Stay with me

Chapter 50 - Angels on guard

Turning away, Leila took a spray from her purse and discreetly splashed it into her eyes. The response was immediate. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Hiding the bottle back in her purse, she went to the programmer and, sobbing loudly, sat down next to him. He pulled the headphones out of his ears and stared at her with a confused look.

- L-l-аila? What's the matter?

"I'm lost," she drawled plaintively and raised a napkin to her eyes. "If you don't help, I'm finished! I will be fired from work for nothing. Only because Mr. Koray disliked me. Nagging at me, I don't understand why!

"Don't pay attention to him," Zubeyir began to persuade her. - He nags at everyone. This is Mr. Koray! He also calls me ugly.

- You? Laila opened her eyes in mock surprise. - But you're beautiful! And so smart!

Zubeyir blossomed before her eyes. Even the protruding ears were pink with pleasure. The subject of his dreams considers him beautiful! Yes, he will do anything for her! Even from the Bosphorus Bridge, he will jump straight into the winter strait!

- But why are you crying? He asked the plaintively sobbing girl. "The bosses don't care what Mr. Кoray thinks about the employees. They were used to his antics.

- Lady Defne's dress for the photoshoot was ruined by whipped cream. She had to wear something else. She also slipped and nearly fell. It turned out that the soles of the shoes were stained with oil.

- But what have you got to do with it?

- I was preparing shoes and the dress for the photo session in Mr. Koray's office! - Laila sobbed bitterly again. - Remember, you still helped me.

- I remember, - Zubeyir said thoughtfully. - I was with you, and then Nazlican called me because the e-mail stopped working.

- Exactly! - she exclaimed, - and I stayed for a few more minutes. And now Mr. Koray will blame me for what happened. And I'm not guilty of anything! It was as if he had accidentally soiled the dress with cream, and then took up the shoes with his greasy hands. And I cannot lose this job. My grandmother is sick! And more ... more ... how will I live without seeing you ...

Laila sobbed loudly. Zubeyir felt dizzy. Allah! Really beautiful Laila fell in love with him! But how can he help her?

- I know! He exclaimed. - I will tell Mr. Omer that I was with you all the time, and we left the office together!

- You also need to change the recordings of video cameras. As if I followed you into the Passionis reception room and immediately went to my office.

- A simple matter, - assured Zubeyir and tapped his fingers on the laptop keys. A picture of the reception area, the secretary's desk, and the doors to the offices of Iplikci and his assistant appeared on the screen. Nazlican passed, followed by Zubeyir himself. The programmer began to do some manipulations with the video recording and the period between his appearance, and after him, Laila disappeared. The video looked like she entered the waiting room with him and immediately went to her room. - Now I will change the time - he again pounded on the keys. - Like this! Ok.

- And no one can figure out that you changed the records? - Stopping crying, Laila asked cautiously.

- Except me - nobody! The programmer said boastfully. "Only I have access to edit the records, but not even the head of the security department knows about it. Don't worry, no one will suspect anything.

Laila, looking at him with the innocent look of the fawn Bambi, smiled an alluring smile, and kissed him on the cheek. Zubeyir's face flushed red. Not believing his happiness, he, stammering, asked: