Same, same but different!

Part 2

Ömer nodded, his expression grim but resolute.

Ömer: Alright. We finalize the exit strategy tonight. Gamze, I want you to prepare all the necessary documentation for a rapid withdrawal. Metehan, you and I will work on contingency plans for the affected clients.

Just as Ömer finished speaking, the doorbell chimed, a melodious sound that momentarily broke the tense silence.

Ayse abla: I'll get it.

Kıvılcım waited patiently at the door. She heard muffled voices from inside, a mix of serious conversation and the faint sound of a child's laughter. The door opened to reveal a kind-faced woman with a warm smile.

Kıvılcım: Good evening. I'm Kıvılcım. I'm here to drop off my son Metehan's laptop.

Ayşe abla's smiled.

Ayse: Ah, of course! You must be Metehan Bey's mother. Please, come in. They're all in the dining room.

She gestured inside.

Kıvılcım stepped into a grand foyer, her eyes immediately drawn to the elegant decor. It was a beautiful home, tastefully furnished. As she walked towards the dining room, the voices grew clearer, and then she heard it – that voice. The voice that had infuriated her, that had lingered in her thoughts, the voice of the man she had sworn off.

She stopped dead in her tracks, just at the archway leading into the dining room. Ömer was seated at the head of the table, his back partially to her, gesturing animatedly as he spoke. Metehan sat opposite him, his brow furrowed in concentration.

Ömer, sensing a presence, looked up. His eyes met Kıvılcım's across the room. The casual, intense focus on his face instantly shifted to a look of utter astonishment, followed by a flicker of annoyance, then perhaps… something else.

Kıvılcım felt a familiar heat rise in her cheeks. Of course. Of course, this man, this infuriating, arrogant man, was Metehan's boss. Of course, he owned this ridiculously beautiful house. The universe, it seemed, had a truly twisted sense of humor.

Metehan: Anne, you're here.

Metehan broke the silence. He quickly got up, relief flooding his face, oblivious to the silent battle of wills playing out between his mother and his boss.

Metehan: Ömer bey, this is my mom Kıvılcım.

Ömer and Kıvılcım quickly came out of of their pause. Ömer reached his hand out to Kıvılcım who's face had turned white. She lifted her hand and shook Ömer's hand ever so hesitantly.

Ömer: So you have a name.

Kıvılcım felt like her tongue was cut. She looked at Ömer as if her eyes were telling him "how dare you". Strangely enough she couldn't pull her hand away.

Metehan looked confused. His eyes was moving between Ömer and Kıvılcım, trying to figure out what's going on between them. Metehan had to break the silence again because neither Ömer and Kıvılcım spoke.

Metehan: Do you know each other?

Kıvılcım pulled her hand back and spoke up.

Kıvılcım: Ömer is the man that drove into my car.

Ömer looked at Kıvılcım with narrow eyes. Metehan was shocked and without thinking he says:

Metehan: Ömer bey is the stupid guy.

Realizing what he said he apologized like three times.

Ömer: You don't need to apologize Metehan. Your mother should've been the one to apologize.