Early Bird (Erkenci Kus)(Part 2)

60. Opportunity knocks

"We need to find funds as soon as possible," Can says as he leans on the back of his chair and sighs. "We'll have to pay the debts first, of course and then we can move on."

"The banks aren't giving us loans Can. We're losing too many clients," Deren shrugs. He groans and starts pacing. "What are we going to do? Should we call your father?"

"No Deren." He turns back to her. "My father can't find out about this." The man is sick enough. "God forbid he has a seizure because if it. No," he shakes his head firmly, "he doesn't need to know. We'll think of another way, even if it takes us until tomorrow."

"Tomorrow might be too late, Can. People are pounding away at the door now." Can closes his eyes as he paces and Deren frowns, unsure of her next words. "I think you need to talk to Emre again."

"Deren!" Can snaps and stops to look at her sternly.

"I know you're angry, I do, but Emre owns 10% of this agency, Can. He has the right to vote on about everything concerning it."

"My brother has no right to vote or step foot in this building anymore. Are we clear? I'm not talking about this again. Let it go."

After a minute Deren nods while he cracks his neck irritably and glances at Emre's office. "I'm sorry, Can, I won't bring it up again. But what do we do then? Try and get the clients we lost back?" Can doesn't answer, his eyes still on Emre's office. "Okay, I'll go and see what I can do." Deren stands up, looking at him once more.

Can's eyes slide towards her back when she turns before he moves to his desk to lean on his chair again, gripping it tightly.

The door opens as Deren is leaving and Sanem's hand lowers midknock. Deren gives her a glaring look but she ignores it. This is so not my fault right now, she sighs and walks over to Can quickly, pushing her emotions aside. "Uhm, Mr Can? Sorry, but it's Mrs Remide. She says she couldn't get through to you so she called me." Sanem holds out her cellphone, the call still on hold as Deren closes the door behind her, leaving them.

Can looks at the phone for a second then takes it. Great, he groans silently, looking at Sanem's clasping hands in front of her as she waits.

"Aunt Remide?" he answers and Sanem eyes him as he listens. "Yes, I'm fine...He's good too...Hm...Thank you very much..." He looks at the pen holder to his left and frowns. "Yes, it's true... Hm...Yes that's true, too, we are losing clients yes...hm..." He looks at Emre's office through his door, nodding again while listening. "Hm hm, thank you for the support. If only it could save us...No, no, don't worry, we'll solve this somehow..." 

He lifts his eyes to her a moment later.

"No, she's still here, she didn't quit."

Sanem looks up from her feet and Can's eyes are still on her. She took it to mean that Mrs Remide must have asked about her, and she tries to hide her smile.

Can looks down at his desk and then up at the window, his brow furrowing before he sighs as Mrs Remide seemingly keeps talking.
"Okay," is all he says, his lips pressed together in a tight line. "Okay..." He repeats. "Okay, aunt Remide, okay! Jesus don't start," he rolls his eyes in irritation.

Sanem wishes she knew what the old woman was saying that got him so annoyed. Or maybe it's better I don't know? I'm not sure...

"Stop, please," he looks at Sanem again. "It didn't work out with Sanem." He listens. "No...Because, it just didn't and it won't..."

Sanem feels her gut clench hearing him say this and she turns her face away, blinking away her tears.

"Alright...Thanks for calling Aunt Remide, we'll talk later...Okay...Bye."