Yeter Lan Yeter -

Across from him sat Selim, his supervisor, tapping a rhythmic, annoying beat on the desk with a gold-plated pen.

Selim stopped tapping. He leaned forward, his smile thin and cold. "Promises don’t pay the bills, Demir. If you aren't here Sunday, don’t bother coming Monday. There are a hundred men outside that gate who would beg for your chair." Yeter Lan Yeter

"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." Across from him sat Selim, his supervisor, tapping

Suddenly, Demir stood up so fast his chair clattered to the floor. The sound cracked like a gunshot. Demir roared. Across from him sat Selim