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.