Murat is shocked, " Really Emre, how could you stoop so low as to get Hayat to steal my designs, and Hayat, how could she, how could she bring my designs to you? She would never do that! Emre, how did you manage to get this, tell me the truth now, or else you will pay heavily, I'll see that you rot in prison for this, you will be finished Emre!" Murat says thru clenched teeth. And then it hits him, the feeling of being deceived, the feeling of someone betray your trust, of losing the person you put on a mantle and worshipped, of what it feels like when the most important person in your life lets you down, he realizes then what the pictures must have done to Hayat, how his silly ego must have destroyed her self-confidence and pride. And then another thought crosses his mind, just like the pictures did not depict the true scenario, there could be a particularly good explanation to the dress being there, and that he should not jump to any conclusion. Wouldn't he be committing the same mistake as Hayat?
As if reading his thoughts Emre intervenes and says "Relax Murat, don't let that imagination run wild, this is exactly why I have called you, and please Hayat has no idea about this design, she has never once discussed or shared any information about you or your designs, she is a very honest, sincere and loyal person, just as I trust her to not discuss my designs with you, I know you can trust her to not share any information about your designs"
Although Murat already knew that it was not Hayat, he asks, "Then how...." Murat lets his voice trail, confused as to how the designs reached Emre, only Emir, Cagla andd he had access to the designs, he knew Emir would not jeopardize his own show, which meant Cagla.... it would have to be Cagla...it all fit in, she had been waiting to get her revenge, she had told him directly that he would pay a price for rejecting her, this was it, this was payback. And what a perfect revenge it would be, humiliating him on such a huge platform, Murat would be written off as another wanna be designer with no talent.
"Cagla is the mole in your organization Murat, not Hayat! I will not use this design in my collection, I just wanted you to be aware of this, I wanted you to know that the person who has betrayed you is none other than Cagla!"
Murat is ashamed that he could doubt Hayat's loyalty, even for a second, "I want you to use this design Emre, I want you to present this dress on the show tonight, this is the only way we can stop this woman from wreaking havoc in all our lives, I want this scandal to happen so that Emir and everyone in the fashion industry know Cagla for who she is, I'll make sure that you won't be affected, Emir will personally take care of Cagla, she will lose his trust and he will ensure the end of her professional career. Use the design Emre!" insists Murat.
"But what about your showstopper?" asks a concerned Emre.
"Already took care of it" says Murat with a renewed confidence. this would be the end of Cagla and her shenanigans, thinks a relieved Murat.
Hayat realizes that she has been walking aimlessly and finds herself by the cafeteria, she is unable to focus on anything, her mind just replaying what had happened a while back in Murat's dressing room. The dress was beautiful as expected, she already was aware of Murat's talent and did not need any proof, but he had outdone himself with the dress and that he would design it for her when he had so many things going on in his mind, that he would think of her at a time when he had to prove his worth, gave her an insight as to what she meant to him. She stops at the cafeteria and sits down at an empty table. Try as she might, her heart could not believe that Murat would deceive her, there had to be an explanation to the picture, what if nothing happened after that kiss, what if it was really a mistake, Cagla was a known enticer, she would be a fool to lose Murat on the basis of a suspicion, no she would give him another chance, she arrives at a decision, feeling elated with the burden of the decision out of her way, she walks towards the dressing rooms, her feet lighter, a smile on her lips, her heart skipping a beat.
Emre and Murat shake hands on their deal and a relieved Murat comes out of Emre's dressing room and bumps straight into Hayat walking in. Giving her a bone crushing hug, he murmurs into her hair, "There you are my beautiful wife, I was looking for you, we can leave if you are all done."

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The Business Trip Part 2
FanfictionHi, this is a continuation of The Business Trip by Hiddenwriter, since she has not updated in a long time and being a huge fan of HayMur from Ask Laftan Alnamaz, I decided to continue the story, this is entirely my take and if the author wishes to c...