Int: Cemre - Blog Posts
"Yes some days it feels like I don't stop. Hence the smoke breaks." Cindy chuckled before nodding. "Indeed yes, Laurie is a good friend of mine."
"That must be interesting. Keeps you busy I'm sure." It piqued Cemre's interest. "I work as a personal assistant for Laurie Morganthal. He is the CEO of Empire State publications. Have you heard of him?"
"Criminal prosecution," Cynthia said with a small smile, as much as she enjoyed her job she was never sure how to talk about it. So many people found it odd or boring. "What about you?"
Law interested her. Especially when she was reading over some of the contracts that Mr. Morganthal had. She liked to double check things for him. "What exactly do you do?" Cemre knew there were different branches.
"I do indeed, the fascinating world of law." Even Cynthia could recognise how dull her work could be so it was with a slight sigh more than a laugh that she responded.
Smith would cope, and then he would complain, because that was what he was good at. Deep breath. It would be the holidays soon and she could forget about work for a week. "I guess we'll find out shortly." She gives a small chuckle.
Her eyes glance up at the building. "You work here?"
"Oh you shouldn't have to be nicer. I'm sure he can cope," Cynthia said with a small shrug, perhaps she was becoming more callous than usual but she was sure if the roles were reversed Cemre would have been expected to be fine.
"Not interrupted at all, just a cigarette break."
Cemre wanted to believe she dealt with it. She was sure Smith would give her a call in an hour with the same story and she would have to stand her ground. Thankfully there was only one more day before she was off for a little.
"I hope so. I don't think I could be much more nicer to him." She offers the woman a smile. "I hope I didn't interrupt anything." She had already made a fool of herself.
Smoke breaks were integral to Cindy's day. A bad habit that she'd repeatedly tried to curb but never quite manage. It was one of those breaks that she was having when the other started ranting. Cindy was impressed if nothing else and only shrugged when Cemre apologised.
"Please don't worry. Sounds like you dealt with it all very well,"
Where: Fifth Ave Who: Open
"No, that isn't what I said." Cemre tucks herself off to the back side of the sidewalk, agitation rolling off her tongue. "We are keeping the time we agreed to. I don't care Smith, Mr. Morganthal will be there and if your client isn't there, then this deal will not go through." Teeth sink into her bottom lip listening to them speak, trying to hold back the anger slowly rising. It was the holidays and she should be in the spirit. "That isn't our problem. We didn't mess up. You did. Fix it on your end. I have to go. He better be there." She hangs up the phone, her body trembling. Confrontation, especially with those that tried to talk down at her like she didn't know what she was doing, riled her up.
"Seni pislik," she mutters in Turkish, turning around, eyes widening seeing someone standing there. "I'm so sorry you had to hear all of that." Her cheeks flush out of embarrassment.