Chapter 2
The Boss
Giulia
"Is it for me?" I asked, extending my hand towards the soda can he was holding out.
"Yes, yes, here! The man doesn't look at us!" he replied, amused by the situation.
I let out a sympathetic laugh when I heard his accent. It didn't sound like Italian, Spanish, French, or English.
"Thank you. Is it Arabic?" I asked curiously, intrigued by his masculinity.
He stroked his chest, and only then did I notice that his shirt was slightly open, revealing a very athletic chest. "Turkey!" he replied.
"Turkey! Ah, Turkey, soap operas!" I said, lost in thought. But why, Giulia? You usually follow Turkish soap operas on social networks, and he doesn't, for sure, he's a man.
"Yes, soap opera!" he confirmed, handing me the can of soda. As I looked at his face, I could now clearly notice his distinctly Turkish features. I had been studying Turkish and French for the last few months, so I decided to take a risk and say a few phrases; after all, it was part of my job.
"Iyi geceler!" I said, trying out my Turkish.
Suddenly, he cracked a beautiful smile. My God, what a handsome man!
"Iyi geceler," he replied. "Do you know what that means?"
"Good evening?" I guessed.
He raised his arm and gently touched my shoulder, pulling me slightly closer to avoid the commotion.
"Good night," he corrected, and I strengthened my pronunciation.
"Night," I said.
"Yes! Oh, you didn't order your drink!"
He understood what I was saying, and that made me even more delighted.
"It doesn't matter; I'll drink it later."
He smiled and touched my shoulder gently. I felt a strong attraction towards him. Everything I had heard about Turkish men was fascinating: romanticism, tradition, protection. I was aware that I had also heard and read about the negative side of Turkish culture, but every culture had its drawbacks and macho elements. Americans, on the other hand, tended to avoid getting involved in anything. We were not a culture with romance deeply rooted like others. And here I was, a romantic enthusiast who no longer believed in love. What a contradiction! He started swaying his body to the side, dancing, then he looked at me and smiled.
"Are you from around here?" I asked.
"Yes, I'm from Jersey. Have you been in the USA long?" he replied in his heavy English.
"No, I just came to work for six months."
He spoke a kind of heavy English. Brenda and Amanda saw me with this handsome man, stopped dancing, and approached.
"Hi," they said, sweaty from dancing.
"Merhaba! Serkan!" he extended his hand in greeting to both of them. Brenda and Amanda melted into smiles, and I couldn't help but feel a little jealous. After all, I had met them first, and I felt entitled to some control over the situation. But, in reality, I had none. Amanda was extremely beautiful, taller, and blonde. If he was looking for fun in the city, Amanda was the ideal woman. Surprisingly, she signaled to me that she was leaving with Brenda. I thought it was strange; she was not usually so empathetic. The Turk greeted them as they walked away and gave me a look full of meaning. He moved closer to my neck, and I felt my stomach twist with tension at what he was about to say.
"American women are beautiful, like you," he said, leaning closer.
He moved away, but the delicious perfume remained around me. I flashed him a warm smile, calm but radiant inside. The Turk was mine! What would happen that night? I noticed that he liked to show off his athletic chest, and the silver laces fit him very well. The more I noticed, the more he stirred up my reactions.
"Shall we sit down?" he suggested, pointing to an unoccupied part of a red sofa.
I nodded and moved towards it. I sat down with my legs crossed, and he noticed. The Turk then put his arm around my neck, leaning it on the back of the sofa, and smiled at me.
"You don't drink?" he asked.
"No, I don't," I replied.
He shook his head, probably surprised.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Oh, sorry, Giulia."
"Giulia," he repeated, trying to pronounce it correctly.
"Yes, that's it."
He moved even closer to my face. Did he really think I was pretty? I returned his smile and realized that he was looking longingly into my eyes, alternating with glances at my lips. I believed he intended to kiss me. I could hardly believe that I had just met him, and we were already exchanging kisses. It felt like a dream come true after watching so many Turkish soap operas! Serkan came closer, and this time there was nothing I could do, even if I wanted to. The Turk pressed his lips to mine and pulled me by the shoulder with the hand that was resting on the back of the sofa so that I would not be able to pull away. But I didn't want to pull away. From the moment he handed me the can of soda, it had never been my intention. I returned his kiss, at first, shyly. I thought he didn't want to scare me too much, so he pulled away and looked at me.
