The consequences of falling

Chapter 8

About an hour later... in the same building...

He wasn't surprised to get this phone-call – sooner or later she was bound to call him with all the recent developments in mind. What he WAS surprised with was her tone – angry and accusing:

- Who does he think he is? And why haven't YOU told me that Can is back?

Emre's eyebrows shot up and he leaned a little away from the phone because all the screaming could very well have damaged his hearing. He wasn't used to that kind of treatment from his former assistant, she was an exemplary staple of pristine and dignified behaviour through and through. He tried reasoning with her:

- Leyla, what has happened now? I'm sure, we can solve it...

Yet another scream from her side but somehow Emre heard it reverberate through the halls as well, like double echo:

- There's no WE, I'd told you that before! How dare you ask me what has happened as if it wasn't you who'd orchestrated the whole thing!

The last words Emre heard not through phone but personally from Leyla who'd stormed into his office. He winced at the thought that her entire speech was happening while she was marching through the agency but then remembered that Can has made everyone to leave early today and the floor was empty. The floor was empty...

Leyla was beautiful. She always was, her big shining eyes and sensuous lips and lean frame of a body... damn these thoughts, they always got them into unappropriated tightness!

And today she was entirely different type of beauty! Shooting lightnings, all spikes and hiss, her hair loose and flaring up while she stormed towards him. As his princess-warrior stopped in front of him, Emre stood up. He wanted to think he did it for politeness but, to be honest, he did it to feel himself taller again – she was that intimidating in her fury. For she continued to spout accusations at him:

- Why do you keep messing with my family? Is it not enough to break my heart, so you need to collect my sister's too? Why are you so hell-bent on destroying my life?

Emre shook as if her words were physical punches and he was barely holding it together. He accented every word trying to let them sink in:

- What. Ever. Have. I. Done. Now?

Leyla shouted right to his face, pressing her pointing finger into his chest in hard pricks as she spoke:

- As if you don't know! Can-bey came back and accosted my sister! And you'd let everyone go early – I'm sure it's so that Can-bey can kidnap my sister again with no witnesses and no real help! And now she's scared to get out of her office and is still there, crying her heart out! And you didn't even tell me he came back so I could prepare her! Didn't you know what state she was in all this time? Don't you have any mercy? Or a heart?

And that did it! It was time to shoot back and Emre went for it full on! No matter how much he loved her, he was not about to let this beautiful fury to treat him like that!

- Oh, I do have it! The heart, I mean! Or I used to before you took it with you and made holes in it and are using it as a keychain ring, probably! And I did try to tell you, but you didn't pick up the phone – as you ALWAYS do! And it wasn't me who'd let everyone go but Can – he's still one of the managing partners here, if you remember!

Leyla stepped backwards and Emre stepped forward. She felt anger sipping out of her as he spoke, returning her accusation. He did call her today, even wrote something – but she'd deleted it without reading. Osman was driving both her and Sanem to work today and Leyla didn't want him to see her cry without being able to explain why. And she did realize that Emre would not go as far as to try and help his brother to ruin her sister's life again... but somehow seeing Sanem hide away in her office and crying struck a familiar cord... which led Leyla back to where this cord was attached... to Emre.