Early Bird (Erkenci Kus)(Part 3)

3. Realizations

Sanem blinks with narrowed eyes, looking up from her pencil tapping on her desk. She's been thinking about her interaction with Emre in Deren's office. He had something behind his back... I wonder if it's the snowglobe? "Did he take it to cover for Aylin?" Sanem wonders out loud, tapping her pencil again.

'You're not going to stop sticking your nose in this are you?'

She lifts her eyes to the ceiling, then looks around her, checking for ears. She notices one or two of the others close by and to cover, picks up the phone receiver and pretends to dial. "Hello yes, I'd like to place an order," she says then lowers her voice to whisper. "Of course I'm not going to stop. What's wrong with it anyway?"

'Nothing. I was just observing. I don't usually support you in what you get up to, but with this, I have to say I agree. I think you have to confront Mr Emre.'

She clears her throat, "I'm not sure," Sanem says after a moment, still whispering. "I didn't actually see him take it, I'm just guessing. I saw him in Miss Deren's office with something behind his back...I mean, if you think about it, it could have been the snowglobe... Maybe he took it to cover for her and left with it."

'Then what's keeping you?'

"Yes one salad please." She looks at Ahmet passing and when he's gone, whispers again, "I can't do this behind Mr Can's back. I have to go and tell him what I think first."

'Oh of course.'

"But the thing is, what if he's not the one who took it? What do I do if I'm wrong? It's not going to look good."

'50/50...'

Sanem blinks, debating for a minute. "Okay," she sighs. "Yes thank you Mr Tushan," she says and hangs up the phone. "Phew, that was quite the search, huh, no one else got hungry?" She chuckles, lifting her hands, no one even paying attention to her.

"Murat, take these to the archives." Deren walks into with a stack of files in her hands.

Deren!

"Okay, Miss Deren."

"Make sure they're in the right places, I don't want to look forever next time I need them."

"Yes, Miss Deren," Murat nods and stands up from his desk, taking the files with him.

Sanem eyes them for a minute. Good! Can's going to ask too many questions if I ask him but Deren won't care. It's perfect.

"It goes according to week right?"

"Ye - "

"Miss Deren," Sanem says, jumping up. "I have a small personal issue to go and take care of. I wanted to ask you if I can slip out quickly?"

"What is it now Sanem?" Deren shrugs. "What can be so important that it takes you away from your work here?"

"I..." Sanem thinks for a second. "I want to buy a memory card for the camera. I checked and we have no free ones left."

Deren sighs and nods. "Fine. Go. But stop at the printers on the way back and check on the posters we asked for. I don't want any problems with it that needs fixing last minute."

"But I - " Sanem groans silently.

"You're the coordinator, you are in control of everything, whether you like it or not."

"Right."

"That means you have to actually coordinate and control, you can't call yourself the coordinator if you don't. You have certain responsibilities. Otherwise, what's going to happen if you don't check the posters?" Sanem shakes her head that she didn't know. "Just before it's release, something that's not supposed to be there pops up, and what are you going to tell the client? 'But I...'?" Deren mocks Sanem's groan as well as her voice.