
Hazal stopped his car in front of the Istanbul Prosecutor's building, and he stepped up the stairs to get into the government building. In his hand was a map containing his diploma and his work experience letter as a junior prosecutor in New York. In front of the administration room he asked the officer who was there, where he could hand over the letters.
The officer came out of his desk, stepped out, and Hazal followed him from behind. They walked into a corridor inside the building and climbed to the third floor using ordinary stairs.
Carvings from the reign of the Ottoman king decorate the interior of the building. They came before a door with two large twin doors, twice the height of Hazal.
The officer asks for the map Hazal brought, and knocks on one of the door leaves in front of him. Then he asked Hazal to wait for him outside. The officer went inside, it was unclear what the officer was doing. From outside Hazal could not hear his voice. Hazal thought that maybe the officer was telling his superior.
Shortly after, the officer came out of the room and invited Hazal to come inside. Hazal thanked the officer, then Hazal stepped both feet into the large room.
The Chief Prosecutor's room was so written on the doorstep. Entering the large room like being crushed by tens of kilos plus he saw a man sitting in his large work chair, like he was facing a king.
A signboard that stands upright on the table with the words ONUR ARTAMA, under the writing is written his position as the Chief Prosecutor. Hazal stared at the face of the Chief Prosecutor who was almost the same age as his father, the shape of his face that was round with hair that began to run out in the front of his head, a bushy whisker and sideburn of a mixture of partly black and partly white filled the cheek and chin area. "He's like Sultan Sulaiman, the Ottoman King in the Great Century movie" Hazal murmured to himself.
"Sit down" said the Chief Prosecutor as his gaze glanced at Hazal who was standing in front of him. Hazal pulls out a chair in front of the Attorney General's desk and sits on it.
"Your name is Hazal Aksal?" ask the Chief Prosecutor who is still opening the pages of Hazal's letter.
"Yes, Sir. My name is Hazal Aksal" Hazal said, staring at the Chief Prosecutor.
The Chief Prosecutor stopped opening the sheets of Hazal's letter and moved the letter beside his desk, then he looked at Hazal and said, "From tomorrow, you can serve here. Smith and the Senior Prosecutor in New York have recommended you,"
"Smith Lloyd? Fbi agents? You know Smith?" asked Hazal who was surprised and squinted her two beads.
"Yes, he was my student when I was a lecturer at the law school in New York" the Chief Prosecutor said in a flat manner without a smile on his face. "Come back tomorrow, there's an assignment for you."
After saying that, the Chief Prosecutor turned his gaze to the files on his desk. Then Hazal said goodbye and left the government building. After exiting the building, it was as if Hazal could breathe air freely.
Hazal was driving his car at a moderate pace, he saw his watch, "It's still too early for lunch" he muttered in the car. He deliberately chose the furthest route to get to the hotel owned by his family.
About an hour later, he put his car in front of the hotel lobby. He stepped his foot and entered the hotel lobby, "If it's not wrong, Japheth's room must be the same as my father's room, it must be on the fifteenth floor of this building." Then he chose to enter the elevator at the far right, which has access to go directly to the President Director's room.
The elevator doors open, Hazal tries to remember where her father's room was. He walked straight for about ten steps, then he turned to the right. He saw two tables in front of him, one table looks empty, while the other table has residents. A young woman noticed his arrival and greeted him.
Hazal returned the young woman's greeting, and walked towards the President Director's room. But the young woman rushed to run and blocked Hazal from entering the room, the young woman said, "Sorry Miss, Miss, you can't enter this room."
Hazal was surprised by the young woman's words, "Alright, show me the room where Lord Japheth Aksal is !!" hazal said to the young woman in front of him.
"What?" ask Hazal who is surprised. "Then show me where Mr. Emir Aksal's room is, I'll wait for him there."
The young woman insisted on not showing or opening the door of Japheth's room. Hazal starts to get a little upset with the young woman's treatment, before long Lady Rachel shows up.
"Mrs Rachel, can you help me?" asked Hazal who looked happy with the arrival of her father's secretary.
"Miss...., are you Miss Hazal Aksal?" mrs Rachel asked who was surprised by the appearance of Hazal who was already a young woman.
"Yes, it's Hazal Aksal, you remember me, right? I wanted to see Japheth, but this young woman got in my way, and asked me to make an appointment first" Hazal said.
Madam Rachel approached Hazal and the young lady as she said, "I'm sorry Miss Hazal, I'm sorry about this new secretary, she just worked here, not knowing who Miss is, forgive me for not teaching him either."
"Bahar, hurry up and apologize to Miss Hazal !! She is the daughter of Mr. Emir and Mr. Japheth's sister" Mrs Rachel told the young woman.
The young woman looked surprised because she felt she had made a mistake. Soon he reached out his hand to apologize to Hazal.
"That's it, it's okay. I instead praised her attitude, which does not allow just anyone to enter her superior's room" Hazal said with a smile. "Now can I come in?"
"Come on Miss.," replied Mrs Rachel and Bahar simultaneously.
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