Chapter 4: Visiting the Boss-man

It was still dark outside when Whitney and Ann herd knocking on their hotel room door. Still feeling drowsy Whitney got up to check who was disturbing them at that hour of the morning. But before heading to the door, she had to stop for a moment and stretched away some of the sleepiness that was still inside her bones.

Eyes squinting, looking through the peep-hole, Whitney could see that it was Francine standing there at the door, fully dressed in black and apparently ready for the gym.

Without opening the door she turned to Ann and ask.

"What time is it now?"

"I don't know! Probably, four or five o'clock!"

Ann replied.

Putting her hands to her mouth, trying to prevent her words from escaping and going to Francine hearing, Whitney softly spoke.

"It's Francine at the door, attire in black clothing as if she is in the ninja squad!"

"Really! It must be, important! Open the door and let her in!"

Ann suggested.

Opening the door, Whitney said; "Good morning Francine!" while covering her mouth with one hand and giving a big yawn, as if she was just ready to get into bed!

"You guys aren't up, and ready for the gym as yet?"

Francine lashed out asking.

"No! The sun is not even out as yet! So why should we be going to the gym this early in the morning?"

Ann inquired.

"Its five-thirty going six now! Well, when I left my room it was already five-thirty! And now it the best time for us to get in the gym and use the equipment there, before it gets crowded and we keep bumping into other persons and each other!"

Francine explained.

"Have you gone down there to use the gym before?"

Whitney asked.

"Yes, I have gone down there several times since we have been here, but only to watch!

Francine responded.

Causing Whitney to giggle at her response.

Getting up from the side of Ann's bed, Whitney announced that she was going to brush her teeth and get dress so she could go by the gym and see if the atmosphere fits her there. Soon, Ann began rolling out of bed from the opposite side where Whitney was seated, and also went to get herself dress, so she could accompany Francine and Whitney to the exercise hub of the hotel.

Less than, twenty minutes later, all three ladies were making their way onto the hotel's elevator and then into the large open space of the exercise facility. Which was a very impressive sight for Whitney and Ann to behold. They just couldn't believe their eyes when they walked in to the very gigantic room and see all the modern machine used to keep the body fit and in shape.

But one think they both could admit to in that moment and it was the fact that Francine was right!

There were other persons in the gym already... it wasn't packed to capacity, but had quite a number of persons there already who seemed to be controlling specific exercise machine for themselves, their friends and possibly, their business partners or mate.

Way in the back of the gym which was a little less crowded Francine hurryingly made her way back there and requested that Ann and Whitney followed right behind her. So they could hold onto those exercise equipment for themselves during their workout session.

Few minutes later, all three ladies were skipping from one exercise machine to the next, and testing their endurance level on each one of them while learning what area of their body's they were designed to strengthened and bring about the best body definition.

Whitney was working hard to get her stomach tight and flat. But Francine encouraged her to focus more on her arms and in that way her chest area and her breathing muscles would be strengthen and her shoulders would look nice and strong while on stage singing. Because no one would be actually looking at her belly but instead on her upper body as she belt out her singing notes. And without hesitance, she took Francine advice and started doing work-out on her arms until they were soar and began burning.

Around thirty minutes later, the gym was swarming with people like it was a market place in the height of the end of year; holiday sales!

Persons were everywhere waiting around for one exercise machine or the other, with disappointment splattered all over their faces. Some, looking through the newspapers while others were glancing through magazine pages to occupy their time while they wait until there were availability of an exercise equipment for them to use.

Observing the massive crowd inside the gym, Whitney and Ann couldn't help but to agree once more that Francine was right about them being in the gym very early before the masses arrive.

Checking her wrist watch, Francine announced.

"I think, we have had enough! Lets' spear someone else, the usage of these machines, so they can burn off their guts and asses before starting their day!"

And with those words, she grabbed her towel and her sweat cap and said to Ann and Whitney while she placed the cap onto her head.

"Come on, let's get out of here now!"

