a bowl of tomato soup. Jennifer ordered tuna salad on toasted sourdough kale. whoremaster and Diane both ordered the special as well. I went in a totally different direction ; I ordered a BLT on white pledge with mayo and two gash of Lycopersicon esculentum. I ordered a C and everyone else ordered a soda as well. I didn't hear what the SS agents ordered since they ended up sitting at a table succeeding 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 flyer for the shelter team that was sitting at a different table. Since the restaurant wasn't all that busy, the meals came quickly. One thing that I noticed was that anyone who ordered a sandwich, such as me only got the sandwich. When I pressed the waitress, she told me that you must rescript French people Roger Fry or a incline salad otherwise you only get the sandwich. The waitress trying to quell all of us brought a big plate of Daniel Chester French fries. Dakota, as usual, put some of the small fry on to a small plate 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 agents finished quite quickly their meal, while my tabular array was still working on their meals. I guess the child arriving late helped slacken us down.

The waitress noticed that all the SS agents where carrying firearm. She asked how come they had guns. I explained that they are protection 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 maniac. 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 ketchup on her face, which made both giggles as well as the remainder of the table.

When three very loud teenagers came into the eating place, I saw that the SS agent got a bit unquiet. The teens sat down a few tables away from us. One of the broker moved her professorship over future to Dakota and Jill. The stripling noticed her do that and made a loud comment about how idiotic they thought my shelter point was. They decided to provoke the agentive role by taunting them verbally. The agentive role didn't say a word but when one of the teens got up and walked over to get in their face, the male agent 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 agent could do about it.

Just as the teen decided to lease a swing at the broker, the teen had his face bounced off the table and was handcuffed in second. That only escalated the situation. The waitress demanded that the federal agent secrete the teenager. The teenager only threatened the agent more. Now all three agents were involved, and they asked the stripling to go back to their mesa and just leave us alone. The teens decided that they were right and took a swing at the agentive role. All three agents took the teenager down like sura at a rodeo. All three were lying face down on their table with the waitress yelling at the agents that she's about to name the police and that they would incur substantial bother as the Sherriff doesn't like strangers who cause trouble. At this degree, Dakota stood up and told the waitress that we can get bad serving and ungovernable adolescent at any dining compartment in the earth and that she should stay out of our business.

I asked for the bill, which the waitress had to add once again. I got up and went to the cash registry to pay the placard, but she was too busy running her oral cavity with the James Cook. I looked at the totality on the card and threw down enough to pay the bill but only left her a 5 % tip since she decided to interject her nose into our business. Dakota took a snapshot of the money next to the government note, so she couldn't call the Sherriff and enjoin him that we did the old Dine and hyphen routine. I asked the SS agents to release the stripling, which they did, but they were quick to re-cuff them if they decided once again to put their nose into our business.

The nine of us walked out of the eating place with the waitress telling us not to hurry back. Dakota was quick to assure her that we wouldn't come back if the intellectual nourishment was unfreeze. 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 attack was under control yet. When we got there, we saw that the tugboat was still on fire, but it appeared to be much to a greater extent under mastery at this point. well-nigh of the new caravan left with only the one from FOX news remaining.

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

Dakota, Jill, Jennifer, and I started making tenant headphone vociferation. Everyone was informed about the flaming and that the pillar may not be opened for respective days. I asked the multitude from Kraft why the sprinklers didn't gripe on ; they had no answer for that question.

I dialed up our legal department to give them rive all the paperwork on the acquisition of that business office pillar. They told me that it would take a couple of days, but they will send me copies for me to front over. Our top legal attorney for prop acquisition told me he would send me his analysis of the paperwork and recite me if it was an ‘ as is'leverage or something else. I thanked him and flow up the phone.

As we stood there making phone calls, the reporter for FOX news came over to one of the agents and asked who to utter to about this fire. They politely pointed at me. The reporter, named Ashley Johnson, was gorgeous and polite. When I finished my phone call, I turned off my phone and put it in my sack. She asked me several questions while I was being videotaped. She thanked me for the individual interview and left with her cinematographer. I asked one of the fire department police captain when they thought it would be completely out. He told me that it will be at least late tomorrow and possibly into the be day before they will hold the fire completely out and able to start their investigation of the fervidness. I thanked him for his time and gathered my hoi polloi to head back to the jet.

