Lucky

Chapter 4

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When Serkan heard her voice, her change of tone when she had no answer, her impulsive way of facing it... He was just breathless.

Eda wasn't changed a bit and he didn't know if this could make him smile or mess up his head more than that.

He breathed against the phone, unable to say anything. It was enough for him to listen to her complaint. He smiled, and he was perfectly conscious about it.

The line went off and he immediately left the phone, running to his office to avoid Leyla's questions, noticing that she was entering the building right at that moment.

He sat down on his big chair and put his hands to his face: actually, he couldn't define how he was.

His smile while hearing Eda's words was different from every other smile or laugh he had done in those years without her. He felt really good while smiling, granting himself a moment to forget all and completely enjoying it.

But then, real life fell on him again. This moment, he had been waiting for for almost two years, ended.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

- Come in.

- Günaydın Serkan bey, this is your coffee and the list of your meetings.

- Thank you so much, Leyla.

Leyla placed the coffee in front of him, then she seemed a little hesitant so Serkan looked at her curiously.

- Leyla, is everything ok? You look like you want to tell me something but you're worried about my reaction.

Leyla opened her eyes wide, keeping her hesitant posture.

- Hm... Actually yes, Serkan bey... I received a call this morning, I have just arrived at my desk and I picked it up.

- And? Don't tell me it was Fikret bey? Did he delete our meeting? We have to start planning the project and we still don't have precise indications from him... We don't have a landscaper too... Damn it...

- Oh no, Serkan bey. Nothing at all! The meeting will take place at 11 am as planned. I... Hm... The call was made by a Turkish young woman who was a little angry because she said she received a call made from our work phone five minutes before. I don't know what happened, I didn't make that call. I have just arrived when she called again.

Serkan scratched his nape, he was keeping his laugh inside with all his strength. He perfectly knew that was classic Eda behavior: surely she thought she was a victim of some silly jokes and she decided to scold anyone who was on the other side of the line.

- Leyla, don't worry. I made that call myself. My phone died and I wanted to call my mother but I ended up making the wrong number. If the Miss will call again, you can say this to her. If she starts complaining again, I will be the one who will solve this situation.

- Tamam Serkan bey, it's just that for a moment I thought it could be... Neyse, I'm going now.

Serkan frowned.

Leyla knew that the topic was off-limited. And she knew that he had specifically called her that morning, she simply knew her boss.

She had seen him closed in himself so many times during these years, absent while she was speaking. So once, she decided to ask Engin with whom she had more confidence and a kind of friendly relationship (even if he was her superior too) and he told her about Eda.