Soon, Ann and Whitney were following behind her, as if, she was mother goose and they were her gooselings.

While on the hotel's elevator, going to their rooms, Francine turned to Whitney and cheerfully asked.

"How are you feeling, Ms. Super Star; you think, you have burned enough fat already?"

Before Whitney would reply to her question, Francine continued to speak.

"You will certainly need more than one morning of exercise to get you into tip-top shape! And I'm not excluding myself either!"

For a moment, there was dead silence in the elevator.

Shortly, it was broken by Francine's suggestion.

"After we have finish showering, you ladies can come to my room and we could have breakfast together! Or, I could come down to your suite and we all could order room service from there and then head out for the hospital!"

"What you guys think?"

Ann and Whitney began staring into each other faces, trying to find the right answer; but soon, Ann spoke after carefully thinking about her suggestion.

"I think that's a great idea!"

She said.

While staring into Whitney's eyes for her approval.

Whitney, soon began smiling, and then Ann knew; she too thought it was a very good idea.

On the third floor, of the hotel building, Ann and Whitney exited the elevator and said good-bye to Francine, and shortly afterwards they were opening the door to their hotel room, then went heading for the shower. And after showering and getting ready, Ann and Whitney sat in their room waiting for Francine to give them a phone call or come knocking on their room door.

There waiting, then it went on from one hour to two and then from two to three. Whitney and Ann were now almost in a state of shock and began wondering; if just like Clive Wilson, she too had an heart attack experience and was being rushed to the hospital.

"No, something must be very wrong!"

Ann lashed out with much concern in her voice.

Soon, she was up from her seat and began making her way towards the door, with the intention of going up to the seventh floor and finding out what the hell was wrong why Clive Wilson assistance why she wasn't down on the third floor; to join them for breakfast as yet.

Just after opening the door of her room, and began making her way down the corridor towards the elevator, Ann immediately saw the figure of a person coming towards her who was looking all dressed up. Neither Ann nor Whitney recognize the person to be Francine. But, while standing at the elevator door, waiting for it to bring them onto the seventh floor, both ladies heard a knocking on what seems to be their room door. Hesitant to get on the elevator right away, Ann took a step backwards from the elevator door; because she wanted to find out for sure which door was pounding upon, and if the person was actually knocking on their room door.

And sure enough, it was their room door!

"May I help you?"

Ann asked with puzzlement written all over face.

Looking away from the door, Francine stated alarmingly.

"Ann! Whitney!"

"Why have the both of you, passed me by without saying a word to me?"

"You are all so dolled-up with that curly wig, eye-lashes and those fancy clothing, we didn't recognize it was you coming towards us or had passed us by! And you didn't look up to see that it was us you were passing by; either!"

Ann responded frowningly.

Before Francine could utter a comment to Ann's statement; Ann sternly asked.

"What took you so long?"

"We have been waiting for you, over three hours now, and was just heading to your room to see if you had ended up like your boss, Clive Wilson... with a heart attack!"

She continued.

But, Francine's mouth was sealed shut for a while as Ann and Whitney made their way back to their hotel door, opened it, and let Francine, and also themselves back inside their hotel suite.

Stepping through the hotel door, with her six inches heels looking elegantly on her feet, Francine announce excitingly.

"So sorry, to keep you guys waiting! But with this brand new wig, and me breaking into these heels, had taken me much longer than I thought to get ready!"

And just after apologizing for having them hanging in their room waiting for her, Francine picked up the phone, called the kitchen and started ordering breakfast for all three of them. But soon after realizing she hadn't ask Whitney or Ann what they wanted to eat for breakfast, she apologize to the person on the other end of the line and then quickly put the phone down to rest.

"I hate doing things in a rush!"

She said.

Francine then took the note pad from the desk and began writing down what Whitney and Ann were requesting to have for their morning meal. And now that she had it written down on paper, she had the phone back in her hand, and began calling the kitchen once more to order the meals for all three of them, and then furthered requested for all three orders to be delivered at room three-twenty-one.