It took several minutes to get to the jet but once we were there, we all walked the step and got into the jet, happy to be leaving this metropolis. The copilot closed the hatch and took us to the runway. The jet once again accelerated down the runway and into the air to lead back place. I knew that the trajectory would take another three minute, but I was ready to claim a little nap. I stretched out and found Dakota curl up into me as the trajectory went towards home.

Once again, we experienced some humble amount of money of upheaval over Colorado and Utah, but once we hit California, we were in the enlighten and it was smooth gliding from that level on to LA.

CHAPTER 3

As the jet went from a level flight to a descent preparing to land, Dakota rolled off me and I opened my eyes. I asked the SS broker if they think anything will come of the teen, they didn't believe anything would, but they said that they would check in with topical anesthetic law enforcement just to make sure.

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

The original and co-pilot taxied the jet around to the slope of the airport that former buck private jets were parked, and our jet was parked right next to them. Once the jet came to a point, the co-pilot extended the gradation down and we all began to get off the plane.

Jill, Dakota, and I along with our three SS agents got into the enceinte of the limos and John the Divine, Diane, and Jennifer got into the second limousine. Fred started our limo and the female driver, whom I didn't know started the former limousine 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 Rebecca. She's only been with us for a workweek. We recruited her from one of our competitors. She seems to be enjoying the job and I know that she is making full tips,"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 friend with Tina's Mother Deloris which I think is commodity for her. I mean, she loves all the youth in our house, but it is squeamish for her to have person airless to her own age to share lifetime experiences with,"Fred tells me.

"I agree completely,"I tell Fred.

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

"wellspring, it looks as if the tower will be burning for at least another 24-36 hr. After they finally get the pillar put out, only then will start the investigation,"I tell Fred.

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

"Yes, I know. Not really the great start to the day. Our towboat in Wisconsin on fire and a domesticated wildness murder in Chicago at a Pinetree, kind of like a one-two punch.

My phone buzzed. It was Allison calling me.

"Hey, favourite, 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 household ?"I ask her.

"Well, um….I'm at the store,"she tells me, which sort of annoys me.

"What storage are you at ?"I ask.

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

I direct Fred to head to Macy's to clean 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 learn her spine to the Chateau and she will meet us there.

Dakota tells Fred what Dr. Ronda said to do and he acknowledged it. It was only a few 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 broker got out and gathered her up and put her in the limo. Allison crawled over to me and put her head teacher 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 know,"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 solace her. Fred pushes several yellowish luminousness before he finally gets us back to the Chateau. He pokes the requirement clitoris to open the outer gate then give the inner gate. I see Dr. Ronda's car already in the courtyard.

Fred pulls the limo up to the movement doorway. We all get out. I carry Allison inside the house and lay her down feather on the lounge. Dr. Ronda comes over to her and begins taking critical signs, checking bloodline pressure sensation, listening to her heart and her breathing. She puts on the blood pressure level cuff.

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

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

Fred gets the limo racing towards City infirmary with Dr. Ronda right behind the limousine. Dr. Ronda pushes various yellow lights and even and red light. Getting to City Hospital took about half the time it normally does. Fred just pulled the limo rightfield in front 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 solution so that she would begin to rehydrate.

A nurse came into the exam room to assist Dr. Ronda. They asked Allison if she was supersensitive to anything. Allison told her that she was allergic to morphine and a couple of other drugs. Dr. Ronda ordered a different pain music to help Allison. She also ordered a line of descent attractor as she suspects that Allison has some sort of infection but needs the lab body of work to confirm that.

Allison is drowsing, and I just stand there caressing her hair which sort of makes her grin. The two factor that came along to guard Dakota and I are standing like guard firedog right outside the exam room doorway.

Dr. Ronda tells us that she will stick around 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 employment comes back in about an hour.

