Hang On Tight

PART 4.

Never underestimate the fury of a scorned woman. Moreover, never cross a scorned woman.

My first day in my new job began unexpectedly well- Thankfully, Can Bey was away from the office covering important meetings with potential clients.
"Another murder case" few of the interns murmured.
I sat down at the desk inside his office, sorting out a huge pile of paperwork in front of me, when the phone on my desk suddenly rang.
"Mrs. Melis you have a delivery." The voice on the other end of the line announced.
"Hmmm... A delivery for me?" I asked surprised. Who could possibly be sending me anything? It's my first day here, I thought.
"I'm sending him in." The voice said.
Before I even hung up, a delivery guy marched into Can Bey's office carrying a shiny black rectangular box neatly tied with a white satin ribbon. Fancy like nothing I've ever seen before.
I signed the receipt and tipped the guy, anxiously waiting to open the mysterious box. Inside, were three perfect long stemmed white roses accompanied by a little yellow note:

Glad to have you with us.
Best of luck,
C.Y.

I was both shocked and happy. I've never gotten a special delivery of flowers, let alone white roses... It took me a moment to realize that the flowers were actually sent from Can Bey.
What an unpredictable man, I thought. First he kicks me out of his office completely humiliating me; then he hires me without even waiting for my response, and now these flowers. I didn't know what to make out of his gesture. Was it kindness? Was he trying to apologize for his rude behavior on the first time we've met? Just then, Derya stepped into the office and looked at me, visibly irritated.
"Nice flowers." She uttered in dismay.
"Thank you." I replied as she stepped closer and closer to me.
"Know your place here secretary Melis. Can Bey gets tired of his secretaries every other day, just keep that in mind." She continued.
"What do you mean by that? I'm not sure I'm following you Ms. Derya." I said.
"I think you fully understand. Know your place. Simple as that." She said as she took the note out of the box, quickly skimming through it sarcastically chuckling.
"Classic." She said under her breath and crumbled the note, tossing it in the small metal waste-can next to my desk.

"What the hell is Derya's problem with me?" I asked Asli, one of the interns I've met in the office as we sat for lunch in the small cafeteria in the building.
"Oh, ignore her Melis. She is just jealous." She replied.
"Jealous of what? It's my first day in the office." I responded.
"You are another competition for her. You see, she is trying to win Can Bey's heart. Little does she know, Can Bey doesn't have a heart!" She giggled.
"Are they together?" I asked. I saw her the day before stepping out of his office looking like a mess, but I didn't make much of it.
"If you call frequent blowjobs under his table 'being together', then I guess you could say that they're together. Can Bey is not the type of man to date anyone. He is all about work, no time for love games, no time for emotions. I've never seen him dating anyone, and I've been working here for ages. He is very private about his personal affairs, and other than occasional gossipy rumors about him having one night stands, nobody knows a single thing about his personal life." Asli said.
"Interesting." I scratched my forhead and took a small bite from my fancy quinoa guacamole salad. Even the food here looked like it came straight out of a culinary magazine cover. Perfection at its finest.

The next few days in the office were quite ordinary, I was slowly transitioning into the role of being Can Bey's secretary, attempting to keep everything in his office up to his unattainable standard, from neatly organizing his folders by height, to highlighting his appointments on his calendar with a yellow marker. Any other color was simply unacceptable.
It's been four whole days and he still hasn't stepped into the office, our phone calls were short and to the point: him giving commands, as I'm nodding to myself as if he could see me. I was actually happy about his absence, something about him irked me. After learning about him messing around with Derya, I despised him even more.
As much as I couldn't stand Derya and her bitchy antics, I couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor soul. Apparently he's been fucking her on and off for the past 4 years, no strings attached. And the true sad part about it was that she really believed he had feelings for her. In her delusional mind, she saw herself becoming his wife, the most envied socialite she so desperately wanted to be.

Men like Can Bey don't marry. Men like Can Bey don't fall in love. Men like Can Bey are predators. I hate him. I don't know him, but I hate him.

On my last day of work for the week, right as I was about to turn off my computer and head out of the office, I got an email:

Hello Melis,

On Monday we will be meeting at the airport at 7:00 am sharp.
Bring nothing but your laptop, we have an important meeting out of town.

C.Y.

I was struck by his matter-of-fact attitude. My contract never mentioned anything about traveling! Or maybe it did? There were so many clauses and provisions in that ridiculous contract I must have skipped that part...
And where are we even flying to? Why do I have to come with him? My God, Demir isn't going to like this idea at all. I never went anywhere without him.
I turned off my computer and grabbed my bag. I have the whole weekend to figure out a way to make Demir accept this business trip. I didn't want to lose my job after only one week. The sense of independence was kind of appealing to me and I intended on keeping it for as long as I possibly could, and the pay wasn't bad either.

For the entire weekend I've been the best wife I could possibly be: I cooked, I cleaned, I went out of my way in the bedroom (meaning I grunted and moaned even louder than I usually do), and on Saturday night as we were clearing up the table after dinner I dropped the bomb:
"I have to travel on Monday out of town for a business meeting." I quietly said, waiting for his response.
"Travel where? Who's going?" He asked suspiciously.
"I'm not sure where to. It's a short business trip I'm going with Ms. Melis, the firm's manager." I lied.
I don't know what made me lie, but I did and I didn't even feel bad about it.
To my surprise, Demir shrugged his shoulders and went on to putting the dirty dishes in the dishwasher.

Phew. That was easy.