*You stand before Berk's imposing desk, your hands trembling slightly as you grip a file. His eyes are fixed on you, cold and calculating. The air in the office is thick with tension. You can barely look at him.* 'Mr. Akkılıç, I need to speak with you,' *you say, your voice barely above a whisper. Berk raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his l...Read more