"Is there a problem with that? Do you want some?" he asked.
"Yes, I do," I shyly nodded.
He had a bold expression, confident and charming. I don't think he even entertained the idea that I didn't want to kiss him. I brought my right hand up to his face to feel his beard, and then the kiss deepened, and we merged into each other. The taste was good, the perfume was good, he was handsome. Not model-handsome, but he exuded a masculine charm in his movements and attitude. This was a dominant and powerful man; I could feel it in the way he touched me and kissed me. We spent some more time kissing and savoring each other on that cramped couch. Serkan then pulled away to look into my eyes, leaving a few inches of breathing room, even though I was panting with desire. Kissing and desire were things I did very well, but sex... ah, sex was still a barrier in my heart.
"Do you want to get out of here?" he asked.
I knew what "getting out of here" meant. A motel. Sex. No. I wasn't ready for that. I wouldn't lose my virginity to someone I didn't know, much less to a foreigner whose name and nationality were the only things I knew about him.
"I couldn't."
"You can't?" He felt a little frustrated. "What can I do to make you want to?"
"I don't do things like that without knowing someone."
He nodded, looking at the floor, and then he looked at me and stroked my face.
"Very well, then, let's stay here. I like you; you're different."
"I like you," I corrected, laughing.
"I like you. Will you teach me to speak perfectly?" he asked playfully.
This line of conversation kept him from being disrespectful. I was delighted.
I didn't even know if what he had proposed was really about sex, but it probably was. I was American, which meant I had a bad reputation out there, no matter how many "no's" we said. But nothing was explicit in that invitation, which allowed me to dream that he might want to take me to a restaurant or somewhere where there was no bed.
When he returned, he was carrying his beer.
"So, tell me about yourself, Giulia. Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked.
I thought the question was kind of stupid. "If I had a boyfriend, I wouldn't be here right now, kissing you," I replied assertively.
He pouted at my direct answer, as if the question had to do with my character. "True, but many American women..."
I didn't even let him finish speaking. "Many people, many Americans, and many Turks do what they shouldn't."
"Turkish?" he laughed loudly. "Maybe, but they would be very badmouthed for the rest of their lives in the family."
"Here too."
"Not as much as there. American women suffer less prejudice."
I swallowed his words as a compliment to my country and let it go. In fact, we were less judgmental of other people's behavior, although we were still very prejudiced in many ways. Serkan would have all night to get some woman into bed as he wanted, which made me feel a certain sense of loss. If only I dared more. No, I wasn't like Amanda; it wouldn't work.
"I think Turkey is very beautiful," I tried to make conversation.
He was taking a sip of his beer when he heard me. "The US is more beautiful. I've been here for a month and I've seen some beautiful things. The people are warm!"
"It's true," I agreed.
Again he put his arm around my shoulder and watched me closely. "You have something different, Giulia. A..." He chose his words carefully. "Innocence."
Innocence. Dear God, did I exude virginity like a perfume? Could men perceive it in my body, in my gestures, or in my manner? I didn't want to appear innocent or naïve in any way, so I was emphatic.
"Innocence? Why did I not want to go to bed with you?" I questioned, determined to stand my ground.
He almost spit out the beer he had just put in his mouth. "I paid you a compliment." He then said, "Well, it's late, I have to get up early. It's been a pleasure." He kissed my hand. "Iyi geceler" (Good evening).
The Turk got up and left, and I stood there feeling like a real idiot. I was so fed up with male judgments that I was already responding badly to any man. I complained all the way home to Brenda because it turned out that Amanda had left with another man.
"Girl, you are not to blame for anything. He may have said that you were innocent, the kind of half-wit, but you were right. Who knows what innocent means in his country," Brenda reassured me.
"Exactly, I don't know, so I shouldn't judge!"
"Or you should, Ju! Cover yourself less, girlfriend! We are tired of men," she added playfully.
I let a tear fall timidly. It was anger. Anger at myself. But it was time to stop thinking nonsense about someone I didn't even know. I needed to think about the next day in the engineering office.
Monday morning arrived, and I wore a gray tube with a shy neckline. It was a formal company, after all. I sprayed perfume on my neck and arms, put on makeup, and left the house, wishing my mother, Solange, an excellent day.
