Early Bird (Erkençi Kus)(Part 1)

3. Who is who around here?

Leyla stops in the middle of walking through the office to turn to Sanem, almost making her run into her. "I'm going to get some files from my office for Mr Emre and then I'll be right back. Wait for me here okay? Don't move."

Sanem nods and Leyla gives her a pointed look before she walks off, leaving her standing near the glass railing. Sanem spots what looks like a mannekin, and looks closely at it as she waits, wondering what it's used for.

At the same time, Emre Divit arrives and greets employees with a smile behind her, passing her by. She sees the man in the blue suit but pays him no further mind him.

After a few minutes, she gets bored and starts to step from one foot to the other, trying to stay still while she searches for Leyla.

**

Inside his office, Aziz Divit, owner of Fikri Harika, is being measured for his suit. The company he started 40 years ago is being celebrated that night and he needed to look his best. He was feeling tired but it needed to be done.

When the door opens, and as Emre enters, he manages to hide his fatigue well.

"Good morning dad."

"Good morning son."

"What's going on in here? A bit elegant for this place," Emre laughs as he closes the door. "How are you?"

"Not very well," Aziz sighs and points at the magazine on his desk in irritation. "Have a look."

Emre spots Aylin, his 'ex-girlfriend' on the front page, smirking. He glances quickly to his father who doesn't notice him swallowing.

"Your ex-lover decided to grace the cover pages again." Aziz picks up the magazine. "Only this time as head of the best advertising agency of the year!" Aziz grumbles and glares at the magazine, tossing it aside again.

"Mr Aziz, please, don't move," the woman measuring his pants begs and he looks down at her.

"Impudent woman," he steps back into place. "She takes our clients and acts like she's the one who did all the work to get them in the first place."

"Now you're exaggerating," Emre sighs. "She took two clients from us. Small ones at that."

"She even received an award for the advertisement she did for one of them!" Aziz continues, ignoring Emre's protests on Aylin's behalf. "She's a thief and no one knows it. A thief!" Aziz turns to Emre. "And there's no small or big thefts son, theft is theft."

"It was a social support campaign that got her the award, dad." Emre looks at the magazine then his father's disgusted expression. "Don't upset yourself this much over - "

"No no no," Aziz shakes his head. Emre clenches his jaw. Aziz turns to him and lowers his voice, now more serious than ever. "There is a spy in my company. There has to be."

Emre stares at him, his stomach dropping.

"Someone is giving Aylin our clients."

Emre blinks, the look on his father's face making him feel like he's being accused.

"How else do you explain her sudden rise to the top?"

Emre looks at Aylin's face for a second and then he says bitterly, "You know our relationship's ended dad - "

"I know." Emre nods and Aziz lifts his hands. "I am sorry son, I know you are still sore from the breakup."

Emre shakes it off. His father was becoming more paranoid these days and it wasn't boding well for his plans. He decides to take a seat so his father could calm down and so that he could also get his bearings from the shock of possible discovery.