Early Bird (Erkençi Kus)(Part 1)

63. Can quits

Sanem huffs as she carries the next set of boxes and plastic bags out to the garbage bins in the back of the building. She's been at it for at least three hours. Moving in and out.

"She thinks she can give me these trash jobs," she mumbles under her breath. "Ha! I'll show her...I won't just throw it away... I'll put it in the recycling bin! Soulless people killing nature..."

She dumps the box she was heaving over the side, then moves on to the next. As she lifts the plastic sleeves out to throw them in the bin, a car pulls up beside her.

"Sanem, is Can inside?" Metin asks after getting out. "His phone's off, I can't get through."

"He's inside as far as I know," Sanem nods then looks closer at Metin's grave expression. "Is everything okay?"

He sighs. "To be honest with you, no it's not. There's something I need to tell Can but I don't know how."

Join the club buddy.

"I'm always the bearer of bad news."

"Bad news? What happened now?" She wasn't sure if her already high strung boss could take much more.

Metin looks up at the building, deciding whether or not he should tell her. He knew how much Can liked her, and he liked her too so he told her. "Can is a member of one of the most prestigious photography clubs there is, and I was just told that they've decided to suspend his membership until he's proven innocent."

Sanem frowns. "I don't understand. What does that mean exactly?"

"It means that the one thing that Can cares about the most, that makes him who he is, has been taken from him. He's been involved with them for years Sanem. This is going to crush him." He shakes his head and starts walking up the steps, readying himself to go inside and face his friend.

"But Mr Metin," Sanem rushes after him. "Mr Can is innocent! They can't do this! How long will it take to get this resolved?"

"I don't know. It can be a month or a year. We're still on trying to find the creator of this stupid website. There's too much going on, it's all clogged up. Projects are just thrown around on there."

"If you can't find the owner how are you going to solve this? Can it even be done?"

"We've thought about a lot of ways to try and approach this. Akif wanted to use a hacker but I'm a lawyer Sanem, I can't break the law and deal with these backalley people. It'll just mess things up even more." He sighs. "I have go in, I'll see you around."

Sanem looks after him, looking up at the sky for some help before she goes back to her work reluctantly, her mind working a mile a minute.

-

"These are the new developments," Deren lays the page out in front of Can, who is standing behind his chair, listening to her. He couldn't sit down and he couldn't stand up. He felt uneasy. "This is what we did last year, so we can just follow the same process with the fresh ideas..." Deren checks if he's still listening. "This is the old logo. We came up with a new one," she points out the different logos and he nods, his head hanging forward.

"Okay, just change the color and use the new logo. Let the rest stay as it is, and add one or two new lines," he says and scratches his nose.

"Alright." Deren moves the prints. "Next, we have new options for the  packaging company." He tilts his head to look at what she was showing him. "We have three complete already options."

"Knock knock."

Can looks up at Metin knocking on the door. Metin?

"Sorry, uh, Can, we need to talk. It's urgent."