"Take it easy, daughter. Don't be nervous. You'll do fine," she encouraged me.
"Yes, I will, Mom!" I shouted as I hurried out the door. I waited for the bus, which was very crowded, and then I took the subway, which was also packed. That was my life, the life of a common wage earner in the suburbs of Rio de Janeiro. It seemed like an eternal wait for public transportation. I think that more of my life was wasted in the city traffic than in working.
Already in Manhattan, I found the building where I was going to work, a very luxurious place. The entire floor seemed to have black marble walls with silver details and mirrors everywhere you looked. That refinement and luxury were reflected in the people who were very well-dressed, appropriate for that corporate environment. I approached what seemed to be an attendant sitting at a table strategically positioned for those entering the huge room.
"Good morning," I said softly, "I'm Giulia Miller, I start today. Can you help me?"
The girl looked up and seriously examined me from top to bottom. "The translator?"
"Yes, that's me."
"Please come with me."
She stood up and motioned for me to follow her into a room. As I walked, I noticed many staring eyes on me. People are curious and love to know what's new. At least that's what I thought. As I opened a door, she gestured for me to sit down. Inside were many men in suits, who looked powerful.
"You will be Mr. Sadik's secretary. Sit at that end; he is coming," she informed me.
"Thank you very much," I replied politely.
I walked past her and into the room, feeling a chill in my stomach. Nervousness overwhelmed me. There were at least thousands of dollars worth of suits in the room, and everyone's eyes seemed to be on me. I could hear some of them talking about the new CEO, but not with enthusiasm. I walked past them all and sat down in the place indicated, next to the bedside chair.
As soon as I sat down, everyone stood up, and I didn't understand why, but on impulse, I stood up too. "To preside over the meeting and the account of the shopping Village Jacarepaguá, I present Mr. Serkan Sadik," said a woman in a loud voice.
Serkan... I heard that name and turned my gaze to the door, waiting to see who would appear. How many Serkans were there in Rio? Everything around me seemed to stop when the Turk from the night before came through the door, taking off the sunglasses he was wearing. He paused a little in his stride when he saw me, but feigned naturalness and continued walking towards me. I even felt nauseous. That day would be intense.
Chapter 3 America Giulia Serkan positioned himself beside me and gave me an irritated look. If it weren't for my first job as a translator and my need, I would have run out of there. My hands were shaking and sweating. That man could be even more handsome in daylight. "You? My interpreter?" He spoke softly and sat down. "Good morning, everyone!" "It seems so... um," I hesitated for a few seconds, "Mister Serkan." "Perfect, I will give you the instructions later. Introduce yourself to them as your first task. I wish you a warm welcome, and let's have a great job," he smiled an unwilling smile. "Perfectly," I replied. I introduced myself to everyone at the meeting and announced that I was the new translator of documents for foreign affairs. Then I sat down. "Well..." he gestured with his hand to continue the meeting, approached me, and held out a piece of paper that looked like a spreadsheet. "So, Giulia, it looks like you will be my advisor. Write down everything you think is
Chapter 4 Lies We TellSerkanAs if it wasn't enough to have been rejected by one of the few women I didn't consider a slut in the world, on top of that I would have to put up with that beautiful girl as an employee. Serkan, if she had slept with you the first night, she would not have been as exciting as she is now for you. She would have been just one more in the crowd of women that frequent the nights in the big metropolises. Of course she was different, she had a strong personality that I could feel from meters away. This attracted and repelled me at the same time. But, after all, I knew that I possessed a rather difficult temperament and was fully aware that I was mistreating her because I had been rejected. She was not stupid. I just didn't know what to do with her. But I had really important matters to attend to on that construction site. I had been hired as Albaf's general manager to manage and protect in court those projects that needed lawyers with experience in complicated
Chapter 5The word is silver, the silence is goldGiuliaThe day flew by. Soon I would have to leave for home, face the crowded subway and the heat; I was even too lazy to go out. The heels had already blistered my feet, I was a wreck. Suddenly my office door opened. It was the Turk."Are you going?" he stopped at the door and asked me."Yes, in a moment." He came into the room, and I looked up to observe his strange behavior."I wanted to thank you for doing what you could with the old man. I couldn't thank you until now." I lifted my chin after that look and crossed my arms."It's a shame they'll have to build mansions around a poor house, but it's his right.""Yes, but my office fails as conciliators if he remains unsold, and I have to break the bad news. But I noticed something...""Yes?" I was curious as to why he continued to pay so much attention to me."You managed to get from him the reason; until then nobody knew.""Maybe they didn't hear what he had to say.""I wonder if yo
