We're going to pretend Serkan didn't give his office to Babaanne. ;)
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Eda
"Eda," Erdem said, perching on the desk next to mine, "Where is Serkan? I haven't seen him all day."
I didn't even look up at him. I had so much to do and I didn't have time for one of Erdem's ridiculous conversations. "He's not here."
"Oh." He just stood there looking at me, and I tried my best to pretend he wasn't there. That was easier said than done, though; he wasn't that easy to get rid of. "What are you doing?"
"I'm working, Erdem."
"On what?" he asked, picking up my ruler and attempting to balance it on his index finger. It fell, of course, and clattered right into the middle of my sketch, making my pencil slip.
"Erdem!" My eyes widened in disbelief at the mess I'd made of my drawing--he could be so frustratingly annoying sometimes! Erdem flinched at the sharpness of my tone. "I told you I'm working. What is it that you want?"
He shrunk away from me. "I'm sorry, Edacım. I'm just bored." He looked at me with those big, weepy eyes and I felt bad for yelling at him.
I sighed heavily. "I'm sorry I yelled at you, Erdem. I just don't have time to talk right now, okay?"
Without waiting for a response from him, I picked up my supplies and stalked out of the common work area with purpose, looking for somewhere quiet to work. But where? I needed somewhere private, where I wouldn't be interrupted.
I remembered that Serkan was out visiting a construction site and his office was empty. He wouldn't be back for at least an hour and I was sure he wouldn't mind.
I opened the door to his office and it was blissfully quiet. I walked across the room and sat in his big, cushy executive chair. I grinned, satisfied with my new work space. "So much better."
I closed his laptop to move it out of the way, and a framed photo caught my eye. I picked it up to look at it; it was the picture of Serkan and me from our first engagement--the one he'd kept tucked in the pages of his book. "Yaaaa, my sentimental robot." I hugged the frame to my chest and smiled like a fool. I loved him so much I felt like there wasn't enough room in my heart to hold it all. I traced his face with my finger and kissed the picture before putting it back in its place.
I sighed happily and unrolled my sketch and smoothed it out over the desk. I put my earbuds in, and pushed play on my favorite playlist, then I picked up my pencil and my hand just started moving of its own accord; I was completely in the creative zone.
Serkan
"Leyla, where is Eda?" It was the first thing I said when I got back to the office, because she was the first person I wanted to see. I wondered if it would always be like this--if I'd always miss her after just being away from her for a few hours. I supposed she might choose to work for a different company after she graduated, and I had promised myself I wouldn't object, but I'd miss her like crazy if she left Art Life.
"Oh, hi, Serkan bey. I'm not sure...she was working at her desk, but she took her work with her and left a while ago."
"Hmm. Okay."
"I'll let her know you're looking for her if I see her."
"Thank you, Leyla." Where could she be? She hadn't left without telling me, had she? Maybe she was just at lunch with the girls.
I walked up the stairs to my office, and when I opened the door, I saw her sitting at my desk, her earbuds in her ears, singing softly to herself while she drew. She looked so comfortable and so focused. I loved watching her draw. Her talent was incredibly sexy. I smiled at the picture she made: her head tilted to the side, her hair falling over one shoulder, her pencil gliding across the paper expertly.
