Give Me Your Hand's

Ivy Knows Letter of Offer From Puzulla Company

Sophia looked at the Ferrite car that was slowly leaving the cafe. He got into his own car which was red, rewinded the four-wheeled vehicle and then moved towards the highway. His heart was too excited to realize that a car was following him from behind. The grey van belongs to the boys

Hasan.

Elsewhere, Hasan was trailing Cansu who was having lunch with Mehmet at the Istanbul Cafe.

The crooked-nosed man rubbed his face as soon as he saw Cansu and Mehmet coming out of the cafe hand in hand. He grinned, saw Mehmet kissing Cansu's cheek and the two of them got into a Jeep car towards Cansu's workplace.

So the owner of the boxing gym was Sophia's daughter's lover. The world is so narrow, man-deaf!

Ferit's men remembered the fight between him and Mehmet at the boxing gym. Mehmet and his men, who had freed Ivy, made him the target of Ferit's anger.

To this day, the reconnaissance of Hasan and his men stopped in front of Sophia's house at the eve of the night. The mother and son went in

in the house alternately.

Cansu who had just returned home from his office instantly dropped himself on the sofa. From the middle room he noticed his mother's unusual attitude. Today her mother continues to develop her smile.

“Cansu, what do you think Mom looks like?" asked Sophia who had just come out of her room wearing a blazer suit and a pair of high-heeled pantofel shoes like a career woman who works in an office.

Sophia's daughter scrunched her forehead to see the clothes worn by her mother and some other formal clothing set in her mother's hands. The clothes look new. Still attached the price tag and the brand.

“You can't just shut up! Tell me is Mom still fit to go to the office?” press Sophia.

“Ya... yes...” Cansu nodded his head, as he did not know what to say. He saw that his mother was too old to work in the office and that his mother actually got a job.

“Which company would accept Mom as its employee?” ask Cansu. The young woman stood up and approached her mother. He could see the details of the clothes his mother was wearing.

Sophia scrunched her forehead looking like she was thinking of giving an answer to her daughter.

Cansu must not know that I have exchanged Ivy's marriage information for Kozan Company shares. Just leave it like this, because I can still get something more out of Ferrit if I keep giving out information about Ivy.

“Only small company, you will not know,” by Sophia.

The young woman held both of her mother's arms, looked at her then said, ”Mom didn't do anything evil right?”

“Do you think Mom is a criminal? You are so outrageous, Cansu!” yelled Sophia who immediately brushed off her two daughters arms. He packed a few new clothes and went into the room.

Both of Cansu's shoulders suddenly lifted and the blue bead of eyes was immediately closed upon hearing the sound of the room door being slammed by Sophia.

I hope this has nothing to do with Ivy….

Afternoon at the Falea Apartment

The wedding of Eleanor's two daughters is less than a week away. During the night Ivy tries to finish her wedding dress and Cansu's. Now the two dresses are wrapping two black mannequin statues. The bottom of the dress swept the floor of her two-meter-long study. A sewing needle slurped into the pores of the white-colored fabric, attaching tiny beads that resembled sparkling stones at the waist of the A-line-cut dress.

“Auw...,” cried Ivy quietly. She immediately removed her index finger from the wedding dress.

“You okay?” Kenan who had been sitting facing his laptop immediately came to his lover.

A red liquid flowed out soaking Ivy's index finger. Kenan quickly picked up a piece of tissue and a wound-wrapping cloth that was on his desk. He put Ivy's hand on his lap.

“It's just a small wound. I'm used to it,” said Ivy who saw panic on Kenan's face.

“What is ordinary? The name of the small wound must also be treated. If not treated immediately, this will be an infection.” The man cleaned the blood coming out of Ivy's index finger, then covered the wound from the needle prick with a piece of wound-wrapping cloth.

Ivy could only exhale deeply at Kenan's slightly exaggerated actions. Not usually the man is this panicked, it is he who always panics in almost every situation. She looked at the face of her future husband.

“Do not force yourself. If you're tired, rest. I don't want you to get sick just to finish this dress,” Kenan said. With both of his palms he framed Ivy's oval face.

Ivy took one of Kenan's hands and kissed the coarse-textured finger of the hand.

“Thanks, Honey. I'll rest if I feel tired. Let's just say it's a client's order and I have to finish it on time.”

“You are, always stubborn.” Kenan rubbed the top of Ivy's head and carried her into his arms.

From behind the chest of the field, Ivy slightly laughed then said, “But you like the under-covered Ivy, the frantic Ivy, the stubborn Ivy, the whiny Ivy, the Ivy..”.

“Tell me one by one,” said Kenan who also laughed at the words of his lover. In fact, he did like all the things Ivy mentioned earlier.

"Thank you, sweetheart. You are so patient with me" said Kenan, rubbing her back gently and placing her head on the head of her bride-to-be.

The couple waited a few more days to formalize their relationship as a couple.