After being off the phone with room service, Francine began calling Benjamin Twain to come and get her and the other two ladies, and bring them to the hospital to see their famous boss-man, Clive Wilson. Because first, they wanted to know how he was doing and second, they wanted to find out from him or his doctors, if he would be able to manage Whitney's music contract, or if, he should give it up and send it off to someone else's hands.

"Good morning, Ms. Hemmings! How may I help you?"

Benjamin Twain asked.

"Good morning!"

Francine replied.

"I don't know if you had heard the news already, but Mr. Wilson suffered a heart attack and is now in the St. Joseph's hospital! Therefore, I'm asking; if you could bring me there, along with two other persons to see him! We're desperately hoping, that we could see him no longer than today!"

Francine stated pleadingly.

"What time would you like me to come and get you?"

Benjamin Twain asked.

"Within the next two hours would be good!"

Francine responded.

"I'll be there, but please, wait for me in the hotel lobby, so when I pull-up and toot my horn, you can get in the car right away and we can just ride away from there immediately! Because the streets are very busy today!"

Benjamin informed her.

"We will do just that for you! See you then! Bye, Benjamin!"

Francine said, before hanging up the phone.

She then went on to inform Whitney and Ann that after breakfast, they would be meeting Benjamin down in the hotel lobby, so they should get themselves ready for him to take them to the hospital to see her boss, Clive Wilson. And then she went on the phone dialing the hotel kitchen to get room service to bring their morning meal to their room. But after talking with the chef, Francine realized, she hadn't ask Whitney or Ann what they wanted to have for breakfast. So she told the chef, she wasn't quite ready to place her order and immediately put down the phone.

"Sorry about that!"

Francine said laughingly while putting one hand to her head as if, she was testing herself as though she was suffering from a fever.

"Are you alright?"

Whitney asked sadly.

"I guess I am!" Francine said; "I'm just testing to see if I'm suffering with the fever, of forgetfulness!"

She then walked over to one of the vanities, pulled out the top drawer and took out the small yellow writing pad from inside of it. Closing back the drawer she began making her way back to where Whitney and Ann were seated, and began asking.

"What you guys would like for breakfast?"

Making a note of what her new found friends would like to have for their morning meals, Francine went back on the telephone, call the kitchen, and again, she began giving them her orders. And after she was done making her orders, she told the chef to bring all the orders to room three twenty-one because that's where she would be having her meal. She thanked the chef, hanged-up the phone and then went to clean off the four seater glass table, situated in the corner of Ann and Whitney's hotel room.

For a while they sat there chatting, and less than an hour later, someone was banging on the door. It was the waiter from the kitchen standing at the door with the food caddy and their morning meal rested on top of it.

Opening the door to their room, the waiter smiled, said good morning to Francine and then stepped inside the room. Standing inside the room and seeing, Whitney and Ann, he politely greeted them with friendly hello as well before bringing the food-tray over by the little glass table in the corner of the room. Soon he rested it there just as Francine had directed him to.

Lifting the covers of each food container, Francine smiled, and then thanked the waiter, but she wouldn't let him walk through the door without greasing his palm with a nice tip of ten dollars. Which, he politely thanked her for. But before he could completely disappear from their sight, Ann reached inside her purse and took ten dollars from it and handed it to the waiter as well, which had him smiling even bigger before leaving the room.

Soon the ladies were cleaning their hands and diving into their delicious meals. Ann having eggs enfolded with cheese, onions and sausages, along with white toast very well done while Whitney went for the pancakes, scramble eggs dripping with strawberry syrup. Meanwhile, Francine, having French-toast with bacon, dry cereals with raisins and blackberries. All three ladies had a mug of coffee and a glass of orange juice to wash it all down and now, they were utterly set for the day.

It was a lovely morning meal which they all had enjoyed, but, time was of the essence and the moment had come for them to be in the hotel lobby and on their way to the hospital to see Mr. Clive Wilson.

