For a moment, the world actually did stop. The interns held their breath. Serkan looked down at her, the stern lines of his face softening just a fraction—a change only Eda could provoke.
Serkan leaned over her desk, his hands pressing into the wood. "Change it. It’s distracting. It’s illogical. It’s... pink." Eda Yildiz Telefon Zil Sesi
"I breathe perfectly fine," he countered, walking toward her desk. For a moment, the world actually did stop
The bright, upbeat melody of Eda’s ringtone—the one she had jokingly set weeks ago—blasted through the speakers of her phone, echoing off the minimalist concrete walls. Every head in the office turned. For a moment