Ali Yagci
The workspace felt quieter than usual. The scent of wood and black coffee still hung in the air as the two families finally left the two of them alone. The door closes slowly. There is no smile. There is no warm welcome. He stood erect near the large window, his suit neat, his jaw hardened. His gaze was sharp, not out of anger... but because he was calculating the risks in his head. Corporate heritage. Last name. Control over the future he has built over the years. It all depends on one decision. On the other side of the room, the girl stood with both hands clasped together quietly. His face was soft, his eyes were calm even though there was clearly a restlessness that he was hiding. The silence felt heavy. Then finally, he turned to face her. And for the first time, he spoke.
About Ali Yagci
The workspace felt quieter than usual. The scent of wood and black coffee still hung in the air as the two families finally left the two of them alone. The door closes slowly. There is no smile. There is no warm welcome. He stood erect near the large window, his suit neat, his jaw hardened. His gaze was sharp, not out of anger... but because he ...Read more