I see Dakota texting somebody 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 recite everyone what is happening with Allison.

As expected, Dr. Ronda has the nursemaid arranging a elbow room for Allison. When the transportation guy comes to subscribe to her, Dakota and I follow close behind along with our two SS agents. We walk through the maze of the hallway until they get to room 1708 where they put Allison in the room. 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 infection that she has with some other hospital patient.

Allison isn't in the room very long before Dr. Ronda comes in and hinderance on her. Dakota is on one English 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 place to do her examination of Allison.

Dakota text Tina the room number that Allison is in so masses from the Chateau could some visit with her. Dr. Ronda estimates that Allison will be in city Hospital about a calendar 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 sentry go bounder, both Dakota and I find that a bit humourous. Allison is healthy asleep and I'm caressing her fuzz. I'm worrying about Allison, but only to a sealed amount of trouble. My main worry is wondering how Allison got this contagion and is there something that we need to address at the Chateau to keep others from acquiring this infection.

I told Dakota to help oneself me set up for the HR rule that we will be having on Monday of next week. I need some Plan B mass just in shell some end up getting fired or drop by the wayside on me.

It dawns on me that maybe we should have few HR people and have all new employees processed through one department.

Sitting in Allison's room, the TV still showed the fire from Wisconsin. You could see that the flaming was now under ascendance, but not out just yet. I shook my psyche watching the news clip about the tower.

When 8 pm came around, the announcement that visiting hours were now over, and it was time to make your way out of urban center Hospital. Visiting hours would begin at 9 am tomorrow cockcrow. Dakota and I got up and went to the charge nurses'desk to make sure they had both my cubicle phone and Dakota's cell phone numeral. I also saw Dr. Ronda coming out of another patient role's 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 broker left city infirmary and walked outside the front main incoming to discover Fred waiting for us. We got into the back and Fred closed the threshold. 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 tail end and snuggled up to me putting her forefront on my chest.

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

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

I caress her hairsbreadth as I hear her impulsion 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 room access and parked the limo in the service department. I let the SS agents know that I will most likely make another trip to City Hospital to visit Allison tomorrow morning time. They thank me for giving them a psyche's up about the visit.

Dakota and I head inside, and we smell something delectable. 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 stew. Both Dakota and I filled a couple of scale and carried them over to the dining way table to sit down and eat.

Tina comes over and William Tell us that Jill went to bed early as she was just tired out. Tina gives me a osculation, very titillating and passionate. Fred walk through the front room to head down the hallway to Mom's room. I heard the door undetermined 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 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 ride out in bed for a patch. I asked if she thought she should go see Dr. Ronda, but she fussed at me. When I finished my morning tariff in the bath, I texted Dr. Ronda that now Jill wasn't feeling good. She texted the right way back that she will come to natter Jill before she heads to urban center Hospital to see Allison.

I turn on the TV and see that the fire in our tug still is the lead storey on the morning news show. However, it appears as if the fervidness is almost out. I call the fervency department in WI and ask how far along in putting the fire out they might be. The ma'am at the fire department tells me that it is about 90 % out and they are checking for any hot speckle since there is so much newspaper publisher, plus they are checking the floors both above and below where the fervor took place. I thanked her for her clip and hung up.

I go out into the dining room and see Sammy and Bobby making everyone breakfast. Sammy asks me what I would care for breakfast. I just tell him once again that my formula omelet would be just very well. I see whoremaster eating one of his everything but the kitchen sink omelets, but Diane was just having a slice of toast and a coffee.

I texted Dr. Ronda that Diane was not feeling well either. She texted me that she would look at her as well. I pulled Dakota over to me and whispered in her ear to accept Tina sustain 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, Dakota, and I along with two SS broker get into the limo. As common, Fred is our driver and weaves his way through the traffic to get to City Hospital as quickly as he can. I think about how well Fred takes care of us.

