Two of our people are with Beth and Dora, watching how you’re providing thousands of good, high paying jobs for people in the state. And you’re al...so making sure that those new workers will have houses. Margie’s making sure the people in town will have money for their future. You treat everyone as your family; that’s a welcome break for us. By necessity, when you’re executive protection like we are with all of you, we have to know what’s going on.”“Speaking of knowing what’s going on, I think I. We have the best -- and better yet, we don't have a dress code." He laughed, and I again joined in, as it seemed the thing to do. "More precisely, we have an UNdress code. Just like our stage shows downstairs. Only better. You'll see." Sho... sho... so you shtill haven't... haven't told me what I gotta do at thish party. An' anyway, I dunno if I'm gonna be shober by then." Don't worry about it, Mr. Marsh. You are already well on your way to being prepared for tonight's party. Here, finish the. He gave me his address and I went inside and ordered the taxi then returned and stood behind him. When the car pulled up he stood at the door waiting for me to open it for him. I did then got in the front and chatted to the driver as he asked if we had enjoyed our evening. Master said the evening hadn’t finished yet and we all laughed. As we pulled up at the large Victorian house I paid then jumped out and ran to let Master out of the back. The car drove away and I followed him up the drive.. ”“I understand. Come on into the living room.”Danny followed Mr. Mueller into the living room. He could see the Christmas wrappings still littering the area. Nice little piles of presents were stacked neatly. It was pretty obvious which stack belonged to which person.“Have a seat. I’m sure they’ll be out in a minute,” Mr. Mueller said.“Thank you, Sir.”Danny sat down and placed the presents on his lap. Sitting stiffly, he wondered what was taking so long just to change clothes. Mr. Mueller sat.