Gilbert

I spectate a pool of blood and a figure abandoned in front of me. Horror feeds through my every diminutive region.

My ears keep ringing with a familiar voice, "Gilbert, run ...". "Run away". Every day I keep waking up to this voice for the past sixteen years. "It's 3 a.m.", I said.

As usual, I mount from the mattress and take a cold shower. So cold the water penetrates deep under the coatings of the skin. It rinses away all my loneliness.

All these years I have infused my time in building an enterprise- 'Avanti'. it has been leading in all aspects and is famous in Russia. While I was in Italy I overheard someone uttering it and named my company after it. It directly means 'moving forward'.

I got in the car and received a greeting from Ivan, my bodyguard. " Good morning," he said in a husky tone. I responded with silence.

On my way, I stopped at a cafe and got myself a good old americano.

As I was passing, I bumped into a girl and shunned her.

I heard a low growl. "Asshole", I glanced back at the remark.

All these years no one had the guts to call me out. I retorted, "What did you just say? "

"So you can hear, I thought you were mute since you shunned me in the most insulted way without batting an eye", she said.

All I glanced at in front of me was a girl. Not drop-dead gorgeous but a fresh face like the girl next door. Her hazel eyes with a hint of gold and long waves covered her shoulders and hips. Hand-filled with sketches. Probably from an Indian origin.

I glare at her and it makes her flinch. Without saying anything I return to the car awestruck by her beauty.

I ask Chris who has been my secretary for 7 years, "Investigate her".

"Who?", asked Chris in an eager tone.

I pointed to the girl from the car.

Chris grinning at me said, " You wanna nail her?".

I raised an eyebrow, and it was enough to shut him up.