Early Bird (Erkenci Kus)(Part 3)

94. The return of the long legged one

Emre nods to himself, tapping his pen on the desk as he goes through the security footage. The evidence was all there. It clearly showed how Aylin stole the information.
"Do you think this will be enough to convict?" he asks Ozan, looking at the footage over his shoulder.

"It should be. There's no doubt that it's her."

"Good. I want you to start the process."

"Yes sir." Ozan nods and picks up his briefcase. "I will get things started and let you know when it's ready."

"Thank you."

"Emre." Huma comes in just as Ozan leaves, nodding his head at her in passing.

"Mom."

"I'm leaving. Please inform your brother that I'd like to talk to both of you at the house this afternoon."

"Mom," Emre sighs and she stops in turning away, pursing her lips when she looks at him, "don't expect Can to be there. He won't show."

"Tell him it's important. I have something to tell you."

"Mom, please," Emre begs and stands up to walk to her side of the desk. "Give it some time, let things calm down okay?"

"We've wasted enough time. Do what you have to, but make sure your brother shows. I'll see you at home in two hours." She turns, ending the conversation right there with no broaching.

Great. Emre rolls his eyes and looks at his brother's still empty office. How do I do that? What do I do? He walks back to his desk and sits down, his mind working overtime.

**

Standing in her salon, Melihat had her arms crossed, her eyes drooping. Next to her, Ayhan stood with her hands in her jacket pockets, her cheeks puffed up boredly. Across from them stood Muzaffer, his arms also crossed as he stared at the contract on the table half asleep.
Sitting in the middle, was JJ.

They were all waiting for him to sign. They've all signed - her as landlord, they as witnesses - he as tenant, was taking his time. He would sit forward, look at the signatures, then sit back and then repeat the process. It's been going on like this for an hour.

"Pfff," Melihat puffs boredly, uncrossing her arms and putting her hands on her hips, her eyes rolling up to the ceiling.

Muzaffer stands up straight and blinks a few times to wake up. "Patience," he breathes and shakes his arms and head a little.

"Hm, there is this one part that bothers me..." JJ says for the first time in fifteen minutes.

"Which part would that be son?" Melihat asks with a raised brow. She was starting to seriously rethink giving him this chance.

"Yeah, JJ, we've been here for over an hour and you haven't even signed one page," Ayhan huffs.

"This is important Ayhan, you can't just sign anything and be done. You have to read and reread."

"Mr JJ, my brother," Muzaffer clears his throat and JJ looks up at him. "You've read this agreement twelve times, and twenty more out loud. We all heard it. How many more times do you need to read it? You, my friend, are stalling and we know it! Sign the thing already!" he says heatedly.

"The uh, the thing is, this part here - "

"Part, part, part! What are you, the Red Sea?! Sign, get it over with so we can leave," Muzaffer groans and sits down in one of the chairs to JJ's left.

"JJ, he's right," Ayhan sits next to him on his right. "It's just a rental agreement. And aunt Melihat's had a lot of tenants in her time, she knows what she's doing. What's wrong with this one?"