Chapter 5 - Bloody Fist

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   It's been a week since I started working as Mr. Urgancıoğlu's personal assistant. Finally I got the hang of doing multiple things at one time. Typing, while scheduling a meeting; dictating, while processing incoming fax sheets; and so many other things have been keeping me on my toes this past week. Mr. Urgancıoğlu is a fairly decent boss. Not much different from any other I guess, except when it comes to his bank account and life style. Aside from that though, he is a pretty simple man. Today is the beginning of day two. What makes today nerve-wracking for me though is that I have to attend an investors meeting with Mr. Urgancıoğlu. It will be the first meeting I have ever attended in my life. Please God, just keep me from doing anything wrong. When I walk into Mr. Urgancıoğlu's office, he looks up at me and tells me good morning, as he does every day. I wish him a good morning in return as I sit down in one of the cushiony chairs in front of his desk. "If I may ask Mr. Urgancıoğlu, what exactly am I supposed to do at the meeting today?" I ask with hesitation. I'm nervous to ask, because I feel like I should know why, but heck, not everyone is perfect ok! He continues to shuffle through his papers as he says, "Just take notes on anything concerning price points and contract terms and agreements." I nod my head and make a reminder to myself on my tablet. As I stand to leave, he suddenly asks, "Are you getting well adjusted to your job and coworkers?" To be honest, I haven't really socialized with any of my fellow coworkers. I'm so busy during the day, that by the time I get off, I just want to go home and sleep. I turn around and answer, "Yes, I am getting adjusted to my job, but no, I have not really gotten to know any of the other workers here." He nods his head, before signaling that I can go. About an hour later, one of the other workers comes in and tells me that the investors are here for the meeting. I nod to her, before notifying Mr. Urgancıoğlu through the intercom. Soon after, he walks out of his office with some papers. I quickly pick up my pen and tablet and head out to one of the conference rooms with him. On our way, we are accompanied by another woman, her name is Mrs. Haziran, and she is a part of the foreign relations department of the company. Basically, she and her team process and translate all documents and payments received from the out of country consumers. However, as the head, she also attends official meetings which require translators. When we walk in, there are three men seated at the far end of the table. A very elderly gentleman at the head, a slightly younger gentleman to his right, and man around my age to his left. Mr. Urgancıoğlu sits down and begins to talk to the men at the other end of the table as Mrs. Haziran translates. He focuses his attention more towards the two elderly men rather than the younger man. I soon realize that the other man is simply another translator, which is why Mr. Urgancıoğlu does not speak to him. The meeting goes smoothly for the first thirty minutes, as Mr. Urgancıoğlu discusses things that are far above my pay grade to even try to understand. My notes are just a hodge podge of numbers and words. I am so caught up in ostracizing my notes that I am startled when I hear the loud noise of a hand bang the table. Looking towards the noise, I see the elderly man at the head of the table looking angrily at Mr. Urgancıoğlu and speaking harshly. It doesn't take a genius to realize that this man is clearly not happy with something concerning the possible contract agreement. Looking towards Mr. Urgancıoğlu, I see he is looking sternly back at the man, his jaw clenched and his lips tensed. Mrs. Haziran does not even have time to translate what the man said to Mr. Urgancıoğlu, as the three men stand up abruptly and walk out of the room. The three of us sit in silence for a while, before Mr. Urgancıoğlu stands up, straightens his suit, and walks out the room. I am still shocked by the sudden excitement that just occurred, but Mrs. Haziran seems immune to it and simply says, "I think you'd better go back to your office, before you make him even angrier by your absence." I quickly gather up my things and rush back towards my office. When I get there, the blinds that are usually open in the window to Mr. Urgancıoğlu's office are now closed. Quietly, I make my way to my desk, when I suddenly hear a loud crashing sound in Mr. Urgancıoğlu's office. Worried, I open up the door and see him standing there with the knuckles of his right hand bleeding. His hands are still balled up into fists as he seems apparently unfazed by the injuries. I rush over to him and inspected his knuckles closer. He pulls his hand away from mine and walks to his desk while saying, "I'm fine, just go and do your work." "You're not fine Mr. Urgancıoğlu...your knuckles are bleeding. Let me at least clean and cover them up," I reply urgently. He looks at me for a second, then sits down in his seat and places his injured hand on his desk. I quickly go and get my travel sized first aid kit and begin to gently use one of the alcohol wipes to remove any excess blood. I then put some Neosporin cream on all his knuckles, before wrapping them up. As I do all of this, I can feel him looking intently at me. It makes me really nervous when people watch me do something, especially when I'm sure that they know how to do it better than me. After I am done wrapping up his knuckles, I throw away the cream packet and bandage bag. "Thank you Y/N," he says as he opens and closes his hurt hand to loosen up the bandaging. The fact that it is the first time he calls me by my name without saying 'Miss' before it has me feeling weird inside. What makes it worse is that I can't tell if it is a good or bad kind of weird.

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