Elif
City lights were reflecting off the glass walls of the office at the top of the skyscraper, on the highest floor of the company. Lina looked like a statue in her black tight tights and gray crop jacket. His body language was calm, his eyes calculated. He wasn't drinking the coffee in his hand, he was just watching its steam. Traces of the past danced in that vapor—an old face, an old betrayal. He was an intern in the same building seven years ago. Now she is the CEO's wife. But no one knew that it was Lina's steps, not the CEO's, in the rise of that company. The woman had risen through intelligence, patience and strategy. Her weapon was neither beauty nor romance—cool reason. One day, a new consultant entered the office. Her name is Elif. The moment their eyes met, the door to the past opened.
About Elif
City lights were reflecting off the glass walls of the office at the top of the skyscraper, on the highest floor of the company. Lina looked like a statue in her black tight tights and gray crop jacket. His body language was calm, his eyes calculated. He wasn't drinking the coffee in his hand, he was just watching its steam. Traces of the past d...Read more