Give Me Your Hand's

The First Day I Worked

Ivy worked for a multinational textile company, Sarte. He worked as a fashion designer according to his studies in Paris. This was his dream since childhood. Just like Deniz, he also loves the world of drawing.

Scribbles after graffiti filled his drawing paper. He repeatedly squeezed the white paper and threw it in the trash next to his desk. Her job today is to design women's fashion for the summer. Ivy only had two weeks to turn her design into a piece of clothing. Sarte's company is due to hold its fashion show in a luxury hotel in Istanbul.

Ivy placed her pencil on her large workbench made of light brown wood. His eyes scanned around the room that still looked foreign to him. He turned his body a hundred and eighty degrees on a black swivel chair, now his desk was behind him.

A glass cabinet about two meters high was in front of him. In the glass cabinet there are several examples of clothing designed by previous designers. Three statues of plain mannequins stand upright next to the glass cabinet. He turned his body back into its original position.

While in front of his desk there was a long table used to cut cloth, an electric sewing machine and a cloth meter hanging on the head of the sewing machine. All the equipment is no stranger to songs for Ivy, since childhood his father has introduced all of it to him.

Had his father's company not been burned and his father not died, he would have helped Eleanor's company to get out of its slump. That's what's going through his mind right now.

At first glance the look of his father's face was changed with Kenan's face. The man who was currently close to him. His body still felt the warmth of the man's embrace last night. Kenan's sometimes soft, but sometimes frightening voice makes Ivy's heart beat fast.

Did I misinterpret his kindness and concern for me?

Ivy took a deep breath and threw it into the air. He rubbed his two folded arms.

"Maybe the person who means Kenan is a woman named Hazal," Ivy murmured softly as she stared at the electric sewing machine in front of her.

He recalled Kenan and Mehmet talking about a woman named Hazal while staying at the man's house.

The woman shook her head trying to remove Kenan's face from her mind. He again sketched his designs. The deadline is not long. Just two weeks.

As time went on, Ivy's hand continued to move on the paper. Victor's daughter worked hard on her first day, forgetting her lunch hour.

"Finally done!" exclaimed Ivy who lifted the white paper in front of him and threw his body on the back of his oval-shaped work chair. Her eyes stared at four different designs of summer clothes. Ivy gave pastel colors to his designs.

(Ivy Design Results. Source etsi.com)

The steps of his high heels were heard on the floor made of marble as he exited the elevator door. Now he is in the materials room on the third floor of Sarte company.

Inside the material room Ivy saw so many rolls of fabric with various patterns ranging from local products to foreign products. Sarte's company does not produce its own raw materials. They import or buy more often from other companies in Turkey.

"You're a new designer?" there was a woman behind Ivy.

Ivy turned her back and smiled at a young woman. "Yes. I just got to work today."

"I'm Kara. I'm in charge of this room" said the woman as she extended her hand toward Ivy. A warm smile was painted from her red lips that were daubed with lipstick.

"I'm Ivy. Nice to meet you, Kara." Ivy returned the woman's hand.

Kara's appearance is very fashionable with her work clothes in the form of skinny pants under the waist and a white top with a larger size than her slim body.

"What kind of fabric are you looking for, Ivy?" Kara approaches Victor's daughter to see a sketch made by the new designer of Sarte's company.

"I'm looking for a lightweight material in pastel colors" Ivy replied with her fingers around the rows of cloth lined up neatly in front of her.

Kara turned her back, taking a thick album containing examples of pieces of cloth Ivy meant.

"I think it's suitable for your design" Kara said, showing four to five pieces of fabric according to Ivy's request. "Are you going to be at the fashion show this season?"

"Kata Khan was like that. I've only got two weeks to get it all done" Ivy told me. His hand touched the cloth example, his creation began to play in his mind.

"I took this one" said Ivy. Her index finger chose a pink and white cloth.

"You have to show all this to Khan, and then you tell me which cloth the man has agreed to. I'll send it to the fifth floor" Kara said, handing the album over to Ivy.

Ivy received Kara's gift. "All right, I'll let you know soon."

The dark brown haired woman immediately walked out of Kara's room and climbed onto the floor where she worked.

Kara just shook her head looking at Ivy's behavior, "She's very expressive."

"Oh.. It turns out you are, Ivy! Just surprise me" Khan said, patting his chest like a grandmother with heart disease.

The gemulai man was installing beads on the wedding dress in a black mannequin statue.

"Khan, I want to hand over my summer plans" said Ivy, who handed over a map and an album from Kara.

"Let's put it on the table." Her hands were still busy putting up some crystal stones in the long dress.

Ivy did as Khan ordered. From behind the man, Ivy observed the beautiful dress. Anyone who wears that dress will definitely look very pretty.

"What do you think?" khan asked who was still struggling with his work. He knew Ivy hadn't left his room.

"A very pretty dress. Who's gonna wear it?" ask Ivy. He touched the skirt part of the dress, the material was very soft. The number one quality that this company has.

"Sarte's family's son-in-law. They will have their wedding next week" Khan replied. "But instead of you hanging out there, let's help me!"

Ivy immediately approached Khan. The woman helped her sew the folds under the dress. He saw how the man meticulously and meticulously put small, shiny stones on the dress.

"Ivy, try wearing this dress!" khan exclaimed in a waving tone after he finished putting up all the beads.

"Ehh...." Ivy just nodded. "But this dress...."

"I already know. The body posture of the son-in-law of the Sarte family is like you. Rather than me having to call the woman here, you better help me" Khan said, immediately removing the wedding dress from the mannequin statue and giving it to Ivy.

Ivy immediately took the dress to the dressing room. The dressing room is like a gymnastics studio room. With its entire wall made of mirrors. On one of its walls, there was a stage about five meters long, two meters wide and fifty centimeters high. Ivy pulled a thick gray curtain to close the stage. That's where he changed his clothes.

"Are you done, Ivy?" khan asked who went into the dressing room. The room is in front of his office.

Ivy immediately reopened the curtain. "What do you think, Khan?"

Khan surrounded Ivy while looking at her wedding dress wrapped in Ivy's beautiful body. Ivy's body is not as tall as the models, but his body is quite proportional to the height of only 168 centimeters with a weight of 50 kilograms.

"Bravo, Ivy!" khan exclaimed with his fingers forming a circle. "Oh, you look so pretty, baby."

Ivy laughed at Khan's voice. "How do you know this dress fits my size?"

"Khan.." said the man as he puffed his chest. The gentle man smiled his smile.

"My eyes are too observant compared to men's eyes in general" Khan said, pointing at his eyes and pointing at Ivy's body. Physically, Khan does look like a masculine man. But she is softer and more sensitive than women.

Ivy laughed again at the behavior of his superiors. "Can I change my clothes?"

"Please be beautiful" said Khan. "Bring the dress back to my room."

Khan left Ivy with his waving steps, the ceramic floor was like his personal catwalk.

After returning the wedding dress, Khan checked the results of Ivy's design. The man liked the design very much, it just needed some improvement so that the result looks perfect.

Ivy went back to his room, he was so excited today that he didn't feel his stomach ringing. His footsteps stopped in front of his desk. Her green-eyed bead stared at a bouquet of white lilies and a box of chocolates. His hand picked up a small red card that was stuck on top of the brown box.

"Congratulations to you, baby. It's your first day at work. May these white and brown lilies accompany you today" Ivy said after reading the letter.

Ivy clutched tightly onto the white lilies and smelled the fragrance.

Who sent these flowers and chocolates? Is that Kenan? But it seems impossible, the man does not know my favorite flower. Don't be the same as before...

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