Selim stopped tapping. He leaned forward, his smile thin and cold. "Promises don’t pay the bills, Demir. If you aren't here Sunday, don’t bother coming Monday. There are a hundred men outside that gate who would beg for your chair."
He reached into his pocket, pulled out his factory ID, and slammed it onto the desk. Yeter Lan Yeter
"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." Selim stopped tapping
"I can't, Selim Bey," Demir said, his voice a low vibration. "My daughter has her recital. I promised." Selim stopped tapping. He leaned forward