Early Bird (Erkenci Kus)(Part 2)

40. When did I choose them?

Thanking Melihat for the manicure once she was done, Aylin felt like she had enough to ruin Sanem and Can's lives. The woman never shut up. She smirks with her back to the salon, taking out the ring from her purse.

She looks up and walks straight towards Sanem, Can and Deren at the director's table, coming to a slow stop just before reaching it. She was intent of doing this - but the way Sanem was willing to help her when no one else seemed imterested, chewed on her conscience. The girl was kind, very naïve of course, but kind. And what has she actually done or said to make Aylin and Emre feel that she would talk?

She looks at Sanem and Can, deep in conversation with the script in hand and then closes her eyes before slipping the ring back into her purse, deciding that now wasn't the time. Let the girl have her moment. They had enough time and information for this to be done at a later point.

**

Leyla looks up from her computer, shutting it finally.

The office was more or less empty with everyone else at the set. Once again she wasn't there, but that wasn't her area of expertise. She sees Emre coming across the bridge and jumps up, taking the laptop with her. "Mr Emre!" she calls when he reaches the middle. "I was about to come looking for you."

"Have you finished the report?"

She hands him the laptop, already opening it. "I did. There are a few small details. You can look at it if you want."

"Okay," he looks up and nods to the couch. "Let's sit here and I'll check."

She turns and takes a seat with him, watching him sigh and opens the page she highlighted, reading through the actives and passives.

"Just as I thought," Emre shakes his head with a scoff. "If we don't have any problems, we have enough, but as soon as something pops up, all it does is waste money...But if we can get that cleared up from now on, we'll hook ERT - "

"ERT?! Mr Emre?!"

"Shh!" Emre holds up his finger to her lips and looks around. "Really?" he asks and she frowns.

"Mr Emre," Leyla whispers, "is there really a chance for that?"

"Yes," he shrugs. "But this has to stay between us."

She squeals silently. "How? Mr Aziz tried for years to work with them but they weren't interested. How will you get them?"

"My methods and those of my father are a bit different, Leyla."

She smiles in awe. "I can't believe it Mr Emre. Just the possibility of that feels so unreal. Their name alone will bring us a whole bunch of other brands. This is incredible."

Emre nods at her excitement and the lowers his voice more. "I agree. But please, this needs to stay between us. It's important that it does."

"Of course Mr Emre."

"Alright." He gets up. "Good work."

"Mr Emre?" Leyla gets up as well, taking the laptop and holding it against her.

"Yes?"

"I want to tell you something also, can it stay between us too?" He nods and she takes a small breath, hoping that he wouldn't feel offended. "You deserve to be the head of this agency and I mean it."

Emre blinks, staring at her and then, liking that she thinks this, he nods. "Thank you very much for that, Leyla." She nods with a smile. "But I guess we'll just have to see." He looks over his shoulder. "Listen, I know that I made you a promise and today is the day that I fulfill it." When Leyla looks confused he chuckles. "The salad? We can go today. What do you say?"