The Boss of Amphibia

The alluring moonlight night was escaping its stretch while refreshing waft flowing through the horizons enjoyed a weather really pleasing and satisfying.

A luxury looking, cactus gray compact car was running on a sober speed covering the glassy roads. Those roads were lonely ones for not being the regular routes and the car was being managed with absolutely no destination.

At the board, a decent car phone holder was showing the screen where many serious-face gentlemen were interacting with one another. They all were being steered by the one who was steering the car as well.

"I don't care the production costs, I want the quality." Isaac Hayden, the boss of Amphibia Media, was speaking to his production department on a live meeting session. Sometimes he would be conducting those online commercial conferences even during midnight, depending upon the urgency of the topic.

Now, it was past twelve o'clock in night and he had to address the department for certain important things. It was the time when he was enjoying a peaceful long drive.

The meeting ran for half an hour, then he got off to mind the lively and relaxing night environment. This would the best part of his daily routine when he could use his thoughts to plan things better.

Like everyday, he spent over one hour in gym after closing the office and had taken himself out on those serene, lonely night roads, far away from the traffic of New York city.

After each hectic office day, he would like to increase his blood flow by daily night pleasure programme. And it would vary from date to date.

Some day it would be a lonely long drive, the other day it can be sitting in lawns with coffee and cegrett.

Sometimes it would be a resting, lucent walk along the beach, the other day it would be about enjoying a bonfire with a few friends or just lengthy meetings to plan strategies with his spy ring.

He would also like to be entertained with watching movies, reading, sports, wild safari, getting body message from the iron pumpers, or just taking his sister to shopping. His to-do list was a never ending one.

He could go swimming in sea, have boxing sessions with professionals, play the role of interviewer for his news portals, or anything extraordinary.

But the passion for which he breathed was to achieve new heights in business field. He didn't want to stop despite of attaining massive successes as young entrepreneur.

He was handsome, strong, passionate, intelligent, successful billionaire from New York and known far and wide. His social media accounts had millions of fan. Women would be ready to die any moment for his hot look. Men would be inspired from his extraordinary professional growth.

"Damn restful! No chumps on my table with headaches!" He was feeling such very types of notionswith a freakish smile on his compact lips surroundedby a well trimmed style beard.

Gentle breeze had allowed him to open all windows of the car and take long drive delight to the fullest. Roads were already deserted because he had journeyed almost far off the central areas. Street lights standing in rows seemed mesmerising from the front window.

He was driving very calmly, definitely because it was being his mental health session. There was a constant thought on his mind as how toovercome his rivals. Few media companies had started copying his conceptions; he had to tackle that issue.

He was famefully responsible for promoting social, political and public issues through his various digital and print news programmes. Pompous things and celebrity gossips were strictly abandoned from his publishing house.

Even while enjoying his own company, he was considering how his new launchings of digital products should do in the market.

Many competitors were spending money to hire high officials and celebrities to strengthen their market stand. For his name, he was just enough.Locals were crazy for his look and simplicity, in a way, his personality alone was his brand.

"Gosh! Isaac Hayden doesn't care of pseudo worms, he just wants to lead!" The essence of strong will and self confidence would ever make him worryless about opponents.

His tranquilizer moment was being awesome; suddenly an adverse blow hit everything disturbing his peace!

"Fucking blind!" In a flash he had shouted loathsomely. That unnecessarily done accident by a speedily dancing car on his left made him extremely enraged. He clearly perceived that the car was being totally careless which must be counted as a public crime!

The indifference of the car driver towards the victim made him even more frustrated. After hitting a pedestrian, that ill mannered driver didn't stop to find whether the person was alive or dead. It just got disappeared in the dark of night maintaining same bouncing speed.

He stopped and came near to see that delicate female figure. Dressed in a white midi wearing a Nike Hayward backpack, it was a young girl looking seriously wounded.

Blood was running from her head and extending to the rest of her body. She was not able to open her eyes or say anything because of too much pain.

She was moaning due to the injuries, her body laid flat with some blood on the ground.

He saw her sleeveless pinkish white arms badly bruised against the ground, it had caused the blood to feature on her skin surface.

Her knee length midi was turned upward, one of her beautifully shaped thighs showed a large cut; some edged part of the car might have slashed it.

He didn't have to watch her for longer time and at once realised what she needed. Without waiting for a second, he took her into his car. He even picked her backpack. Possibly her identity would be traced through it.Then he drove to the hospital with enough speed knowing it would be a long distance to find a good one around.

He didn't call ambulance service; he knew calling and waiting for them could be dangerous for that injured girl.

Who could knew it better than him how those public authorities were just lazy buffoons. They would take such matter just like some casual part of social aspects until it is related to their own families.

"Is she okay?" He asked the doctor who just came out of OR.

"I think she's fine, but there's much loss of blood due to both external and internal bleeding." Informed the doctor.

"Any bone fracture?" He further enquired like a very responsible person as he had been habited to take care of people and social environment.

"Yeah, one of her wrist is broken, rest she's okay." Replied the doctor with a serious face upon which he nodded positively.

"Inform doctor Martin when he's there that I've delivered this patient to be taken good care of. Formalities have been done and bill is paid. Inform me if any additional aid is required. I've notified the accident site to the police." He said and got ready to leave.

Just then, a young woman coming there with very sad visual emotions took his attention.

"Where is my friend?" She enquired in eagerness. He understood she might be there for the accident victim and felt contented.

The hospital staff might have her contact being aided of her backpack. They might have found this girl's number and informed about the accident.

"She's fine, don't worry!" He addressed the woman with enough courtesy and solace. She begin to mind his face as if was trying to remember his identity, after all he was already talked in news.

