My Turkish Heart

Chapter 34 : Arrangements Can Always Be Made

"Has he arrived, yet?"
"Not yet Ma'am" the waiter said.
Manicured finger nails reached out for the crystal glass of water and took a sip of it. Dabbing her peach coloured matte lips with the serviette, as she waited in the private dining room.
"I hate waiting for someone! But for you Burak Bey, it will be worth it" she smiled to herself.

Burak was concluding his meeting when Yildez came to the meeting room. He whispered something in Burak's ear that made him clench his jaw and fist on the table.
"Anladim (I understand)" he replied curtly.
After Yildez delivered the message he vanished from the room.
"Let's call it a day then" Burak announced.
Everyone agreed and started packing up their things. The abroad team also agreed and then signed out of the session. Watching everyone leave, Burak stood up and went to stand at the meeting room's window. Loosening his tie and unbuttoning his top shirt button he stood there in a frustrated daze staring out at the view. He pulled out his phone from his pocket. Secretly he took a picture of Izzy when she was sleeping peacefully and made it the screensaver on his phone. Although it seemed like a very boyish thing to do, he didn't care when it came to her. Burak knew he was changing and it wasn't because Izzy wanted him to, but because he wanted to be a better man and partner for her. Seeing how hard she works and how genuinely she treated others, he wanted to give her the love she deserved as well. Smiling as he stared down at his screen, he was reminded of something and quickly dialed a number.
"Hey" a soft voice answered.
"Sorry about earlier, but is this a good time to talk?" he asked.
"Yeah, let me just step out for a moment"
He heard doors opening and closing for a while until she was back on the line.
"I'm back" she said.
"Is it okay to talk?"
"Yeah, yeah" she reassured him.
"Okay, go ahead"

"You were definitely right about Serkan and you know who. They do seem connected somehow and I think they are scheming something that will involve Izzy. These days wherever Izzy is, Serkan magically pops up too and I highly doubt it's a coincidence. I know my sister, she's been like a robot faithful to reporting to the hospital and if she's not there she's preparing things to take to the hospital. Izzy barely has time to make coffee dates, so I know someone is making them on her behalf"

Burak slammed his fist on the meeting room table out of anger. The thought of someone intentionally wanting to harm Izzy or cause her any danger made his blood boil.

"I knew that guy was slimy from the day I met him! I wish I could teach him a good lesson, so that he doesn't even try to lay a finger on Izzy. What's Emma's deal? Why is she plotting against her own sister? Revenge for something or what is it?"

"That's what I also don't understand as yet. What does she stand to gain from all this? Her behaviour and actions are different than how she usually is, so there must be a story behind this"

Frustrated that he was so far from Izzy and couldn't protect her from what will be heading her way. He thought about telling her, but he knew she would freak out and be paranoid about it. He did not want to add any more stress to her plate and sending bodyguards for her , she would never accept.

"Thank you for telling me this. I'm sorry I had to ask it from you,  but you're the only one I could trust" Burak said.

"No need to thank me! We on the same side and we're family after all" she giggled.

" Thanks again Daisy and be careful. You can call me if you need anything or you can call Yildez if I'm busy. I'll send you his private line as well"

"Sure, no worries! Thanks. Take care of your business and come back soon"

Burak sighed a little sigh of relief knowing that Izzy had atleast someone to take care of her there, but still wasn't completely satisfied.

"Burak Bey, we really need to leave now. Miss Aydin is throwing a tantrum at the restaurant and you know how your mother will react once she finds out you haven't gone" Yildez informed him.

"Offf! I have enough on my plate, now I still have to worry about a spoilt heiress brat causing me extra problems" Burak said angrily.

Grabbing his tie and stuffing it into his pocket , he walked out behind Yildez.

Arriving at the restaurant, he was already highly annoyed at the fact that he had to drive all the way there. Exiting the car and going into the restaurant, he was met by anxious waiters and a very weary host. They led him to the private dining hall and he could hear Miss Aydin's screeching voice yelling at the young waitresses.

"Do you have no manners?" Burak asked as he entered the room.

Miss Aydin stopped midway as she was about to pour the water over the waitress's head. She quickly retreated and straightened herself out to look like a delicate lady.

"Burak Bey!" she said in a pretentious coy voice.

Signalling for the waitresses to leave them alone, Burak sat at the opposite side of the table. Miss Aydin felt foolish for still standing up waiting to greet him properly. Grabbing a seat too, she sat very ladylike batting her lashes at Burak, but he showed no interest.

"Miss Aydin, I apologize for being late. Technically I don't have to , as this was my mother's arrangements not mine. Let me be frank with you, I have no interest in an arranged marriage. I have someone that I love and I am in a committed relationship. So let's not waste each other's time further" Burak said curtly.

His speech changed Miss Aydin's mood quickly from pleasant to straight out sour. 

" So you think by saying your little speech everything will just go away? Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you Burak Bey , but my family wants this marriage too and if I don't marry you then I will have to marry someone... less attractive and old" she said in an irritated tone.

" I'm sorry about that, but that's not my problem"

Burak excused himself and got up to leave. Miss Aydin hopped up after him and grabbed his arm.

"Everything can be arranged in this world, including love. So I'm not giving up on this marriage. I was going to play it nice with you, but clearly you chose the hard way.. "