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"Demir, look," Selim said, not looking up. "The shipment is late. I need you to stay through Sunday. No overtime pay this time—we’re 'family,' remember? We all sacrifice for the company."

The silence in the office grew heavy, thick with the hum of the machines outside. Demir looked at the gold pen. He looked at the stack of unpaid invoices on the desk. He thought of every "yes" he had ever forced out of a dry throat. Yeter Lan Yeter

"I can't, Selim Bey," Demir said, his voice a low vibration. "My daughter has her recital. I promised." "Demir, look," Selim said, not looking up