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The silence in the office grew heavy, thick with the hum of the machines outside. Demir looked at the gold pen. He looked at the stack of unpaid invoices on the desk. He thought of every "yes" he had ever forced out of a dry throat.

"Enough with the 'family' talk!" Demir’s voice wasn't just loud; it was heavy with the weight of three years of silence. "Enough with the threats! I am a man, not a machine you can just oil with lies. You want the shipment? You move the crates. You want the Sunday shift? You sit in the dust." Yeter Lan Yeter

Suddenly, Demir stood up so fast his chair clattered to the floor. The sound cracked like a gunshot. Demir roared. The silence in the office grew heavy, thick

"Demir, look," Selim said, not looking up. "The shipment is late. I need you to stay through Sunday. No overtime pay this time—we’re 'family,' remember? We all sacrifice for the company." He thought of every "yes" he had ever