Chapter 4 Little ill-mannered Girl

NEIL'S POV

It was exactly five in the morning. The entire villa was wrapped in deep silence. From somewhere far away, only the faint rustling of the wind could be heard.

I was standing on the balcony of my room, both my hands firmly gripping the iron railing. The cold air brushed against my sweat-drenched face, yet that chill had no effect on my restless heart.

My eyes were closed, and my mind as if it were replaying an old film reel. Scattered memories, incomplete images, and in the middle of it all, someone’s moaning, someone’s voice, so close, as if it were right beside me.

But the face, As always, blurred, The more I tried to see it clearly, the more indistinct it became.

Suddenly my heart started pounding violently, as if it would burst out of my chest. The uneasiness grew so intense that I jerked my eyes open, Taking a deep breath, I looked down toward the garden. It was dark, but under the garden lights, the trees and plants looked like silent shadows.

My face was soaked with sweat, I wiped it with both my hands and, without thinking, walked straight back into the room.

Near the bed, I picked up a towel and went into the bathroom, Within moments, I was standing under the shower. The water poured down forcefully, as if trying to suppress the noise raging inside my mind.

My eyes closed again, both hands pressed against the wall and countless questions raced through my head all at once.

I began muttering to myself “Who are you, really? You came so close to me and then went so far away, I can still feel your presence even today, your fragrance, one I cannot forget no matter how hard I try.”

A storm of anger and frustration rose within me.

And the very next moment, I punched the wall with full force.

My hand slipped and struck the mirror, Along with the glass, my skin tore open, and blood began to flow, For a few seconds, I simply stared at it.

After a while, I washed my hand, wrapped it with a towel, and pulled myself together, Then I started getting ready.

A white shirt, black pants, and over them, a perfectly fitted black blazer, The wound on my hand had stopped bleeding, but the mark remained, just like the marks life had left on me.

I stepped out of the room, As soon as I entered the corridor, the guards standing outside saluted me, I put on my black goggles and, without stopping, walked toward the dining table.

Before I arrived, hot breakfast had already been served, I glanced at my watch time was short.

Without speaking to anyone, I quickly finished eating and walked straight out of the villa.

The guards standing near my car immediately opened the door, I sat inside, and the driver drove off.

After some time, the car stopped in front of the office, I got out, The moment I entered the building, everyone stood up.

I paid attention to no one, My face, as always, was expressionless, I headed straight toward the elevator.

The elevator doors closed and a few seconds later, they opened on the top floor.

I stepped out and entered my cabin, I walked to my king chair and sat down the chair that bore witness to my power, my position, and my loneliness.

Just then, emails containing reports from workers and departments began appearing on my phone, I started checking them, my eyes fixed on the screen.

Suddenly, an odd sensation washes over me, as if someone is staring at me intensely.

I lift my eyes and look around my cabin, but there is no one there, Only the silence of my office and the soft hum of the air conditioner.

I steady myself and return to checking my emails, But the very next moment that feeling comes back again.

As if someone is watching my every move, I look around once more, yet again, there is no one.

Irritation begins to rise inside me, I push myself up from the chair, walk straight to the cabin door, and pull it open.

I scan the corridor outside, left… right… but there is no one there either.

I’m standing between anger and confusion

when suddenly I feel something near my feet.

As if someone has touched the lower part of my pants, I look down in surprise and for a moment, my breath catches.

Standing in front of me is a tiny little girl, barely two years old, She is looking up at me with her big, round, chubby eyes, The color of her eyes is green, just like mine.

She looks at me with an innocent smile, her tiny little teeth visible, and then she stretches out her small hand toward me, as if she wants to hold on to me.

I stare at her with a mix of confusion and irritation, Then I look around again no adults, no staff member, no guardian, no one at all.

I mutter angrily to myself, “Whose daughter is this? How did such a small child come here?”

I feel my anger rising, because I don’t like children at all, In a stern voice, I say, “Hey girl, what are you doing here? Don’t you know this is my cabin? Go away, go to your parents.”

The little girl looks at me as if she’s about to cry.

Her eyes fill with tears, Suddenly, in frustration, she hits my leg with her tiny hands.

My anger flares even more, I push her slightly back with my foot and snap, “You girl, stay within your limits.”

She can’t bear it, Her legs wobble, and she falls right there on the floor.

The next moment, she starts crying loudly.

Her tears roll down her chubby cheeks.

Just then, a bodyguard steps forward and says, “Sir, I think she’s a staff member’s daughter.”

I shout angrily, “Then pick her up! I want to see whose daughter is so ill-mannered.”

The bodyguard lifts the girl into his arms.

She keeps crying, still looking at me.

Fuming, I head toward the elevator and come straight down to another floor, The bodyguard follows behind me with the child.

Reaching the second floor, I shout loudly, “Who are this girl’s parents?!”

The entire floor falls silent, Everyone looks at me and stands up immediately.

Just then, a young woman comes running, She’s wearing a black top and jeans, I look closely and recognize her.

She’s the same woman who came to me yesterday asking for money, She stops in front of me and says in a trembling voice, “I’m sorry, sir she’s my daughter, I don’t know how she went upstairs.”

My anger intensifies.

I yell, “If you can’t take care of a child,

then why did you give birth to her?!

And remember this, I don’t want to see her in this office again, Leave her at home from now on.”

Wiping her tears, she replies, “Sir she can’t stay home alone.”

I snap sharply, “Then leave her with her father.

But I don’t want to see her here again.”

In a shaking voice, she quickly says, “Sir… she has no one except me.”

Hearing this, I look at her in surprise for a moment.

She quickly lifts her tiny daughter into her arms

and says with tear-filled eyes, “You won’t get a chance to complain again, sir, I’ll take complete care of her.”

I bark an order angrily, “Come to my cabin right now.”

She stares at me in shock, And I, without waiting for her reply, step back into the elevator and head toward my cabin again.

TO BE COUNTINUE...!!!

What am I going to do now with that girl?