Fifteen minutes later, all three ladies were hustling and bustling their way onto the elevator which was already pack with people making their way down into the hotel lobby. And just in time, they were there in the lobby to hear Benjamin tooting his horn in front of the hotel building, indicating that he was already there waiting for them, so they should hurry up and get inside of his vehicle so he could hurry up and remove from the spot.

Gripping Whitney's wrist, Ann said.

"That must be him... hurry-up, let's go!"

All in a hurry, the three ladies began making their way towards the entrance of the hotel building, and down the three of four short steps which led unto the pavement of the road.

And sure enough, it was Benjamin, seated around the wheels of his car, anxious for them to get inside his vehicle so they could be on their way. Slapping the side of his vehicle with his hand, he told them to hurry.

Whitney and Francine scooted onto the backseat of the vehicle while Ann positioned herself onto the front seat, beside Benjamin who was greeting her with all smiles.

Blam!!! Blam!!!

The car doors were slammed shut!

Seconds later, they were pulling away from the parking spot and on their way to St. Joseph hospital.

"Hello and good morning ladies!"

Benjamin said excitingly.

"Good morning, Benjamin!"

They all responded simultaneously.

"I did not know, all you ladies know each other?"

Benjamin questioned.

"Yes, we all know each other and are working for the boss-man, Clive!"

Francine said excitingly.

"Maybe, you should come along with us and pay him a visit too because you are the only one he uses to drive him around whenever he is in these parts."

Francine suggested.

"Probably, I should! But if I do, it won't be for long; because I have two other pick-ups and drop-offs to do back-to-back!"

Benjamin said.

"I'm sure, if he is alert, he will understand and if he is not, you don't have to feel guilty!"

Ann stated.

"Just come inside and say hello to him! And when you are done doing those two drop-offs; please return to the hospital and get us; okay!"

Francine said while gently rubbing Benjamin on his shoulder which was closes to her left hand.

"Alright, I'll do just that!"

Benjamin replied.

Approximately, thirty-five minutes later, they were pulling into the hospital parking lot designated for visitors. And soon as Benjamin had found a parking spot, he backed into it and flu the car doors open.

The visitor's parking lot was quite a long walk to the main entrance of the hospital. Whitney thought it was designed this way because the visitors are the healthy ones and most likely had the strength to endure all that long walking. But soon, she turned her attention to Ann and worryingly asked.

"What about persons who are very elderly or has some form of disability; do they really have to go through all this hassle before getting to the main entrance of the hospital building?"

Before Ann could even respond to Whitney's question, Benjamin jumped in; stating.

"You ladies, you are going to have to meet me in the parking lot; because there is now way I can manage to drive back here and then walk all this way to come and get you guys!"

"Come on Benjamin! You must can walk all this way just for us and without any sweat... you are fit as a horse!"

Francine said playfully.

"Looks can be very deceiving! So please, don't let this pumped-up physique fool you, my dear!"

Benjamin responded.

His response had caused Whitney to stop for a moment, bursting with laughter. Because to her, he seemed quite fit and able bodied. It was only the shoe on his feet which seems like it was of great discomfort to him since the toe of it was so damn pointed. Pointed like that of a sword-fish beak. Seeing that she was unable to contain herself with laughter, Ann had to grab her by the arm and then held her there for the rest of the way.

And for the rest of the distance, Whitney had the chuckles until they were in the hospital lobby and began enquiring about where to locate Clive Wilson's hospital room.

A receptionist with tired looking eyes, as though, she had done a double shift two nights in a row; direct them to the fourth floor after receiving their particulars with identification and their relations to the patient seeking care in their health facility.

Making their way up to the fourth floor, they could see a batch of nurses standing against a glass window with a large desk behind it, conversing with each other to what seems to be a social chit-chat.

Spearing not a second, Francine walked over to where they were standing and said hello to them, in which they return the response in like manner.

