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He leaned in closer, whispering so only she could hear, "If it rings one more time while I’m presenting the Italy proposal, I’m throwing it into the Bosphorus."

Eda didn’t scramble to silence it. Instead, she leaned back, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "It’s not noise, Serkan Bolat. It’s a classic. Maybe if you listened to the lyrics, you’d learn how to breathe for five seconds." Eda Yildiz Telefon Zil Sesi

"I breathe perfectly fine," he countered, walking toward her desk. He leaned in closer, whispering so only she

"It doesn't have a color, Serkan. It has a feeling." She stood up, closing the distance between them. "And I’m not changing it. Every time it rings, I want you to remember that there’s a world outside of your blueprints." He leaned in closer