Holding On To A Promise

Chapter Twenty Four

Metin paced the floor of his office. He knew if he didn't at least try to make Sanem see the man that Can really was she would make the biggest mistake of her life. He had seen this behavior from Can since they were in school together, always after the prize that he didn't even want, it was just the chase that excited him. Metin was sure that Sanem was nothing more than one of those prizes, another ring on his belt so to speak. He grabbed his phone, a simple call, a favor from a friend and that could be all it would take to make her see what really mattered to Can Divit.

" Stephen, hello my friend, It's Metin. How are you?" Metin asked, ready to set his plan into action. " Are you still looking for a photographer for your new office in Indonesia, if so I have the perfect one for you. I have an old friend that I haven't seen in years that is need of a job, you know me, always ready to help." He boasted, explaining how he knew this world famous photographer. " Yes, it's Can Divit, you have heard of him right. Well he's in between jobs and could really use the work. His personal life was hit a snag and he needs to get away from Istanbul, if you know what I mean." Stephen jumped at the chance, " Absolutely my friend, to have Can Divit on our team would for sure make our new magazine one of the top in the world. And he's desperate for work you say?"  Metin smiled slightly, " I think he needs to get away more than anything, but yes he wants the work. But you can't let him know that I called you for this favor, you know he wouldn't like it if he knew I was behind the job offer, you do understand don't you." Metin gave Stephen the phone number, suggesting he call as soon as possible, before he got another job offer....

Metin stared out the window, knowing he had done the right thing. Sanem didn't need the hurt anymore, the sooner she saw the truth the better. Now just wait, he thought, he knew that Stephen would call immediately, so Cans decision to take the job could be as soon as tomorrow. And he would be there to watch Sanem fall apart again, but this time he would be first in line to pick up all those pieces and help her mend. If she would just let herself go, she could get over Can Divit. 

Stephen couldn't believe the luck, Can Divit could possibly be on the staff of their new magazine. It was a little late In the day but if he didn't call now to offer him the job, it just might be too late. He put in the number that Metin gave him and waited for the answer. " Hello, how May I how may I help you." Can asked as he answered the phone.  " Mr. Divit, so pleased to speak to you, I'm Stephen Rocco with The Point Magazine in Naples, Italy, have you heard of it? Can thought for a second, " Yes, I believe I have, it's a rather new publication right." He replied, wondering why this man was calling him. Just the thought that Can Divit would know of their magazine excited him, " Yes, it is but it's moving up and expanding, that's why I'm calling you. We are opening an office in Indonesia and we need a photographer/ manager for the new location. We couldn't think of anyone more qualified or fitted for the job than you. You would have full run of the magazine, you would hire the staff and also setup the photo opportunities. The magazine has been making strides in the field of visibly opening up the need of aid to these countries that are struggling to survive." Stephen stated, proud of what his magazine had accomplished. 

Can listened to what Mr. Rocco had to say, but still wondering why he had called him. How did he know that he wasn't on a job somewhere, what or who gave him the idea that he wanted work. " Mr. Rocco, I'm flattered that you would think of me to head your new office, but I'm not looking for photography work, or any work that will take me away from Istanbul at this time. My family business of advertising has my interest right now, so with my apologies I will have to decline your offer." Can replied, making his answer as firm as possible. After Mr. Rocco tried to sweeten the offer with a hefty salary, and many perks, he realized that Can Divit wasn't about to leave Istanbul, not for any reason, " Well Mr. Divit, it has been a pleasure to speak to you, I'm sorry that we couldn't come to an agreement, but I was under the impression that you wanted a job that would take you out of Istanbul. But I can see that is not the case. If you are ever in need of work that would take you away, just give me a call." 

Can stared blankly at his phone after he hung up from the call. " How did that man get my number," He said out loud, " and why would he think that I would want a job."  That was the strangest call he had, just out of the blue like that, it was like someone had told him to call. He shook his head, dismissing the call as a waste of time. The thought of leaving Istanbul made him nervous, he had promised Sanem that he would never leave again, it didn't even sound alluring to pack up and take off somewhere in the unknown. His thoughts turned to Sanem, this was the only place he wanted to be, this was where his heart was. He smiled, taking his drink and walking out to sit under the stars. He was already planning the moment that he would show up at her house with flowers and candy to ask for her hand. It was turning like a movie in his mind, the placing of the rings on their fingers, the cutting of the ribbon, the thoughts of being one step closer to having Sanem as his wife had filled his body with desire.

Metin was sitting in his office, starting out the window. The lights of Istanbul had always been a sight to behold,  he thought, as he wondered if his friend had already places that call to Can. He just knew that Can would jump at the chance to head a new magazine office, traveling to new places had always been what Can was all about. He smiled, remembering all the times that Can would appear back home, just out of no where, surprising his Dad. The many times his Dad would beg him to stay just for a while, but Can couldn't. He always said that being in Istanbul for any length of time made him sick. That feeling of relief had settled over him, he was sure that Can was already packing to leave, and he would be the one there to comfort Sanem. She would fall apart once again, maybe even go into a depression, but Metin would be there......

He hated to be the one to show her what the real Can Divit was like....

But better now than later.......either way, Metin intended to get her through it.....