The Business Trip Part 2

Conscience

Hayat is unable to move, he was too close to her, too close for comfort, his breath on her neck. Had she heard him correctly? He wanted her to wear it to the show tonight? She turns around to face him and before she can protest, he puts a hand to her mouth and says, "Just this once, Hayat, please don't argue, I have designed this only with you in mind, consider it as a small token of my appreciation for the beautiful gift you will be giving me" he pleads, moving his other hand to her protruding belly, and that very instant he feels the baby kick,  giving a stamp of approval to his words, "see, she wants you to listen to me too, please Hayat, don't refuse. There are two designers showcasing after Emre's collection, you will have enough time to change into this dress before we go on the ramp", he persists. Hayat does not know what to say, unable to break his heart, confused even more at the person she was staring at in front of her, could this be the same person who deceived her to bed Cagla? Could it be possible that he could lie so nonchalantly, without any qualms, could he change colors so easily like a chameleon? Who should she trust, this person standing in front of her, or Cagla who had so much to lose by spreading this lie, this loving father to be and husband or the deceiving person in the picture, kissing another woman behind her back? She walks out of the room, in a trance, Murat's pleas fading into the distance as Hayat is lost in her thoughts, tears trickling down her cheeks, more confused than she had ever been, feeling lonelier than she ever felt, her mind forcing her to believe in the evidence she had and her heart begging her to see beyond it.

Murat is not sure whether she had agreed or not, but he had decided, he would not give up, the rehearsals continue with some glitches, but in the end, Murat smoothens all the rough edges and the girls are ready to rock the show. However, the one thing that was on everyone's mind was the showstopper.

Cagla was oblivious to the changes that had been made by Murat and Emir, she was still under the impression that she would be wearing the dress that she had given Emre, she couldn't wait for the evening to unfold. She could visualize the look on Murat's face as Emre's model would walk down the ramp wearing Murat's design. Ah! what a moment, she thinks to herself, she would give anything to see a defeated and shamed Murat, she could taste revenge and it sure was sweet!

Meanwhile, Emre was in a huge dilemma, his old self pushing him to use the design and make the best of it, while the revamped new Emre, who had decided to tread the path of honesty and righteousness, was making him hold back and rethink his decision. He would stand to lose everything he had fought for; Emre could also be jailed and most importantly he would surely lose Hayat's trust which he had gained with a lot of difficulty. After some contemplation, he arrives at a decision. He picks up the phone, "Could you meet me in 10 minutes, I have something very important to discuss, and Murat, please don't mention anything about this to Hayat."

Murat is intrigued by Emre's call, what could Emre want to discuss with him and at this hour, the show was in a few hours, well, Emre had been kind enough to employ Hayat in his absence, this was the least he could do in return.

He reaches Emre's dressing room, and slowly enters it, and right in front of him on display, he sees something familiar, the dress that he had designed for the showstopper, it was the exact same design, color, material, cuts, every detail was exactly the way Murat had designed it. "What the hell, Emre? That is my design, what is it doing in your collection?"