Chocolate & Whiskey

In December

You'll be shaking in December.

Wrap yourself in a blanket, make some sweeter tea.

I'd like to save you,

But I'm a lost cause myself.

Die but do, Leyla told herself for the umpteenth time, shoveling another pile of documents that had in some strange way appeared on her desk without her knowledge. This year work in the last days of November doubled, which the girl had never expected, and the end of autumn turned into a real hell for her. Aydin loved to work all her life ever since she can remember: she helps both her mother around the house and her father in the store as in childhood. But the rainy autumn weather, which enveloped Istanbul in a thick dark gray blanket, unpleasantly pressed on the residents of the city, including her. It became harder to work, and by the end of the day, there were some strange, unfamiliar feeling of fatigue. And from where only it could undertake?

Having devastated another cup of coffee (due to the number of unsorted files, she hadn't slept properly for several days), Leyla began to compare the company's income and expenditure data for the last period. God, if only there was no mistake, the girl pleaded, looking at the sheet of paper lying in front of her, then at the laptop monitor. Recently, Aydin really began to notice a certain uncharacteristic for her absent-mindedness, clumsiness: she'll leave the bag in the office and forget where she put it, then she will not take the notebook to work, and then the whole day remembers what and how to do it. Sanem barely recognized her sister and at some point even seriously worried about her condition― a good rest would definitely not hinder her. But there was no time to put the work on pause, and if there was, it was barely enough to come home late at night to fall on the bed and fall asleep for at least a few hours.

"No, this can't be happening! I've counted and checked everything," she whispered in horror, staring at the summary table. Here is the first discrepancy in the data: the amounts (stamped by her hand) differed decently from each other. The girl took a deep breath and taking a pen from the table several times crossed written. Now everything will have to start from the beginning.

Quiet knocking made her tear away from the documents. Emre Bey stood in the doorway. He sincerely smiled at his assistant, and tired but happy Aydin could not help but respond to him with the same radiant smile.

"Good morning, Leyla, may work be easy," the guy greeted her. "May I come in?"

The response was not long in coming:

"Good morning, thank you! Of course, come in Emre Bey," the girl pointed to an empty chair standing next to her and pushed several folders aside, thereby freeing Divit's place next to her. "Something happened?"

"I came to check how things are going," he said, sitting down by a row.

Leyla nodded in restraint and tried to focus on the numbers, but the attentive (or rather too attentive) of the boss toward her knocked out of the rut. Aydin reached for coffee throwing away all thoughts not related to work as far as possible, but Divit's hand suddenly intercepted her hand. The girl looked at the man in amazement; he has released her, and in justification, said:

"It's empty. You drank it all."

Interestingly, when did this aromatic, strong, and invigorating beverage end? How sometimes it's difficult to pay attention to extraneous things when you're busy!

"I forgot, overworked and forgot," Leyla laughed, but her laughter, as it seemed to the guy, wasn't as vibrant and happy as usual. "Lately, I can't concentrate without coffee, Emre Bey."