Stay with me

Chapter 53 - Watchful eye

By morning, Defne felt almost healthy. The head did not hurt, and she had no fever. The throat slightly hurts, and her voice remained hoarse, but such trifles could be ignored. She hinted at going to work, but Omer didn't even want to hear about it.

- Have you lost your mind?! - He was indignant. - Do you want complications and go to the hospital? Stay home and gain strength. Please, - remembering the independent character of his wife, added and kissed her on the cheek.

Defne did not want complications. To the hospital too. So she prudently listened to her husband's request and stayed at home. Overjoyed by her consent, Omer kissed her, promised to return early, and left for Passionis.

In the office, before going to his room, he looked at the assistant and, without greeting, ordered:

- Laila, come to me. Immediately.

"All right, Mr. Omer," she replied meekly. - I'll just make your coffee.

When Layla entered the office with a cup in hand, the boss was sitting in his chair, and his expression did not bode well. She put the coffee on the table and walked back a couple of steps. Scanning her with an impenetrable gaze, Omer asked:

- Laila, did you come here yesterday in my absence?

The assistant smoothed her red hair and licked her full lips with a sharp tongue. Then she raised her innocent eyes to the boss and said:

- Yes, Mr. Omer. I brought in a folder with documents. I was only here for a couple of minutes.

- And in those two minutes, you managed to answer my wife's phone call? - Omer did not ask but stated a fact. Cold and ironic.

"The naive was not so proud," thought Laila angrily. She felt uneasy, but the cunning girl was not going to show it. Blinking wide eyes, she hurried to justify herself:

- Yes, it happened. You were not there, and Mrs. Defne called. I thought the call was important and answered.

- You thought that the call was important, but didn't tell me anything about it?

Black eyes scanned her and burned through her. Laila lowered her gaze and feigned remorse:

- Excuse me, Mr. Omer! But your wife didn't say a word. Immediately ended the call. I thought ... nothing urgent...

- Don't you think that you're thinking too much, but not what is needed? Let me decide for myself what is important and what is not," the boss chided her, minting words. "It was your duty to inform me of the call. No more, no less. Making decisions for me or my wife is definitely not your responsibility. Kindly never allow yourself to do that again.

"I beg your pardon," the assistant whispered in a dull voice and, sniffling, dabbed the knuckle of her index finger under her eye. But the iceberg did not pay any attention to her tears. He continued the questioning:

- This is, firstly. Secondly, how did it happen that Defne's call disappeared from my phone?

"I don't know, Mr. Omer," Leila stammered. - Maybe something with the phone? Ask Zubeyir.

"You can go," the boss pointed to the door with his chin. - Ask Zubeyir to come to me.

Leila jumped out of the office and leaned against the wall with her back. Here you are! Are these crazy people telling each other every little detail?

- Received a scolding from Mr. Omer? - Nazlican smiled sympathetically from behind her counter.

- Uh-huh, - Laila nodded.

- Do not worry. Mr. Omer is strict but fair. Try not to mess up anymore today, and by evening he will forget about everything.

"Thanks for the advice," Laila held out and hurried to Zubeyir.