Transcript takes place Monday, the 25th of May
Alper felt like he would never get anything ready in time for his father's arrival. A maid had been hired and she was diligently wiping dust off every surface in the penthouse, a personal chef as well who was cooking up some Turkish delicatessen, and he was just waiting for the chauffer to arrive to take him to the port.
The chauffer pulled up in front of the building in a luxurious looking, black, unmarked sedan fit for a king. One toot of the horn sent Alper anxiously heading down the stairs and for the car. The chauffer's name was Hafez, and he was a young man of dark, olive skin and wild blue eyes.
Hafez inclined his head respectfully to Alper. "Hello sir," he greeted, pulling open the back door for Alper to slide in.
"Greetings, thank you," Alper nodded in turn, tucking himself neatly into the car. He situated himself comfortably in the backseat, "To the docks, please."
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Alper was waiting on the docks for his father's arrival, hands stuffed into the pockets of his navy blue suit pants. He heard his father before he saw him.
"Alper, oğlum!" he greeted, suddenly appearing from behind a dispersing crowd. Several porters were lugging his luggage behind him, and his stern demeanor caused passerby to cautiously avoid him.
"Hello, baba. Was your trip well" I tried to make sure I got you on the most luxurious spaceship." Alper smiled, proudly standing a head or two taller as he shook his father's hand before leading him for the luxury sedan.
"It was very good, thank you." his father replied, following in Alper's wake.
Hafez was waiting outside the car, and when he saw Alper and Mr. Ergin approaching, he opened the door to the backseat for them.
"I am pleased to hear that, father," Alper murmured in reply, gesturing for his father to enter before him. Then he gestured for the porters" to put the luggage in the trunk (which was bewitched to hold much more than it looked like it could fit).
"The day is treating you well, I hope?" Mr. Ergin inquired, watching his son closely as he slid into the seat adjacent his.
The door shut behind him, and Hafez finished up business with the porters then slammed the trunk shut before returning to the front seat to drive them home. Alper nodded thoughtfully at his father. "It is well enough, thank you. I am just worried my humble abode will not be seen up to your standards, baba." A wry smile twitched at the corners of his mouth as he studied his father in turn.
Hearty laughter emitted from the rather rotund man at Alper's side, his usually stern face crinkled back in amusement. "Ah, have I told you that you worry too much, oğlum?" he chuckled in his throaty, rich manner.
Now it was Alper's turn to chortle. "You say it is good for the business man in me" Sometimes," he added with an affable shrug. He gestured to Hafez who then turned back onto the street, returning to the penthouse.
His father shrugged generously before asking, "When will I be given the honor of meeting your lady friend?"
Alper smiled diminutively as he responded, "I am hoping to invite her over for dinner sometime before you leave, but all of our schedules are hectic so it may be difficult to plan, you know."
Mr. Ergin settled comfortably in the seat, fingers building a bridge over the slight bulge of his middle. "Well, I look forward to meeting the mother of my future grandchildren." His smile was wry as he studied his son contemplatively.
Alper couldn't stop himself from groaning at his father's comment. "You desire grandchildren too badly for your health."
Chortling could be heard as Mr. Ergin only shook his head. "We have royalty in our blood, must keep the blood line going strong. You must give me many grandson," he declared in a sage voice.
Hafez came to a stop in front of the penthouse, then proceeded to round the vehicle to open the door for the men. Alper stepped out first, followed by the bulkier frame of his father. Hafez shut the door after them and then opened the trunk to gather Mr. Ergin's luggage.
Alper gestured for his father to follow him. He led him through the front doors of the office and to the elevator. "I do hope the penthouse is to your standings, father. I tend to live a little more frugally than you do."
The elevator dinged open and Alper glided inward, turning to face the skeptical look on his father's face. Mr. Ergin didn't comment, however, as he stepped in after his son, waiting patiently enough.
Elevator music filtered in the background, songs in a foreign tongue lapping melodically. A soft "ding" indicated their floor had been reached, and there was a whirring sound before the steel doors parted for passage inward.
Mr. Ergin stepped in first, piercing blue gaze taking in the modest interior his son had procured. "You live humbly, my son," he began, turning on his heels to face Alper as he exited the elevator. "Dare I ask why""
Alper shrugged as he shouldered past his father, leading him for the large guest room. "It's comfortable to come home to."
He gestured to the room. "This is where you will be staying, unless it is not to your standards I am sure we can find other accommodations."
The guest room featured an oversized cherry mahogany four poster bed donning silken sheets and colorful fabrics. It was completed with an armoire, a chest of drawers, a couch, flat panel TV in the wall across from the bed, and a grand desk.
Mr. Ergin nodded his head approvingly. "It shall do, thank you my son."
Alper flashed a smile. "The maid is in the kitchen with the chef whipping you up some food, and Hafez will take you anywhere you desire after he brings your luggage up. I, unfortunately, must head back to the office. I will take you in with me tomorrow to give a tour of our faculties and staff, if it pleases you."
His father nodded, walking beside Alper as he began making his return toward the elevator. Alper shook hands with his father. "See you for dinner, father." And he disappeared into the parting doors of the elevator, slapping Hafez on the back encouragingly as he stumbled into the penthouse, arms laden with suitcases.
