Early Bird (Erkenci Kus)(Part 3)

67. Can's wishing well

"Leyla, are you busy?"

Leyla doesn't answer Emre right away. Can't you see I'm typing? She was sitting outside at Sanem's desk with her laptop.

"Leyla?"

She looks up at him. "Yes Mr Emre?"

"The documents from the PR agency - "

"I sent you an email about that. Everything is in your office."

"Yes, I saw the mail and I have the documents here." He shows her the file in his hand.

So what are you bothering me for then? "So what do you need then?"

Emre rolls up file, tapping it on his palm and looking at her in question. "I - " He looks around, obviously thinking about something and she raises an eyebrow. He walks to her side and lowers his voice. "I thought we would have a look at it together? I have some notes for you on the - "

"I was going to come and do that earlier," Leyla looks up at him, "you were very busy." Her eyes slide to the left behind him where Aylin was just entering and then adds, "You can send any notes you have via email." She turns to her laptop again, ignoring his staring.

"Emre."

Emre...Leyla does a mental eyeroll, mocking Aylin's voice in her mind.

"How are you?" Aylin sits on the edge of the desk.

"Fine Aylin," Emre says offhandedly and looks down at the file in his hand, opening it. What the hell do you want?

Aylin is trying to look Emre in the eye and Emre is trying to avoid her.

Leyla's phone interrupts the silence and she picks it up when she sees who is calling. "Hello Osman. How are you?"

Emre's ears perk up and he peeks at her, his body on alert by her friendly tone.

"Oh my gosh! I love them! When is the concert?" She listens a moment. "Actually yes! I am free this weekend."

Emre frowns down at the file, paging through it roughly and as loud as he can. Free for WHAT concert exactly?

"Okay. I can't wait," Leyla beams, ignoring him completely.

"Emre?" Aylin clears her throat a little. "I wanted to ask you a couple of things regarding my new contract here."

"One second Aylin," Emre says absently, his eyes on the side of Leyla's smiling face. "I'm busy."

Leyla purses her lips, feeling boxed in between feeling Emre's glare and listening to Osman asking if she wanted to go out with him that night. "Sure, we can go out tonight."

Emre whips the page over to the next one right next to her ear even louder than before, glaring at it hard. Going out with Osman tonight huh...how nice... He turns another page.

"Okay, then...Uhm, I'll call you when I leave? See you later." Leyla hangs up, still smiling as she does.

"Emre," Aylin says through her teeth, getting more and more annoyed.

"Aylin," he snaps irritably in return, "go to my office and wait there. I'm busy," he growls. "I'll come to see you when I'm done. Okay?"

Aylin gives Leyla a sour sideeye then stands up and leaves, scoffing to herself for the blow off.

It was something Emre didn't care about even a little, as his eyes were on Leyla, now back to typing, while he pages through the file to look busy.

Leyla stands up within a minute or so, closing her laptop and gathering everything together.