Early Bird (Erkençi Kus)(Part 1)

75. A grey goose picks a leopard print

Can finally manages to catch Sanem during her latest coffee run, and just as she is about to escape again, she  sees him already walking towards her.

"Sanem."

She turns back to face him, the tray against her chest like a shield.

"Can you come to my office, please?"

Sanem is about to answer and say that she was busy when Deren walks up behind them.

"Can?"

Sweet baby Jesus! Can nearly snaps as he turns his head to look at her.

"We're all waiting for you to start the meeting. Are you coming?"

He'd completely forgotten about the meeting while he was trying to find time to talk to Sanem. "Alright, I'll be right there."

Deren nods then gives Sanem a stern look that she mocks behind her back when she walks ahead.

Can sighs, looking at Sanem again. He didn't want to go now that he finally caught up to her. "We're going to talk, as soon as this meeting's over," he promises, shaking his head with a dry scoff  before he turns and follows Deren.

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Ten minutes into the pitches, Can was bored. None of the slogans were working. They weren't bad, most were pretty well done but they were all missing imagination.

"My slogan, is 'Only organic life!'." Thimam lifts his print outs and shows them around the table.

"It's not bad," Deren shrugs. "Can?"

"Hm?" Can looks at her and she eyes the pages in Thimam's hands. "It's good. All of them have been... Any other ideas?" It takes a few seconds before Volkan clears his throat and Can looks at him. "Yes?"

"I was thinking maybe something more comical? Can I show you?"

Can nods and turns his chair around so he's facing Volkan.

"Here we have a hen, who's left Galino's farms to go to work for a non-organic producing farm." He changes pictures. "One day, she decides she's had enough and marches straight to her boss - "

"Oh, I remember this one," Deren smiles and nods encouragingly, "it's very interesting Can, just listen."

There's a knock on the door then and Sanem looks over the stack of folders in her arms. "Sorry, I just brought the folders."

"Just leave them on the table," Deren says dismissively. "Go on Volkan."

Sanem comes in and starts to put the folders down one at a time in front of each person present, moving around the table as she does.

"And then she says - "

Can is listening with only one ear, watching Sanem hand out the folders.

"I, as a decent, hard working chicken, would like to go back to my organic sphere where I am treated with more respect. Either that or I won't lay another egg! What do you think?" Volkan glances at Can for a response.

Can however, is still looking at Sanem, now on the last folder, which happens to be his. She hasn't lifted her eyes from her task once.

"Good right Can?" Deren pipes up.
"And what was the slogan again?"

"Er, slogan?" Volkan asks, looking stumped.

"You did come up with one right?"

Volkan's face turns red and then he says, "Sanem?"

Can swings his head to Volkan, his attention pulled away from her legs, which he had been focused on as she was passing behind him to get to the door.

"What was the slogan?" Volkan asks when Sanem stops and turns to him. "We didn't discuss that."