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Chapter 48 Time for Change

- Concept Director, then? - Sinan arched an eyebrow and looked first at the absolutely imperturbable Omer, then at the pompous with importance Koray and, covering his face with his hand, whispered. - Allah, what are we getting involved in?

- Hey! Bucket! What are you muttering there? - The new director of concepts soared.

- I say, Koray, - Sinan said louder, - that if you run from work and bully everyone's brain, then I won't look, I swear to you, I won't even look at Omer! Like a bullet, you will fly back to be a photographer.

- And-and-and! Nasty, - he grimaced

"This is, first," Sinan interrupted him sternly. - Secondly, the work of a photographer is not going anywhere from you. You will continue to make catalogs.

-I will! Koray promised enthusiastically.

- Thirdly, - Omer spoke, - forget about Mert! The boy needs to finish school and go to university. He certainly won't do it by running errands for you. You have Ozie. He is a hardworking and executive guy. One assistant is enough for you. Koray sighed sadly and nodded his head in agreement. - That's great! We will give you a car. The one which Iz used. But you need to look for a driver. There are no free ones in Passionis.

- I'll find one! I'll find it! Koray clapped his hands together.

- And yet, - Omer skeptically examined Koray's elongated knitted cardigan and tapered trousers, - since you are now the director, dress accordingly. Passionis is a serious company.

- Off, you are boring, - contemptuously examined the partners Koray. Rising to his feet, he pulled his cardigan back over and shook his head proudly. - I'm tired of you. I'm going to persuade the skinny girl to shoot for the catalog.

He swam out of the office. The partners looked at each other.

- Do you think the experiment will succeed? Sinan asked.

"We'll see," Omer answered and got up from his chair too. Pulling on his jacket, straightened the belt of his trousers and said: - I'll go to my place.

- Aren't you afraid that Koray will drive Defne crazy now? - The partner asked, flashing a wide smile for all thirty-two teeth.

Omer only bit his lip and left the office with a mysterious look. He was not afraid. To be precise, he hoped it would. Koray will speak to Defne, drive her crazy, and she will rush to him for protection. And he will hug her and for a few minutes forget about Passionis, work, and other prosaic things. Will breathe her smell and indulge.

Trying to remain serious and not smile too blissful smile, Omer went to his office. The door to the next door was ajar. Laila sat at the table and brushed tears from her face. Her drooping figure was so defenseless that sympathy stirred in Omer's chest. After hesitating for a moment, he nevertheless entered her office and, without greeting, asked:

- Have you got any problems?

She looked at him plaintively, wiped away a tear from under her eyes with a graceful gesture, and answered in a trembling voice:

- Grandma got sick. High pressure and sugar. I am very worried. She and my sister are my only family. Father abandoned us, and our mother died. My grandmother has raised me and my sister alone in a neighborhood. You have no idea what it cost her! To get us back on our feet, to educate us.

- Did you grow up in a neighborhood? - Omer was surprised.

"Yes," she shot him with her eyes still rolling in tears.

Omer unwittingly noted that she was crying beautifully. No puffy nose and red spots on the face.

"If you need to be with your grandmother, you can take a couple of days off," he suggested.