"We are here to see one, Clive Wilson. A patient admitted here a day ago for heart troubles!"

Francine said.

All the nurses began looking at each other with confusion on their faces.

"I have never heard of him!"

One nurse spoke sadly while shaking her head.

Another went behind the glass window, sat on the black chair and began looking through the hospital log book one name at a time; with pointed finger.

"There is no Clive Wilson admitted here!"

She said.

Worriment was now splattered on everyone's face.

"Isn't this the floor where you care for your patients with heart problems?"

Whitney asked with concern in her voice.

"Yes, it is!"

The nurse replied.

"Could he be in surgery; then?"

Whitney asked.

Again, the group of nurses began searching each other's eyes with great puzzlement.

"I don't think so! If any surgeries were schedule, I would have known about it! But, let me take a look on the scheduling sheets for heart surgeries!"

The nurse spoke.

After searching the schedule sheets for cardio surgeries that should be done on that week for emergence or otherwise, the nurse came back to the glass window with a sad look on her face and said.

"Sorry, but there were no heart surgeries assigned for any of our cardiologists and neither have I seen the name Clive Wilson written there on the schedule for any past surgery or any future surgeries, either."

The nurse said with a concern look.

Whitney, who had the most to lose became very frightened.

She had worked hard and hope for this day to come when she would be discovered and carryout her dream as a singing sensation. And now, the person who was supposed to help her realized that dream, suffered a heart attack, and the hospital where he was supposed to be admitted to, has no clue of his name, his where about, or how he could be located.

All four visitors who came to the St. Joseph's hospital to visit Clive Wilson became very worried.

Ann who was new in town, had no idea of the geographical location of each hospital, had her hands on her head and a state of deep depression written all over her. She couldn't believe what she was hearing; but concluded that they were at the wrong hospital.

"We have gotten the hospital mixed up!"

She said.

But Francine swore that the EMT workers told her that they were taking him to St. Jose's hospital when she asked them were they were taking him to.

Benjamin who had his two pick-ups and drop-off that he needed attending to was now flustering - agitated and bothered by the fact that he was losing money; just because he wanted to show his best paying customer or passenger that he a heart and care about him.

He didn't have a tainted image when it came to his business and all knew of him to be quite reliable. There was no way he wouldn't have shown himself for any of his customers when they requested him to, unless he was admitted to the hospital, kidnapped or dead.

Very perturb by what was going on at the hospital and the delay in meeting his passengers request, Benjamin ask one of the nurses, if he could borrow the phone and make a quick call.

Right away, she handed him the phone and soon he began dialing the number. It was apparent that the phone was ringing at the other end, and seconds later, he said to the person at the other end.

"This is Benjamin! I'm running a bit late, but I'll be there! I'm very sorry about the delay, but I'm coming, okay!"

He then put the phone on the receiver and went searching through his shirt pocket. Shortly afterwards, he removed a small piece of paper, and began reading the number on it. He then took up the phone receiver once again and started dialing the phone number that was written on the piece of paper he had in his pocket.

"I thought, you only wanted to make one call!"

One of the nurses with a very bossy demeanor said to him.

"Sorry nurse, this is the last call, and then I'm done!"

Benjamin spoke honestly.

The phone at his ear, he told the person at the other end of the lime the same thing; like what he had told his first caller; but added.

"I'm at the hospital to see one of faithful passenger, but I'll be right there to get you; so please, don't go anywhere because I'm coming!"

And with those final words from his mouth, he placed the phone to rest and anxiously told the ladies who were with him to come along; so he could drop them off back at the hotel.

Very sad and depressed, they crowded onto the hospital elevator and began punching buttons for the elevator to bring them down to the hospital lobby. Automatically, the elevator stopped on the third floor and the doors opened up widely; so anyone on the elevator could see most of what was taking place on the third floor. And as they stood there staring at the nurses and patients on the third floor of the hospital, France could see a face that looked very familiar to her.

