To fight fire with fire (means getting burned)

Wherein writers stick to their OG story arc

''Ladies and gentlemen, Welcome to the global plastic and reconstructive achievement awards for best clinic of 2022'' She beams at the podium, oddly excited that the clinic is receiving such a big award. 

Pervin Hanim may have quite literally dropped this job on her head out of nowhere, but for reasons not entirely clear to her, she feels responsible for the clinic. As if she's had it for longer than three days. It's because I want to fulfill my task to the best of my ability. A sense of duty, nothing more, she tells herself. 

Out of the corner of her eye, she notices Emir looking at her. She tries not to let it unnerve her and fights to control her fidgeting. He would never let her live it down if he saw how much he gets to her. The fact he does get to her is something she can admit, she's a full-grown woman, and emir is a common tryst womanizer and objectifier. 

He can trap any woman with his cunning shark-like eyes, his obnoxious husky voice, his annoyingly handsome face, and not-fake abs, and stupid stupid stupid, don't think about that! She cannot lower her guard around this man. He already knows about Pervin hanim. He can't know about anything else. They can be grudging allies at the best of times and vicious players at the worst of times. Granted, the latter is most of the time, but the situation remains the same. She has to assert her dominance in this partnership. Hopefully, tonight, the special guest will show everyone what a dirtbag their number one surgeon and role model really is. 

Suddenly she feels his broad figure press closer to her side. The feeling of warmth seeping through their clothes rudely lets her know he's close, too close, oh, he's talking! ''This is a very prestigious award. All of our important sponsors and clients are here to see our success.'' He steps back a little. Good, she thinks, turning back to the podium. ''Everything will be perfect.'' He exhales, holding up his drink. She tilts back, away from him, to see someone coming up the escalator. It's her VIP guest. Oh yes, everything will be perfect. 

''Oh, by the way.'' He hums in acknowledgment. ''You know how you left yesterday and left me there?'' He nods. Like an ass. ''One of your old friends stopped by. They said they were looking for you. They looked really upset, so I invited them here.'' If her snide remarks didn't irritate him, now this would definitely get his attention. Just as she had expected, he looks over, puzzled. ''Who's this old friend?'' Her finger is in the air, about to drive the point home, when somebody shouts. 

''Filiz!'' Yasar cuts in. The others follow him, crowding around the table. ''Filiz is coming right now, Filiz is coming, Filiz is coming...'' He repeats it like a mantra. ''Ne?!'' Emir's entire face changes from the cool, relaxed aristocrat expression to horror in a millisecond. Priceless. Vallah, I wish I had a camera. Still. She stares at him, not expecting such a loud reaction. 

''You invited Filiz?!'' Oh. He's mad. Normally that would be a win, but something about how worried everyone looks convinces her otherwise. Even unsympathetic Sirin - will tell you if you will die from carbs in 2 days -  Sirin looks scared. Oh yes, something is definitely wrong. ''Uh Yeah? Why? Who is she?'' Yasar shoots a look at her, grumbling. ''Let's leave without drawing attention to ourselves, come on.'' 

''We're ruined. Move it!'' He snarled. ''Ne, What happened?'' Her question trailed off as everyone turned away from the table, forming one big clump and moving towards the exit like one organism. Ironic, really, that one of the only times we work together is when we're running away. She thinks, even as she is smiling at passerby and avoiding any cameras. 

''What you did won't just affect me. It's about to put everyone here at risk!'' He tugs at her arm, pulling her around the staircase. She lets out a yelp as she's pulled against his side again. 

''Hey, watch it! I'm in heels, not sneakers, you oaf!'' ''Well, I wouldn't need to hide us if you didn't drag us into this mess in the first place, witch!'' He looked over the steps. She tried to do the same. Her petite frame was not helping in the slightest, she couldn't see crap. ''What mess?! Can somebody tell me what I did? Why are we all hiding from that woman? Who is she?!'' She hissed, frustrated no one would tell her. Bilnur. Her lovely, amazing best friend supports her by following up with ''Yeah, I want to know too, who's this woman, what the heck is going on?!''

Finally, someone bothers to reply. That someone is Sirin. She's officially promoted to favourite colleague. Thank you Sirin. ''The woman is a psychopath. She's been getting treatment for years, she's obsessed with Emir, absolutely love-crazy.'' ''Oh so she's obsessive? Thats not that bad.'' She tries to minimize the situation. Yasar replies ''Oh no, she's insane, definitely not normal obsessiveness!'' Bilnur snorts ''Oh come on! What could she have possibly done thats so horrib''

''Attacked the clinic.'' 

''-le, Ah.'' 

''Crashed her car.'' 

''Oh.'' 

''Set fire to her house.'' Bilnur mumbles ''Tanrim''. 

''Emir got a restraining order but she doesn't listen to reason.'' Efsun's eyes are wide in horror, everyone else looks on, unsurprised at what Sirin is saying. ''Oh. Yeah, that would probably do it.'' Bilnur finishes.