A Cinderella Story - ZeyBar

Chapter Twenty-four

All the way to the apartment, and even after we entered, Barış was making phone calls related to what happened to us at the exit of the restaurant. Osman had assured him that he would learn the names of the media and contact them so they wouldn't publish anything from tonight, but that didn't reassure me enough. Some journalists are callous people who care only about how well they will be paid, not whether they will embarrass a person in public, write lies about them or insult them by chasing them with their microphone.

Barış had also contacted friends of his who had connections in the larger media companies in the country. I really hoped they would make it. Internally, I also believed that the chance of mom seeing Bulgarian news was very small. She relies on newspapers and only uses her phone to make calls. I don't know much about Mrs. Ozlem, on the other hand, but I do know that she uses her phone all the time and cares about her family's image, which means that such a news story on the Internet could reach her if the Bulgarian journalists included her son's name next to that of Osman.

I didn't want to think about it anymore. I let him finish his conversation and slipped into our room, grabbed my towel and locked myself in the bathroom for a very hot and relaxing shower before our flight back to Istanbul tomorrow.

...

I woke up from someone's alarm, opened my eyes slightly and realized that after taking a shower last night I fell asleep immediately with only the towel around me. Barış stirred at the sound of the phone and cursed something under his breath.

"Zeynep"

"Mm?" I mumbled sleepily.

"We have to get up. Otherwise we will miss the flight."

"What time is it?"

"seven"

Then it dawned on me. I had planned last night after dinner to collect my luggage scattered all over the apartment, but instead I fell asleep! And now there were two hours until the flight!

I flew out of bed and grabbed my suitcase, tossing it open on the bed.

"Shit, shit, shit! Why didn't you wake me up last night, my luggage isn't collected, how are we going to get to the airport and go through security in two hours?! Offf." - I was stuffing clothes into it and thinking about everything I had to pack. - "What about your luggage?"

"Right there." - he pointed with his finger, and with his other hand he was rubbing his sleepy eyes. I saw his tight suitcase in the corner of the room and looked at him bloodily. - "You better  get up and help me! We're going to miss the flight!"

...

We were just getting out of the car outside the airport when my phone started vibrating. Grabbing my suitcase and running to the entrance with Barış behind me, I answered the call.

***

"Yes?!"

"Zeynep? What's happening? Are you running?"

"Yes, Emine, don't ask."

"Okay, but Zeynep, I have to tell you s-"

"Emine, can I call you later, we have to get to the plane and I can't talk."

"But-"

"I'm really in a hurry, I'll call you when we land, I promise!"

"When does your plane arrive? I will wait for you at the airport."

"Nine. I have to hang up!"

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Nermin's POV