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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."

The air in the Art Life architecture studio was thick with the scent of espresso and the frantic scratching of pencils against drafting paper. Eda Yıldız sat at her desk, her brow furrowed as she finalized the landscape details for the green hotel project. Eda Yildiz Telefon Zil Sesi

As Serkan walked away, trying to reclaim his composure, Eda looked down at her phone. She didn't silence it. Instead, she turned the volume up one notch higher, waiting for the next time the world—and Serkan Bolat—needed a reminder that love was, indeed, in the air. If you enjoyed this, I can: He leaned in closer, whispering so only she

"Then you better hope I keep my phone on silent," she whispered back, a challenge in her smile. She didn't silence it