Immediately, she grip onto Benjamin's hand and began squeezing it tightly and repeatedly.

"Look!"

She said.

"Isn't that Clive Wilson sitting in the wheelchair?"

She ask, pointing to the man dosing off in the wheelchair.

"Where?"

Benjamin asked.

Taking a good look, Benjamin announced.

"It certainly looks like him!"

But soon, the elevator doors began closing.

"Damn it!"

Francine shouted, as she began punching the elevator button so it could reopen and let them off; so they could go and investigate if the man she had just seen was actually her boss, Clive Wilson. But, the elevator wouldn't stop, and brought them all the way down to the first floor of the hospital building where they had just come from.

"We have to get back up there, and see if that was him there!"

Francine exclaimed.

"It's worth giving it a try!"

Whitney suggested.

However, Benjamin was despondent, and didn't want to make that trip up on the elevator once again. He wanted to go and pick up his other passengers and bring them to wherever they needed to be; so he could get pay and meet his quota for the day. Especially, since it was the beginning of the weekend.

Feeling miserable and discouraged, Benjamin told the three ladies in his company to go ahead and investigate if who Francine had seen was actually Clive Wilson, and he would come back later to the hospital after he was done transporting his passengers around, and then get them and bring them back to their hotel.

And with that arrangement made, Benjamin hasted away to his car while Whitney, Ann and Francine climbed the concrete stairs of the hospital building, entered onto the third floor of the premises and began making enquiries about a male patient who was just not too long ago, seated in front the elevator doors; who has thin brown hair, comb over to the side of his face like a Donald Trump toupee.

Speaking with more specification, Whitney spoke out anxiously and said.

"He came inside here because he suffered from a heart attack and his name is Clive Wilson!"

"Oh, Mr. Wilson, that famous music producer!"

The nurse stated.

"Are you guys related to him?"

The nurse then went on to ask.

Looking at Ann and Whitney with puzzling eyes, trying to find the words to describe to the nurse who they were to the famous patient, they had come to visit but were unable to find the words for such and Francine came out and then said.

"He is our boss... we all work for him!"

"Okay!"

The nurse said.

"Do you guys have any identification?"

She went on to ask.

"Yes we do!"

Francine replied.

Then all three ladies began poking in their purses, pulling out their identifiers and handing them to the nurse for her to have a good look at them.

Satisfied with all that she had seen on the little square looking cards covered in plastic, she handed them back to the visitors and then ask them to come with her. Meanwhile, explaining to them that they had to put Clive Wilson inside a private room; because his wife had called the hospital requesting for such to be done because she didn't want to be in another room with a sick person when she came to visit him. But, because the hospital didn't have a private room upstairs on the fourth floor, the night supervisor suggested that he be placed down here on the third floor and use this vacant private room, instead.

All three ladies began rolling their eyes while staring at each other. And under her breath, Whitney mumbled which was load enough for the nurse escorting them to Mr. Wilson room to hear her.

"This hospital staff need to communicate with each other some damn more!"

"And why is that?"

The nurse asked.

"Because we were on the fourth floor and no one up there seems to know anything about a patient with the name; Clive Wilson. And the nurses up there had checked the schedules, look through the admission books and there were nothing there indicating that he was here in this hospital for surgery, recovering, sent home or in the morgue stretched out dead!"

Whitney responded

"It was only by chance that the elevator stopped on the third floor and I saw the familiar face, sitting in the wheelchair, dosing off to sleep!"

Francine interjected angrily.

Hearing the anger in Francine's voice. The nurse apologize for the misunderstanding and directed the ladies into Clive Wilson's room. Entering the hospital room they could see that he was fast asleep, but Clive wasn't a sound sleeper, even though, they had all kinds of medication poking inside of his body; orally and through his veins.

For some good reason, he could feel a familiar presence inside his room, and soon, he opened his eyes, and realized that Francine was standing at the foot of his bed. And soon he shouted.

"Francine!"

