Early Bird (Erkenci Kus)(Part 2)

37. Dusty shelves and Deren's new intern

"I sent you a financial report to look at via email," Emre informs as he types. "Did you get it?" He looks at Can behind him, who is busy fiddling with files on the shelf.

"When have I had time to check my mails unless it was related to this new project? There hasn't been time for that and besides, I don't care about numbers and what not," Can grimaces, turning around and starting to pace at Emre's side. "You do it and tell me."

"I would but I can't solve it by myself like I usually do, man."

"Solve what?"

"We have problems Can. Our expenses have increased significantly over the past three months. Income isn't covering it."

"Well, we did take on a few bigger companies, sure," Can frowns and shrugs. "Of course we're going to have higher expenses. But the clients have been satisfied so far, and in my opinion, I don't see anything wrong."

"No," Emre shakes his head. "It's all wrong. Costs of shooting have gone up. It's double what it was last year. There's always some kind of issue on set these days and it's costing us even more to fix those issues."

Can sighs and turns to the glass window, his jaw clenching.

"We're spending more than we earn, Can."

"What do you want me to do Emre?" Can turns to him again. "You want me to stop all production and work?"

"I didn't say that. All I'm just saying, is that if there are any additional costs, tell me about it as soon as it happens. Don't wait and then expect me to take care of it. You can't do whatever you want as it pops up in your head."

Can stares at him. "Pops up?" Can slowly moves to the door and shuts it. "Pops up?" he repeats then looks at his brother. "You think I'm acting on whatever 'pops up' in my head? That I don't think ahead. That I don't have vision. That I don't know what I'm doing. That I'm just spending the agency's money as I please. Is that it Emre?"

Emre scoffs and shakes his head, looking at his laptop. "You know excactly what I mean."

"Oh, I know. And I understand Emre." Can takes a step closer. "Just like you know and understand who's in charge of this agency." Emre stands up but Can just stares him down. "I'm responsible for the quality of work we put out."

"I know that very well, don't worry, but when you get bored and leave, this place will be left in dad's hands again and he's not going to be happy. We both know you're not planning on staying here after he comes back. Everything's going to fall in my lap. You know he's going to blame me for this, Can."

Can sighs inwardly and then nods, rolling his eyes.

"I have a meeting," Emre says when Can just looks away, his thoughts miles from where he was.

"Go to your damn meeting, Emre," Can mutters and then walks through to his office while Emre gathers his own things and leaves through his door.

-

"What can I cut?" Sanem mumbles as she reads through the text in her hand, her pen between her teeth. "Maybe this?" She frowns before drawing a line, scratching the words out. "Nothing's left at the top. But more added to the bottom? What the heck?" She stops and reads again. "No, I can't remove that, it's not going to mean a thing if I do...Can't remove this either, it's very important...This can go..." Sanem looks up for an open space and bends over next to Tila to make a note. "I'm busy reducing some things on the script," Sanem informs her when Tila looks at her.

"Cool."

Sanem returns to her notes and sighs. "No," she mumbles, "keep this...yes..." Tila eyes her sideways, her eyes widening more and more at Sanem's mutterings. "I'm making minute shots...Thanks Tila." Sanem stands back up and then walks away, focusing on reading again.