Stay with me

Chapter 47 - You are my breath

Omer was confused for a moment. He did not expect to see a stranger in his office. But then he remembered that the girl was his new assistant and could enter the office in his absence. This circumstance made him angry with himself. He completely lost his mind and forgot about self-control. And he also considered himself a person who knows how to hide his feelings well. Straightening up and assuming a strict look, he greeted coldly:

- Good morning, Laila!

- Good morning, Mr. Omer! - She answered with a hoarse voice.

- Today you have a meeting with the designers, and I decided to prepare everything necessary for it.

She moved away from the table and with a slow movement of her hand brushed her hair behind her back. Omer walked by. Stopping by his chair, he nodded toward the door.

- You are free now. I'll handle the meeting myself.

- What about your schedule? And morning coffee? - Laila did not budge. She looked intently and fiddled with a button on her chest.

"Send the schedule by e-mail," Omer ordered, sitting down at the table and looking down at the folder with the documents. - Bring coffee in twenty minutes. And also, go down to the cafe and get me some toast and cheese. I didn't have time for breakfast today, - he said the last words mechanically. All his attention had already been given to work.

Laila pursed her lips. Anger flashed in slanting eyes and disappeared.

"Okay, Mr. Omer," she said and headed for the door.

- Wait, - called the boss and she, delighted by his call, looked around. He nodded at the glass partition between the offices.

- Close the blinds, - ordered and bent over the documents.

She complied with the order and disappeared. Omer breathed out a sigh of relief, left the table, and opened the window. This sugary perfume choked him and got on his nerves. Something was disturbing in this smell and to the girl herself, like a dope. He shook his head and berated himself for his prejudice. In forty minutes a meeting with the design department. He needs to do the preparation, and not dwell on unreasonable anxiety.

The meeting dragged on. Mostly because of Koray, who came to also and his endless chatter interfered with the work process. In his usual manner, he criticized Zeyneb's drawings, praised only himself, and hissed at the new assistant:

- And-and-and, ugly! Why dyed her hair red? It doesn't suit you at all! What were you like there? Brunette, blonde? So be it! You do not have a solar aura and do not try to imitate the original.

Laila smiled meekly and replied:

- Mr. Koray, red is my natural hair color.

- And-and-and! The photographer grimaced again. "She's also a liar. Thinks that you can cheat me! Me! He pointed a finger at his chest. - Koray Sargin! You can circle your finger on this issue. Yes, I see dyed hair a kilometer away...

- Koray! Omer shouted at him. - Kindly, get down to business, and let us work in peace. Did you see the direction of the collection? Koray frowned resentfully but nodded. - That's great! Go to your place and come up with a concept. If it is great, then the position of the concept director is yours.

Zeyneb and Kıvanc stared at the boss with open mouths, and Koray jumped up and yelled:

- Me? Director?! Omyush, my prince of brunettes! Eyes like olives! Gorgeous hair! Ay, this is a retreat! Do not pay attention to. Yes, I will make such a concept that the whole world will be at the feet of Passionis! Your collection will be talked about for five years! He slammed the fingers of one hand into the palm of the other and made a graceful gesture with his hand. - I'm going to work.