Chapter 7

Five years later…

Gilbert POV

It was Monday morning, a hectic day to kick off with the day's work. I knocked at the president's office door and waited for a 'come in' order.

“Come in," he unlocked the door letting me in. He had a habit of locking his office door to prevent any form of barging in. Which no one in their right senses would attempt to do.

“Mr. President the famous singer we are supposed to sign a contract with is nearly in the city. I mean jazz the Caribbean star. I got info that the flight would be landing in the next forty five minutes," I informed him.

He kept his work aside and thought for a while.

“Jazz, is the contract ready for her to sign?,"

“Yes, I have prepared it. The time for the meeting has been scheduled on Friday this week",

“And the meeting setting?," He asked. It was rare to have seen a business partner who demanded for a particular meeting setting. But I won't say much because the woman we are talking about is a fast growing star. Any company would do an