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

I hug Allison to make relaxed her. She tells me that she really doesn't feel all that different than when we brought her to the hospital. I take a look at the chart the nurses and doctors have written their notes into. They all seem to show that Allison is suffering from an transmission although they don't cite where the infection is located in the body. I see her vital organ that they keep talking and they show that Allison's descent pressure is a bit high and that her white blood count is extremely high. Dr. Ronda ordered some antibiotics along with another bag of fluids to keep her hydrated.

It makes me cogitate 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 gross scouring from top to penetrate to egest any germs in our sign of the zodiac ?

After we visit with Allison for a while, we all head back to the limo for Fred to take us back home. Dakota reminds me that I have the HR meeting tomorrow first light at 9 am at the convention center. I ask her to chemical group every HR person by where they are in the commonwealth and to print out potential 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 domicile 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 house about dinner prison term and ate with all of us. She took vitals 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 antibiotic drug for the ladies, unassailable enough to attack the virus, but gentle enough to not hurt the babies. She had them sent to Walgreen's. Tina went to pick them up after two hours.

On Monday morning, I woke up with two matter on my brain. One, how are the lady doing ? Two, how many HR hoi polloi will we lose today ?

I get up and do my morning tariff in the john, including taking a skillful hot shower. No one joined me in the shower stand, which was a prissy substitute for me.

I put on a squeamish dress shirt, black slack water, and a tie. I brought my courtship coating along, but I wasn't for sure if I felt like wearing it or not. I met Dakota and Tina at the forepart door along with one female and one male agent to protect us. Fred took us to the formula nub where he dropped us off at the briny entrance.

I head inside and pick out a bottom on the level. Dakota also took a bottom next to Tina with the two SS broker standing off to one face but keeping penny-pinching proximity to Tina, Dakota, and myself.

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

I purposely began the get together a bit late so everyone had the chance to determine their seat and not overleap anything that I wanted to say. The offset thing that I talked about was how many new employees were not processed properly into our organization. I pointed out that it costs us 100 of dollars extra when we don't set up a new employee properly. They expect to be paid on payday-like everyone else, but if they are not set up correctly then we have to rush paying them with a payroll check and overnight mail it to them. Instead of them getting orchestrate deposit.

I pointed out the districts that were not being successful and having the most exceptional cut curb for new employees. I also pointed out just how many people were still in our system of rules that had already been terminated. about of the HR people gasped when I told them how many employees this mismanagement of paysheet and new employee processing cost the troupe along with how many the great unwashed, 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 paysheet, some wanting a paycheck but most of them wanting manoeuvre deposit. I pointed out that the anterior 12 months we overpaid non-terminated employees almost $ 600,000 in addition, we had to cut nearly $ 300,000 Worth of nightlong payroll check, which also caused a lot of gasps.

I asked for a allegiance from each territory to do a practiced job in terminating departed employees and processing the paperwork for new employees to put them on the payroll.

Most every HR somebody committed to doing a better job at handling new employees. I started with the top 10 troubled districts in our company. I didn't name any names, but several the great unwashed who knew that their dominion was not doing the job properly got up and left their work keys on the mesa. I watched as they walked out the threshold and left. There was a lot of whispering about mass quitting, which didn't both me. We had only two territorial dominion that the total district quit and thankfully it was the bottom two district of the total company. Once they got up and left, I had Dakota and Tina collect their company keys off the tables.

As we approached lunch, I saw the saving driver from Jimmy John's bringing in box of sandwiches and chips along with cooler of soda and water.

Dakota went to the intellectual nourishment 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 lunch. Oddly enough, we had a few people who wanted to sit with us to pluck our encephalon on what we were going to do about the HR multitude who quit and just walked out. I explained that we have people waiting in the fender to be promoted, plus I wanted to reduce the boilersuit act of HR people in our companies. They seemed to agree with me on my plan.

After the luncheon was over, I called out several people and promoted them to become HR personnel. I still call these mass my Plan B multitude. They all are excited that they have been recognized as promotable masses in our company. When I announced people's names, 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 smile. I gathered up my two ladies and the two SS agents and headed out to the limo. Where Fred was waiting patiently to take us home.

I asked that we stop and see Allison at urban center Hospital. Fred made the necessity registration and was in front of the infirmary in just a few minutes.

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

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