As the rest of the meeting progresses, Can goes through every single detail thoroughly, Deren and Aylin voicing opinions on each one, interrupting him the whole time.
Sanem's eyes shifted from one to the other and then at their hands that reach at the same time for the file he puts down during one of these interruptions. A pulling war breaks out between the two women and Can sighs, waiting for them to finish, leaning on the back of the chair at the head of the table.
Sanem decides to jump in and pull the file away from both of them and chastises them for good measure as they glare at one another and at her. She looks at Can with an incredulous huff before handing Deren the file Deren nods stiffly in thanks, breathing heavily through her nose and then smiling at Can to continue.
Can felt like he was in the middle of a rowdy 2nd grade class with them at each other's throats throughout like children fighting over the same toy and he ends the meeting at 1 pm.
Emre had to go over the budget with Aylin, and the longer the meeting went on, the longer it would take for him to get to do that. Most of all, he just couldn't stand the bickering any more.
As everyone started packing up, he walked ahead, going to his office and sitting down.
"How did it go?" Polen asks and he looks at her.
"As well as it could."
He looks down at the script he'd brought with him. He wanted to go through it again, and make sure it was indeed fine as well because they never even got to that part.
His shoulder acts up again before he could however and he rolls it back, wincing at the strained pulling. Just as he reaches to try and rub the spot, Polen stands and walks round to his back, sighing.
As soon as she starts massaging, he freezes, pursing his lips in frustration that she just immediately started without asking him.
Damn that's good though...
He closes his eyes for a second and clenches his jaw as she works out the knot. She knew about his injury and where to press.
When it starts feeling better he taps her hand and she stops. No need to keep going... It was very intimate and the longer she does it the more out of place it felt. He appreciated it but it was done now.
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Sanem peeked around the corner into Can's office, having brought him some tea after the meeting, thinking he might want some too seeing as she desperately ran to make a cup for herself as soon as she could.
Her eyes were widened, her mouth hanging open at the scene inside as she watched Polen massaging Can's shoulder and his hand on hers.
She growls a little and then, without thinking, she downs half of his tea in one gulp, turning away and going down back down the hall.
The scalding hot liquid burned her throat and tongue but she didn't care.
Burn jealousy...burn!
**
"Thank you so much Rustom," Nihat smiles and walks Rustom out of the butchery. "These organic eggs will help us a lot."
"Glad to help. Let me know how it goes," the man nods and waves at Nihat, walking to his van.
"See you!" Nihat waves, still smiling. When he turns his head he sees Mevkhibe wandering towards him in a daze. "Mevkhibe? Who did you leave at the store?!"
"Rahmi. He's such a nice boy. He cares so much." Mevkhibe smiles back over at Rahmi sitting outside the store and then she turns to Nihat, who frowns at the worried look in her eyes. "I actually came to give the store back to you, Nihat."
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Early Bird (Erkençi Kus)(Part 1)
Fanfiction* (A Turkish Series Translation) A young woman named Sanem Aydin lives with her overbearing but loving parents, who have certain ideas of how she should be living - and it doesn't involve her working at her family store full time. They thinks she s...
