Same, same but different!

Part 4

Kıvılcım: (Her voice barely a whisper) You… you think I do it on purpose?

A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched Ömer’s lips.

Ömer: Don’t you? Every time I try to get under your skin, you rise to the challenge. And every time you look at me like I’m the most exasperating man on earth, it’s like you’re daring me. It’s a strange game we play, Kıvılcım. And for some reason, I can’t seem to walk away from it.

He leaned forward slightly, his soft gaze intensifying, drawing her in. Kıvılcım felt a tremor go through her. The anger that had been a constant companion whenever he was near began to waver, replaced by a confusing rush of something else—something warmer, more unsettling.

Kıvılcım: What game, Ömer? There’s no game. There’s just… you making my life difficult.

Ömer: (His voice low, almost a caress) Is it truly difficult, Kıvılcım, or is it just… different? Because for me, you’ve shattered every expectation. You’re not just a successful businesswoman; you’re a force. And whether I like it or not, you’ve become impossible to ignore.

He paused, letting his words sink in, watching the subtle shift in her expression. The annoyance was still there, but beneath it, a flicker of something else—curiosity? Recognition?

Ömer: I came here because I needed to say it. I needed to clear the air, not just for you, but for myself.

The silence that followed was thick, charged with unspoken emotions. Kıvılcım found herself unable to look away from his eyes, which held a depth she hadn’t seen before.

Ömer: I have a preposition.

Kıvılcım: What is it?

Ömer: I'll sell all the paintings to you at the initial price you offered but I want to be a part of the process.

Kıvılcım becoming suspicious and it's seen in her eyes.

Ömer: Don't jump to conclusions in your head just yet. When I say I want to be a part of it, I mean that I want to know what's going to happen with the paintings. I did pay three times more for it, so I want to at least gain something from it. I also don't want you to sell it for at least two months because I have a lot of clients with families who loves art and they are very much interested in antique art and paintings. I was hoping that you would put it on exhibition and we would split the profit and after the two months the paintings are yours and I can't interfere with what you do with it after those two months.

Kıvılcım looked at the pen in her hand and tapped it on the desk, as if she is thinking and calculating. She looks at Ömer.

Kıvılcım: And after that I won't have to see you again?

Ömer: You won't ever have to see my infuriating face again.

Kıvılcım thought that he had anything but an infuriating face, it's more his attitude that's infuriating.

Kıvılcım: Okay, I will first have to consult with my staff and get back to you.

Ömer: That's fair. If you do agree, the art pieces were going to be delivered to me but Alas bey invited us to his ranch for two days where the paintings are. I will take my three tails that is Metehan included...

Kıvılcım: Ömer don't call my son a tail!

Ömer: Yuh Kıvılcım, calm down. I'm not saying anything bad. (Kıvılcım turns her head and smiles involuntarily) I will take them with me and if you want you can send three of your staff, you can come as well. Alas bey already knows you so it won't be strange. That is if you accept my offer.