Chapter 6"Too many problems, too few solutions."SerkanOut of all the foolish things I was capable of, that was one of the worst: judging your entire people. I couldn't go after that beautiful girl who was leaving; I was wrong. What was left for me was to wait for the next day to somehow redeem myself. I looked around, searched for my car with my eyes, and headed towards it. I heard the phone ringing in my pocket, and when I looked at the name, it was Eda. My mother? “Annem?” “Serkan, when are you coming back to Istanbul, my son?” “Mom, I'm working, you already know that.” “My son, we've set the wedding with Asli. It will be in five months.” I stopped in the middle of the street, in despair. “What?! Mom, you didn't do this!” “We did, her lovely mother chose a date, and we accepted. You know how wealthy they are.” “Mom, I agreed to this engagement, it doesn't mean I'm going to marry Asli.” “What do you mean, Serkan? Don't play games with me, young boy! You agreed to get
Chapter 7Lovely proposalGiuliaThe next day, still very hurt, I arrived at work and went straight to my office. I didn't want to look around and feared that Serkan would want to apologize once again, but when I turned my gaze to the door of his office, I found Serkan staring at me from the doorway. He had a cute smile on his face and it didn't suit him. His gaze was languid too, another thing that didn't suit him. Then he called out to me." Giulia, come."He just commanded and I had to go, I hated it, but he was my boss. I walked into his office and stood in the middle of the room looking at him. " Close the door."As I turned around, I saw eyes from across the room watching me intently. Naturally, the company gossips wanted to know what the boss wanted with me. I closed the door and swallowed, dreading what he wanted to say. I slowly turned my body towards him."Giulia, I'm going to need one more job from you."I frowned without understanding." Extra service?"Wasn't it enough t
Chapter 8TemptationSerkanEverything was perfect. Giulia had fallen for my lie. I was even a little uncomfortable lying to her like that, but I didn't have much choice, my parents were supposed to come and visit me and meet this made-up fiancée. What if they did? I had to get ahead of the disaster. I wouldn't marry Asli, it was out of the question. At first, I was in favor of it just to get them to agree and be satisfied with an approval, but the two families took it too far. Asli also took serious, so much so that they were choosing dresses for the ceremony. I couldn't let them go on with their matchmaking. I was in the land where everything is possible, with a thousand and one possibilities knocking on my door, including getting married late and if I wanted to. USA is a country of contrasts, but of freedoms. Nobody meddles in your life, nobody looks too closely at what you're doing, as they do in Turkey. I just wanted to live a little of that. To be freer. The big problem was that
Chapter 9Love, love, business asideGiulliaWhen I got home on the evening of that request, I had to explain to my parents that I was going to Turkey. What a nightmare it was to convince them that I wasn't going to be kidnapped, raped, sold on a white slave ship, or anything scary like that. My father asked a million times why he needed to take me. I replied a million times that I was a contract translator for the company, and that's why he was taking me. But the reality was that I didn't even know what to expect. It didn't make any sense unless there was also an american or Spanish Albaf headquarters there. I went to sleep thinking about all this and that I needed to get up early to go to the federal police to apply for my passport. At 7am, to be precise. But how could I sleep? My head was spinning with a thousand thoughts about Turkey, the fear in my stomach wouldn't go away, and then there was ... him: that man who used to fill my waking Turkish dreams.Finally, the alarm clock on
Chapter 10CheatingSerkanI spent that day thinking about what Giulia had said about the trip to her parents. I'd never felt so guilty in my life for lying. I didn't know how much damage I'd do to the girl when she found out she'd gone to Turkey for a lie and not for work. She would hate me. But perhaps I could reverse the situation and try to convince her that she was saving my life from a meaningless marriage, promised to me many years ago by another Serkan who no longer existed. Giulia would understand, I had faith in Allah that she would. But even so, the phrases she said to her parents kept echoing in my mind all day. The only way to redeem myself a little would be to give her my full attention over the next few days, like taking her home in the middle of a storm. I didn't understand why she felt ashamed to show me her humble home. I came from a family that was p