Stay with me

Chapter 48 Time for Change

She shook her head.

- No. My sister is with her now. But thanks for your concern. And for talking to me. I really felt better

Omer nodded and spoke about work:

- Did you send Shinasi a new version of the contract?

- Just yesterday.

- When he calls, immediately connect with me.

After giving the order, he went to his room.

Looking at the closed door, Laila removed the plaintive expression from her face and, rubbing her eyes angrily, swore:

- Damn drops! Now my eyes will burn for half a day, - she looked at the closed blinds and hissed: - What sacrifices I endure because of you! Just try to kick me off. I'll beat the living daylights out of you!

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- Skinny girl! Koray's voice boomed in the corridor.

Defne jumped in place and stared at the door in dismay. It flew open, and the crazy photographer in a picture pose froze in the doorway.

- M-mister Koray! How can you scare me so? - She was indignant and immediately went on the attack: - I will not do gymnastics now! I have no time. Full of work! I won't! I say exactly! I won't!

- Ay, she screamed! - The uninvited guest grimaced with displeasure. - I will not force you. I'm kind today! Just get this clear relief off your face! Otherwise, I'll change my mind, - a frightened expression returned to Defne's face. Koray smiled flatteringly and, heavily squeezing his large body into a chair on the other side of the table, asked: - Skinny, do you know who is in front of you?

- Yes, it seems, there was no amnesia, - Defne muttered and added louder: - Mr. Koray, I remember that you are a brilliant photographer, artist, creative personality, and delicate soul. Only, please, tell me why you came and leave. I have a lot of work.

- Ay, you don't know anything! Backward! Before you - the creative director of Passionis, - he proudly raised his head and turned to her in profile.

- Is it true? - Defne opened her eyes in disbelief. - Omer didn't tell me anything. Congratulations, Mr. Koray! For you is easy to work in a new place. I am very happy for you, but if this is all, then let everyone do their own work.

- Why did you do repeat "your work, your work"! I'm in business! Omer approved my concept. But the truth! How could he not approve? I'm a genius! Now all women will want Omer Iplikci! - Defne choked and began to gasp for air. Koray leaned over the table and, slapping her on the back, shouted. - Well! Why are you staring with your eyes like that? His shoes they will want! Shoes!

- Ah, shoes, - Defne exhaled.

- Shoes, of course! What else? No, well, he, of course, is handsome, tall, his hair is thick, his eyes like olives ... yes! I forgot! More muscles. Women love muscles. But cold as an iceberg! Who can stand him? Well, except for you. You fell in love with him and you pamper him...

- A-ah-ah! - Defne could not resist. - Mr. Koray go to the topic!

- And-and-and! Deaf! Hears nothing! I crossed over long ago. I say - Omyush approved the concept. Cinderella wears the right shoes and becomes a princess. Cinderella - you, Princess you too! Means what? You are the model too!

- What?! Am I sleeping and seeing a nightmare? Defne pinched her hand. - No, I do not sleep! - She shook her head and, in the most strict tone, which she was capable of, declared: - Mr. Koray - this is out of the question! I have a lot of work! Look for someone who does it professionally. There are a dime a dozen models in Turkey. And there is even more in the world. Anyone would consider it a pleasure to be a model for Passionis.