Alper felt like he would never get anything ready in time for his father's arrival. A maid had been hired and she was diligently wiping dust off every surface in the penthouse, a personal chef as well who was cooking up some Turkish delicatessen, and he was just waiting for the chauffer to arrive to take him to the port.
The chauffer pulled up in front of the building in a luxurious looking, black, unmarked sedan fit for a king. One toot of the horn sent Alper anxiously heading down the stairs and for the car. The chauffer's name was Hafez, and he was a young man of dark, olive skin and wild blue eyes.
Hafez inclined his head respectfully to Alper. "Hello sir," he greeted, pulling open the back door for Alper to slide in.
"Greetings, thank you," Alper nodded in turn, tucking himself neatly into the car. He situated himself comfortably in the backseat, "To the docks, please."
——
Alper was waiting on the docks for his father's arrival, hands stuffed into the pockets of his navy blue suit pants. He heard his father before he saw him.
"Alper, oğlum!" he greeted, suddenly appearing from behind a dispersing crowd. Several porters were lugging his luggage behind him, and his stern demeanor caused passerby to cautiously avoid him.
"Hello, baba. Was your trip well" I tried to make sure I got you on the most luxurious spaceship." Alper smiled, proudly standing a head or two taller as he shook his father's hand before leading him for the luxury sedan.
"It was very good, thank you." his father replied, following in Alper's wake.
Hafez was waiting outside the car, and when he saw Alper and Mr. Ergin approaching, he opened the door to the backseat for them.
"I am pleased to hear that, father," Alper murmured in reply, gesturing for his father to enter before him. Then he gestured for the porters" to put the luggage in the trunk (which was bewitched to hold much more than it looked like it could fit).
"The day is treating you well, I hope?" Mr. Ergin inquired, watching his son closely as he slid into the seat adjacent his.
The door shut behind him, and Hafez finished up business with the porters then slammed the trunk shut before returning to the front seat to drive them home. Alper nodded thoughtfully at his father. "It is well enough, thank you. I am just worried my humble abode will not be seen up to your standards, baba." A wry smile twitched at the corners of his mouth as he studied his father in turn.
Hearty laughter emitted from the rather rotund man at Alper's side, his usually stern face crinkled back in amusement. "Ah, have I told you that you worry too much, oğlum?" he chuckled in his throaty, rich manner.
Now it was Alper's turn to chortle. "You say it is good for the business man in me" Sometimes," he added with an affable shrug. He gestured to Hafez who then turned back onto the street, returning to the penthouse.
His father shrugged generously before asking, "When will I be given the honor of meeting your lady friend?"
Alper smiled diminutively as he responded, "I am hoping to invite her over for dinner sometime before you leave, but all of our schedules are hectic so it may be difficult to plan, you know."
Mr. Ergin settled comfortably in the seat, fingers building a bridge over the slight bulge of his middle. "Well, I look forward to meeting the mother of my future grandchildren." His smile was wry as he studied his son contemplatively.
Alper couldn't stop himself from groaning at his father's comment. "You desire grandchildren too badly for your health."
Chortling could be heard as Mr. Ergin only shook his head. "We have royalty in our blood, must keep the blood line going strong. You must give me many grandson," he declared in a sage voice.
Hafez came to a stop in front of the penthouse, then proceeded to round the vehicle to open the door for the men. Alper stepped out first, followed by the bulkier frame of his father. Hafez shut the door after them and then opened the trunk to gather Mr. Ergin's luggage.
Alper gestured for his father to follow him. He led him through the front doors of the office and to the elevator. "I do hope the penthouse is to your standings, father. I tend to live a little more frugally than you do."
The elevator dinged open and Alper glided inward, turning to face the skeptical look on his father's face. Mr. Ergin didn't comment, however, as he stepped in after his son, waiting patiently enough.
Elevator music filtered in the background, songs in a foreign tongue lapping melodically. A soft "ding" indicated their floor had been reached, and there was a whirring sound before the steel doors parted for passage inward.
Mr. Ergin stepped in first, piercing blue gaze taking in the modest interior his son had procured. "You live humbly, my son," he began, turning on his heels to face Alper as he exited the elevator. "Dare I ask why""
Alper shrugged as he shouldered past his father, leading him for the large guest room. "It's comfortable to come home to."
He gestured to the room. "This is where you will be staying, unless it is not to your standards I am sure we can find other accommodations."
The guest room featured an oversized cherry mahogany four poster bed donning silken sheets and colorful fabrics. It was completed with an armoire, a chest of drawers, a couch, flat panel TV in the wall across from the bed, and a grand desk.
Mr. Ergin nodded his head approvingly. "It shall do, thank you my son."
Alper flashed a smile. "The maid is in the kitchen with the chef whipping you up some food, and Hafez will take you anywhere you desire after he brings your luggage up. I, unfortunately, must head back to the office. I will take you in with me tomorrow to give a tour of our faculties and staff, if it pleases you."
His father nodded, walking beside Alper as he began making his return toward the elevator. Alper shook hands with his father. "See you for dinner, father." And he disappeared into the parting doors of the elevator, slapping Hafez on the back encouragingly as he stumbled into the penthouse, arms laden with suitcases.