He didn't seem to be interested to get classified into any pinpoint list so prepared to leave saying, "Advise your friend not to have hiking on highways late night, take care."With a delicate face gesture, he pulled himself out from there.

"I must have seen this guy!" She thought, but couldn't find any clue right then. She shrugged off her shoulders and went to have talks with the doctor. She had to wait for almost two hours before she could see her friend in the patient room.

"Hey Linda, thank God you're here, I'm really tired of this bed!" The pretty looking girl, lying on hospital bed gave happy smiles, though wasn't in any healthy situation.

"Tired? You just now got into consciousness!" Linda stared the hospitalised girl in utter soreness.

"Whatever, let's go home." The injured girl pleaded in almost dead voice.

"You'll get home? No, at least not today, how did you hurt?" Linda McLean, the evergreen friend of that hospitalised girlsat down on the couch beside her motorised backrest bed.

The girl smiled at care feelings she got from her friend. "I called a super speed car to come and run over me!" She was being funny to enjoy her uninvited catastrophe. It was too bad to find herself in hospital specially when she was trying to find a good job.

"Ah..hush! Either explain me in a few words or keep yourself dead!" Linda indicated her typical annoyed eyes, she knew the patient needed rest.

"The bottomline is, I was returning from Brooklyn as I happened to be there for an interview. I had no will to stay there overnight. So I returned late night and found no taxi on the road, had to walk then...all of a sudden I was ached!" She explained in faint voice.

"When did you tell me you're gonna go to Brooklyn?" Linda asked in a very angry tone.

"I didn't, I knew you'd not like it." She had to admit her secret journey to Brooklyn, Linda would get mad if she ever talked about finding a workplace other than New York city.

"You'vebegun to hide things from me?" Linda broadened her big black eyes in surprise and rage.

"Don't make me scared, I'm already punished." She saw Linda with fake timidity.

"May God bless whoever helped." Linda's notions were afraid thinking ifshe wouldn't be detected injured on right time!

"I think he was a young man with a lovely height, I don't remember to see his face." She replied with no enough care as who he was, yet her tone was grateful to that stranger.

"Rest girl, let me find some apple juice for you, so you'll sleep well." Linda said touching her hand with love.

"No, I'm eating so much fatigue!" She made a face, this unhealthy condition made her collapsed.

"Don't do that, have to keep you healthy for a lucky guy!" Linda said casually then got up to look for the canteen.

Again, it was a busy start of the morning. Being the boss he had a vast number of concerns.. He had to manage a large body of workers with precise execution.

However, his dedicated staffwould work genuinely.He was said to be a great bossbecause of his care and responsibilities for his employees. There were plenty of reasons that he had more fans than enemies.

"Sir, here we're getting all possible support for our professional growth. We're paid great and have very smooth work environment."Newly appointed manager, Mr. Will said about his work experience when he asked to express his feelings.

"How did you start your journey of becoming a media giant?" During one of the interviews he was asked.

"I was a teenager boy when decided to start my personal website, Amphibia. I would like to share knowledge on social, scientific, geographic, video games things.. So, here you see, involving in digital technology and marketing at a small age is now being massively favourable." He had replied.

That website had made him a successful young billionaire, who owned a top-notch weekly print magazine selling millions of copies each month.

His digital media included hot running websites, news channels, YouTube channels and several other digital projects were being worked on.

He was yet digging for more; it had been his whim to win the fields. So he would be active each day with a full packed schedule.

"It is to announce that we are launching a new website which would share contents based on a sole topic of world space research. We're going to call it The Space Fact Finder." He declared his upcoming project in a small press conference at his own conference room.

After press meeting he advanced into his personal dining room. He looked at table filled with several types of vegetarian and non vegetarian foods with a bit of frustration.

"Do you have a variant menu?" He keenly looked the two servants who just had done the table for him.

"Your highness! We have that cassava cake as something new." One of the servant replied humbly pointing out towards a well covered white bowl.

"Take everything out; bring me just one litre of beatroot juice!" He ordered feeling his own type of appetite at the moment. The servants meekly served what he wanted.

"Oops!" His eyes fluctuated a few times when he was adding black pepper powder into the juice which was looking no less than fresh blood in the glass. His mind suddenly recalled the last night which he had completely forgotten due to following his daily mayhem of work schedule.

The scene got refreshed in front of his eyes lifting a stranger girl in his arms to provide quick first aid. He yet again marvelled over those perfectly shaped glassy arms and legs.

Beauty is everywhere and very cheap even, he doesn't fall for anything low in rank. If anything should attract you, it has to be character and quality.

His mind actually got weird to realise he was drawn to feel cognizant about winsomeness that cute physique of her showed.

"My nuts were blown to pick her up!" He jeered remembering how she had an ideal body shape, yet was enough in weight.

He felt a need to get updated on her health condition. It wasn't because he was too kind, he didn't understand what it was! But then his brain turned on arguments.

"Isaac Hayden is too busy to think about road accidents happening everyday and everywhere!" He resisted his will. He gave whatever assistance she required, that's over now. He took her to hospital, she was declared safe, even her buddy was informed of her. There's nothing more he could or he should do any way!

What a confusion, just again her badly injured condition caught his attention! He stopped fighting any more. It must be onlyhumanity urge if he gets to know how she's doing. She's nothing special just because her body is attractive. Additionally, it wouldn't be ever possible that a woman conquers him!

He circled his palm on his well built face as a sign of easing himself thinking, "Mrs. Richards is there at Spigot for copyright things." He had sent his head of external affairs, Mrs. Kim Richards in whereabouts of that hospital.

"Mrs. Richards, you need to visit Divine Way Hospital and meet Dr. Martin Fletcher. Get the study if the girl taken there last night is doing fine; see if she needs any further help." He assigned the order on a phone call and Mrs. Richards responded in affirmation.