Chocolate & Whiskey

Archive

White-colored racks filled with colorful folders seemed to surround Leyla from all sides, like high and impregnable walls of an intricate labyrinth. In the last few days, the Fikri Harika's archive has become for her, apparently, the only secluded place on the planet where she could be left alone with her thoughts. It is unlikely that someone from the staff will be looking for her here, in this bright room, cluttered with cabinets with documentation, where usually came only when needed. Well, let it be: Aydin will always have time to do the necessary work moreover she will have time to do it flawlessly so that everyone around will look at her with respect and trembling. Today, her colleagues had a lot to do. The next filming was approaching, and all the forces of the team went to their high-quality organization: tension reigned in the agency, and they kept running back and forth to check that everything was going according to plan. The girl sighed: working in such a bustle turned out to be much more difficult than she thought, and her absence in the workplace hardly that someone would be able to notice because everyone was engaged in the work entrusted to them. And to whom could she need it on such a day?

Assistant Chief Financial Officer. First assistant, right hand. In a pinch, the secretary, the trusted person. But not in any way the beloved. Without looking, Aydin pulled the first folder from the nearest shelf and began to scroll through the attached files in the hope to dispel the already had time to get bored of sad thoughts about everything that happened. They needed to talk and calm down; they're adults, after all. She needed to calm down and listen. But listen to Emre Divit she wanted least of all; she was horrified to realize that she hates him for what he did to her, hates till shiver, till tingle in fingertips in the moments when he passes by her. Never in her life has she hated so much! The thought of him makes her mood spoil, as if on a click, and everything around was becoming colorless: even these bright, colourful folders. Leyla had hoped that all surely be held over time. Feelings that raged in her, at some point will fade, as Christmas candles, and calm down, leaving her alone. But time passed ― the day has just flown, three days, and then a week. Time passed, but the feelings didn't go away. And it has annoyed the girl even more.

He walked in with a quick step, slamming the front door, and a loud clap echoed through the entire room, making Aydin flinch. So rudely and unceremoniously burst into this quiet, cozy shelter, just like it had once in her heart.

"I know you're here," Emre had no idea in which side of the archive he would be able to find Leyla, but he was pleased with one thing: they would be left alone here for a long time, and he would finally be able to explain everything. "I've searched the entire agency looking for my secretary, and if you think there's not so much work, I will undoubtedly prove you wrong."

"I'm working, Emre Bey, but without you," Aydin came out from behind a nearby rack with a pile of documents hastily taken from the shelves.

Divit turned to her and froze for a moment. The girl's look was so angry and distant that a chill involuntarily ran down his back. However, he gathered, pulled himself together and, giving his voice confidence, he drawled:

"My assistant is working without me," he came closer and began to examine the folders in her hands with fake interest. "And besides, what an irony, working on budgets from three years ago. Why would that be, Leyla Hanım?"

The blonde blushed deeply. Lost in thought, she must not have noticed at all how she entered one of the distant parts of the archive. Just think! He'd taken her by surprise again! But she wasn't going to lose her composure again.

"We, in connection with the recent events, are forbidden to do anything together," Aydin muttered in response and bypassing the guy, walked to the nearest table.