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Part 2

Ömer closed his eyes for a moment, then reopened them, his gaze sharp and determined.

Ömer: Alright, Tekin. Get me a full report, every detail. I want a strategy session with the entire team in an hour. We need to mitigate these losses immediately. (turning to Metehan) Metehan, cancel all my other meetings for today. You'll be in that strategy session. I want your input.

Metehan nodded, a knot forming in his stomach. His first real crisis at Ünal Holding.

Later, at Veritas Gallery, Kıvılcım found herself distracted. The previous day's events, especially the brief, volatile encounter with the "idiot" driver, kept replaying in her mind. She tried to focus on her work but her thoughts kept drifting. As the day drew to a close, Kıvılcım found herself alone in her office, the silence amplifying the weight of the day's events. She leaned back in her chair, a sigh escaping her lips. She got up a few minutes later and locked up the gallery. She got into her car and left to go home. Kıvılcım fell a relief when she entered the house, she threw of her heels and hung up her coat. Suddenly a call comes in from Metehan.

Metehan: Canım annem, are you home yet?

Kıvılcım: Yes I am. Where are you?

Metehan: We are busy handling damage control at Ömer bey's house.

Kıvılcım: At his house?

Metehan: Yes at his house. We realized that we won't finish early today so Ömer bey suggested we go to his house and have dinner and finish our work here. I need a favor anne. Could you perhaps bring my laptop? We need it desperately. Please.

Kıvılcım smiled at her child pleading.

Kıvılcım: Of cause I'll bring you laptop. Send me an address. I will quickly change my clothes and then I'll bring it.

Metehan: Your the best. I love you.

Kıvılcım: Love you too canım.

Kıvılcım hung up the phone, freshen herself up and changed her clothes. As soon as she got into her car she put the address into the GPS. Kıvılcım unknowingly started driving to the man's house she called "stupid" and wouldn't dare apologize. The drive to the address Metehan had sent was surprisingly short. Kıvılcım navigated the winding streets of a prestigious, tree-lined neighborhood, the grand houses set back from the road, each with its own manicured garden. As she pulled up to the address, her eyebrows rose in surprise. The house was magnificent, a modern architectural marvel with clean lines. It was clearly the home of someone with considerable wealth and discerning taste. She grabbed Metehan's laptop bag from the passenger seat, took a deep breath, and walked towards the imposing front door.

Inside the sprawling Ünal residence, the atmosphere was a mix of intense focus and a forced attempt at normalcy. Ömer and his core team, including Metehan, were gathered around a large dining table that had been temporarily transformed into a war room, papers and laptops spread across its polished surface. Empty coffee cups and half-eaten plates of dinner lay scattered around. Mavi, oblivious to the high-stakes financial discussions, was happily drawing on the living room floor.

One of the analysts: The latest reports from the ground are grim, Ömer Bey, The political situation is deteriorating faster than projected. We need to act now.

Ömer leaned forward, his gaze fixed on the screen.

Ömer: Metehan, what's the most conservative estimate for our recovery if we pull out immediately?

Metehan, though tired, felt a surge of responsibility. He quickly punched some numbers into a computer.

Metehan: Based on the current market trends, Ömer Bey, we could minimize the loss to approximately 20% if we execute a swift divestment strategy within the next 48 hours.