♦Gurur Ve Önyargi♦

Chapter- 8

CAN

Boarding the plane I sit beside Emre who takes a magazine from the section before his seat when I ask more to myself than him, "Have I made haste in coming to the conclusion? Is it right to trust somebody whom we didn't even meet? Nazmiya Aydin. Interesting name. But how efficient could this lady be to satisfy the market?"

"Hola, Abi!" Emre squeezes my shoulder as he says, "Why are you getting so much critical? Didn't you just tell me yesterday how confidant you are about this project? Then, what's the matter with you now?"

"Actually, I thought a lot about your words which made me doubt my own decision," I confess.

"Really?" He chuckles, then starts again, "Since when the great Can Divit started to have a suspicion about his own judgment after hearing someone less inexperienced  than him, which is me?"  

"Emre!" I get annoyed and he laughs casually when the flight starts its engine.

"Fine, let's come to the point." He proceeds "what is biting you so much, Abi?"

"I am not getting any hand but there is something to worry about which is perhaps not related to this deal but something else that is triggering me not to keep my feet in Antalya," I explain yet I think he does not understand any of my words.

"Oh!" Emre pauses to think a bit then responds with another enquiry, "Are you sure, Abi, that you are not nervous?"

Twisting my lips I shrug as I say, "I am can never be more sure. What's the matter if I am?"

He curls his lips like a sickle to procure an evil smile when he mumbles, "Aye! Boy, you are whacked!  You are gone! Tell me, who did this to you? Who brings you this equilibrium?"

"What?" I literally do not understand any of his statements, "are you out of your mind? Come to your sense, Emre. What are you even talking about?"

"Abi, I think you are in love. That's why you are getting nervous without any reason." He clips doubly infuriating me.

"Rubbish! Shut up, Emre. Here I am talking with you to figure out whether I am right or not in this haphazard decision of coalition with the Bio Fruits. There you are weaving a ridiculous fantasy about which I do not have any clue."

"Okay. Alright. My fault." Holding up his hands he gives in with a chortle as he implores, "Don't take me wrong but  I was just checking out your symptoms. To be honest, I have been doing this for a long time. Since the moment Osman came and gave you the sample." I frown at him in confusion as he continues, "Oh, boy, don't give me this look. Believe me or not I couldn't help it. Better say, your behaviour propelled me every time to think that you have grown something— awe or admiration whatever it is— about the Bio Fruits!"

"What an absurdity, Emre? Insane you are, I must say!" I ground out.

"No, Abi, at first listen to me very carefully." He cuts off "Do you remember your reaction when Osman, while having a natural discussion about recent days business field, first referred us that the firms like Bio Fruits could prove to be an immense industry if they are given that chance. Being a student of Economics he has the depth to understand the means. We knew about his excellence and that's why we selected him as our senior secretary from an intern.

" But that day you ignored his statement because none of us was sure what the hell Bio Fruits is. I was enthusiastic to know, so I asked him further. Then he explained though he was a bit offended by your behaviour. After he went away, you told me that Osman was biased as his fiance, Deren, is partially connected to the organisation for her friends are its actual owners. You doubted that Osman was persuaded to have a positive mind about this recently founded company but when, the next day, he brought the sample on my request, you were the one who lost the mind.