Early Bird (Erkenci Kus)(Part 4)

39. A clash of lunches

"So I get there and he's having the time of his life happily chatting with that girl," Leyla pushes her chair in behind her desk after sitting, looking at Sanem seated on the other side.
"And then he tells me to help her with the program." Leyla scoffs irritably and opens her laptop.

Sanem blinks in confusion and then frowns. Leyla had pulled her into her office when she came in and sat her down before jumping into telling her about Osman and some girl. "Wait, what girl? And what program? I don't understand."

"What do you mean what girl? The girl he was with," Leyla says angrily.

"But he would never do that," Sanem shakes her head. Not Osman.

"Oh for god's sake, he's always doing it. Don't tell me what I saw." Leyla slaps her laptop shut, her lips pursed.

"That's ridiculous," Sanem almost laughs at her sister glaring out the door. "Osman will never do that to you."

"Not Osman. Emre."

Emre? "Emre?" Sanem had been under the impression they were talking about Osman the way Leyla was reacting. "You went to see Osman on set, I thought you were talking about him."

"Oh right, I said that too," Leyla points and nods, "I said I was going to see my fiancé on set, that's why I can't help with the program." Leyla tuts and shakes her head as Sanem stares at her. "Why doesn't he hire someone who already knows what they're doing? I don't work for him anymore."

Sanem takes a moment to look at Leyla's frown and then decides to try and change the subject. "And Osman? How was he? Was he happy to see you?"

"How else? He's busy. The shoot's keeping him very engaged." Leyla sighs and opens her laptop again.

"Well he's an actor, I'd be surprised if he was doing something else on a film set." Sanem tries to joke but Leyla just looks at the screen with a pout. Okay that's it! "Whatever, listen, I don't understand. Why are you so mad at Mr Emre?"

"I'm not, in that sense," Leyla shrugs. "I'm just saying, it's a matter of principle." Sanem narrows her eyes at her. "If you're going to take someone on that's not me, at least be sure they know what they're doing."

"Hm hm," Sanem lifts a brow.

Leyla glances at her. "And you? What did you do while I was gone?"

Sanem purses her lips and looks out the door with a sigh. "I told Can I didn't want to quit."

Leyla's eyes widen. "And how did he react?"

"Not very well," Sanem looks at the pink flamingo ornament on Leyla's desk and turns it, her brows dipping.

"Are you sure about this? I hope it won't affect your relationship with him."

"Honestly, I'm not sure," Sanem leaves the flamingo to look at Leyla. "I wanted to quit but then I ran into Mrs Huma." Leyla's nose wrinkles. "She basically told me that I act on feelings and I don't have any plans for a successful career."

"She said that?"

"Oh yes. And then there's Polen," Sanem scoffs. "With that irritating attitude of blah blah blah," Sanem rolls her eyes, not even wanting to think of Polen.

"They're just trying to humiliate you, Sanem. That's all."

"I know!" Sanem nods firmly. "But I won't let myself get humiliated. I gave them my answer."

"Exactly!" Leyla nods with the same determined firmness. "Don't let them get to you!"

"Plus, Yigit trusts me. He's helping me with my book. The cover, the editing, he's doing so much." Leyla smiles, listening more intently now, more interested. "He told me he'd draw up a contract."