Clive Wilson then began holding onto his chest plate, because he had called out Francine's name so damn hard that it brought some pain to the area of his chest where he had gotten an incision to operate on his heart. Overlooking the pain, he was enduring, he excitingly said to her.

"Come here and give me a hug! It's so darn good, to see a familiar face around here!"

"But please, don't squeeze me too hard, causing me to have another heart attack, before leaving out of here!"

Clive went on to speak playfully.

Gently releasing her arms from around him, Francine went on to introduce Ann Hathaway and Whitney Washington; reminding Clive of the meeting that he was supposed to have with them almost two days ago when he was taken to the hospital.

"Of course I remember who they are!"

Clive Wilson said.

"How could I ever forget this sweet singing voice which releases goosebumps all over the skin of both god and man?"

Clive Wilson questioned laughingly.

"You don't worry yourself, because I'm going to make you a big and everlasting star!

Clive Wilson pronounced reassuringly.

Causing Whitney to smile as a deep sensation of joy and excitement filled her being, as he softly spoke the words about, making her an everlasting star!

"Are you sure, you want to manage this contract?"

Francine ask worryingly.

"What do mean, if I'm sure?"

Clive Wilson asked.

"I only had a heart attack Francine, not a dissecting of my entire brain!"

Clive Wilson said.

Encouraging, everyone in the room to giggle with laughter.

"You just draw up the papers like you had done for Natalee Cole. Explain to her, each step, detail by detail and then have her sign it! Make sure, she uses every moment of the gym with Peter Tosh. Just call him and let him know that we have a very important client that we need him to start working with."

"By the next three months, we will create a new image for her that the world will love, and everyone around the entire glob will be dying to follow her trends!"

Clive Wilson ordered with much excitement in his voice.

Shuffling his backside on the bed, trying to sit up straight and lean his back against the headboard, Clive looked up at his assistant and said.

"I don't have to tell you the rest! You know your job... you know how to take care of our clients and this business! Okay!"

Satisfied, that her boss had spoken so highly of her, making such a wonderful recommendation in the presences of others about her; expressing that he had such great confidence in her; made Francine felt as though she could fly. But, she also knew the other side of him and so she decided to place a restraining order on all the excitement and head swelling, she was having at the moment.

So, she looked at her boss and gave him a nod and a soft smile.

Looking at Whitney; Clive Wilson sternly said.

"Just listen to her... you are in good hands once you are with her; alright... no need to worry as of now because Francine will take very good care of you!"

Whitney and Ann were now quite happy that they hadn't had to go searching for another person to cut them a record deal. And with much humility, they thanked Clive Wilson for his willingness to go through this deal with them, and once again, he convince them that everything will be alright.

But, will everything ever be alright?

A very longtime had passed since they were in the hospital room visiting Clive before a doctors came to his room and said hello to the famous patient, he had helped operated on, less than twenty-four hours ago.

Seeing Clive Wilson in such very good shape after his surgery, the doctor had a very excellent prognosis for him. And soon, he was revealing to his patient that the hospital probably might hold him for another week before releasing him and sending him home. Because he seem to be doing quite well.

Hearing the wonderful news, Clive Wilson turned his face to his assistant and called her name in a very strict tone.

"Francine!"

He said.

"Please, make a note of that, and call Benjamin to come and get me when they grant me my discharge papers from here, so I can get back to work at once!"

He proceeded to say.

"I sure will, Sir!"

Francine replied.

Moments later, Clive Wilson and the attending physician were happily shaking hands over the fabulous news he had just delivered to him in his hospital room. After sharing with him such wonderful information, the doctor quickly left the room seeming quite elated about his patient's quick recovery.

However, no one in the room could leave Clive Wilson's hospital bedside, right then and there, especially, since it was getting pretty dark outside. And Benjamin, still hadn't shown up or called to say he was out in the hospital parking lot waiting for them, or on his way there but was running a bit late; but they trust that he would be there to get them.

But, would he ever return to pick them up?