Artemis (CanEm Fan-Fiction)

Chapter Forty

When Sanem got to work the next morning, she was completely and utterly frazzled (for a lack of a better word) Her head was muddled after the chaotic night she had had with Can and the confrontation about their relationship with her parents. As soon as they had left, they'd jumped down her throat with questions and accusations which had only ended a few hours prior. With the distant tweeting of birds and daylight enveloping the night sky, the Aydin's had called it a night, or a really, really early morning and parted their ways. But the conversations with her father had left Sanem unable to think about anything other than Can. He had brought up marriage, something neither of them had vocalised.

Sanem had always pictured herself getting married – the nightmares of her wedding with Muzzo still fresh in her mind – however, she had never truly imagined how she would go about the whole marriage process. She had briefly envisioned the dress but never the man, never the telling the parents part: the planning, the time, the emotions. Sanem was a stranger to the whole process and she desperately wanted to talk to Can. He was the man she confided in, the man who she leaned in for support and today was no different.

But just like everything in Sanem's life, nothing really went to plan. When she rocked up to work with dark circles under her eyes and in whatever outfit she could piece together with fatigue, she realised that there was actually a lot of work to do.  According to Deren, Can and Polen, much to Sanem's dismay, were out for another meeting about her cookbook which left the women of the office to run the show. Whilst CeyCey met everyone's coffee and vegan snack needs, Deren, Sanem, Leyla and Guliz hit the drawing board with ideas about potential marketing schemes for Polen's cookbook. They'd been going at it for the majority of the day. 

"She's writing about a lot of foreign recipes, maybe we can use different languages and flags on the cover?" Guliz suggested. 

"That's a great idea-"

"Nobody will get it." Sanem didn't mean to sound like a party pooper but she was severely sleep deprived, thinking about her impending future with Can and expressing her open irritability at Polen's magical (and oddly convenient reappearance) "We need to appeal to the main Turkish demographic which is largely housewives. These women want good, wholesome recipes that are inviting, that will satisfy their families. Steering them towards something different might not work in terms of successful sales."

Deren, who had originally been all for Guliz's idea, found herself agreeing with Sanem. As much as the two battled heads within the office, Deren could no longer ignore just how intellectual Sanem was. With no past experience in marketing, Deren was impressed and tried to hide her pride-filled smile behind a folder. 

"I agree." Deren tried to rack through her brain for more ideas but was coming back blank. "How about we branch off and try to get some inspiration? Staring at this plain board is driving me a bit crazy." 

The women separated and Sanem knew the best place to find her inspiration - without Can - was by being completely by herself. She was the type of person who liked to bounce off her own thoughts and so she headed to the basement where nobody tended to frequent. It was just a room filled with old folders and empty desks and Sanem tried to get her creative juices flowing. She aimlessly flipped through pages off an old file and tapped her fingers rhythmically against the table but ... nothing.  She could only think about herself, her life, her love ... nothing else. 

It was then that Sanem took the moment to truly think about it all - a life with Can.

He had been so certain about marriage when talking to her father and unexpectedly for Sanem, it was sexy. There was just something about how he sure he had sounded about wanting her in his future that made Sanem want to hold onto him for an eternity.