For a few minutes they hugged each other and clutched their fingers. Then Ivy released himself from Kenan's arms. He moved from his place and looked around the dress with the A-line model in front of him.

“Oh thank God, my blood doesn't stain Cansu's dress,” Ivy murmured.

Ivy checked her dress that was in front of Kenan, her bead did not see the red stain was decorating her wedding dress, then she shook her head to the man.

“I will continue my work again.” Ivy started preparing to put the needle back in.

Kenan just shook his head looking at Ivy who insisted on working on her wedding dress back. “Rest if you're tired. I'll be out.”

After Kenan left her study, Ivy was still struggling with her work sticking one by one the beads that would decorate Cansu's wedding dress.

It was late afternoon, when the beads belonging to Cansu had been plugged all while the dress itself still looked plain. Ivy stretched her arm and waist muscles which began to feel stiff. A smile was etched from his thin lips.

My tired pain paid off, seeing that this dress was finished. Cansu will definitely look very pretty when wearing this dress. You and I grew up together, and soon we'll let go of our girlhood together.

“Do you remember our childhood promise, Cansu?” Ivy talks to a statue of a mannequin wearing a Cansu wedding dress.

“When our class president sent me a love letter and it turned out that you loved that boy too. That time you immediately asked me to promise not to love the same man as you.” Ivy chuckled in light of what happened a few years ago.

“Now that we've grown up, you and I have found each other's love. May you and I be happy with a man of our own choice. I can only pray for you, sister." Ivy rubbed the clear liquid hanging in the corner of her eye.

After cleaning her study, Ivy swung her steps towards the door. But the ringing sound of his phone dampened his steps. He turned his back and took the phone he had placed on his desk.

“Number foreign. Whose number is this?” muttered Ivy stared at the several rows of numbers on her phone screen. A moment of thought gave a name that is Ferit.

The phone kept ringing. With a hint of hesitation, Ivy swiped the green button on the screen. His heart was a little relieved because what he heard was the voice of a woman.

“Good afternoon. Can I speak to Ivy Eleanor of the Falaea Company?”

“Yes, I'm Ivy Eleanor. You who?” asked Ivy who replied to the woman's conversation with her formal language.

“I Pinar from Puzulla Company.”

“Puzulla?” Ivy frowned as if she had heard the name of the company.

“Puzulla is a company engaged in textile and fashion. Some time ago, you sent us an example of clothing design design.”

“Oh yes... yes, I remember now. Then how did it go? Did you guys accept my plan?” Ivy walked over to his desk.

“Have you not received any notification letters and emails from us? Puzulla is very interested and accepts your design design. We intend to cooperate with Falea.” Company

Ivy scratched her forehead after hearing the woman's words.

“Email? Notification letter? When did you send that letter? I have not received any letters and emails from Puzulla,”, Ivy said as she pulled up her work chair and sat herself on a rotating chair.

“About one week ago, Miss."

"Oh... Then what is the Puzulla Company offer still valid?" After saying his question Ivy bit his lower lip, regretting why the email and letter did not get to his place. He hopes Puzulla still gives him a chance.

"Actually we're waiting for a decision from you, Miss Ivy. We give a deadline until tomorrow, if you are not ready with the offer we provide, then we will find another candidate. How's Miss?”

“Tomorrow I'll come to Puzulla's office.”

"alright. You can look for me in the general section" Pinar told Ivy.

The phone conversation was also interrupted. Ivy steps up to Kenan's desk and turns on his girlfriend's laptop. They only have one laptop that is used to run the Falaea Company.

His fingers danced over the keyboard plugging in the password on the laptop. Ivy opened Falaea's email and searched for Puzulla's name in her inbox.

There's no Puzulla here. But the woman said that they sent an email last week.

Ivy opened another page with a picture of a garbage box. He also found Puzulla's name there, but the result was nil. There's no name for it.

There was no way the woman would lie. There must have been someone in this apartment who had deleted it. Only me and Kenan know the password of this laptop. Did Kenan do it? It seemed impossible, he also hoped that Falaea would get a project. If only he had done it, Kenan would have accidentally deleted it.

Ivy shook her head trying to convince herself that this was just an accident. He's trying to track down everything that happened about a week ago.

One week ago, Kenan and I had just arrived from Paris. That afternoon at the dinner table, Nur told him there was a letter for Falaea. Later that night, Kenan told me that the letter contained only business credit offers. But.. The next day, I found paper shreds…. Oh my God, I wish all I could find was....

Ivy immediately opened his desk drawer and picked up the black plastic that was there. He opened the plastic and poured all the contents on the table. This time he saw the paper tear was like a puzzle game that he had to put together to find the answer.

It didn't take long to reassemble the paper. After everything had been arranged in place, he glued the pieces of paper together with tape. The brown-eyed bead opened wide as he looked and read every sentence written on the perfectly formed paper.

It turns out that Puzulla accepted my design. But why was this letter torn? who could do this?

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