Chapter
One Hundred and Thirty-Eight
She stepped out of the car and into the glow of the
Villa.
And then... She froze for a second before masking it.
Demir was there. This was the last thing she needed:
for someone to ask if she was okay.
He stood just past the steps, dust still clinging to
his boots, his smile bright as if it had waited months to reach her.
"Asli," he said easily, already walking toward her.
"You should have come along for the mission. It was a mess and you, would have
loved it. We almost died like five times."
She went right past him.
Didn’t bother to look.
And neither did she slow down.
Asli did not even offer him the courtesy of air.
Behind her, his voice faltered. As if he couldn’t
believe she had walked past him without acknowledging him or saying a word.
"Asli?"
She did not answer.
The hall swallowed her.
She crossed straight into her room and shut the door
behind her like a final sentence. She pushed herself to her office desk. The
room was ice and shadow.
She welcomed both while she dropped into her chair
and woke her laptop screen with fingers that still faintly trembled. The
briefing that had once bored her bloomed to life.
She needed to keep her mind busy. She needed to do
something that didn’t revolve around him.
Land dispute.
"Arh yes!" she exclaimed.
The case was a daring one. Both parties were rich
and could easily buy anything they wanted but they wanted one land.
She stared at the words until they burned.
Then she leaned forward.
And the world narrowed. Her mind was diverted from
Ahmet just as she wanted.
The boy’s face returned to her; the one who had come
to her men with eyes too old for his bones. The way his voice broke when he
spoke about his father. The way his hands shook when he admitted he had nothing
left from his father except one piece of land he wasn’t allowed to stand on
anymore.
She dragged maps across her screen.
Watched the city rearrange itself obediently beneath
her commands.
She memorized the school’s windows, not with
compassion... but with calculation.
She tracked donors.
Flooded her screen with photographs of smiling
monsters.
She studied every wire. Every wall.
Not to destroy them but to expose and weaken any
defense that could fight her.
She moved as she had always known how to move. This
was what she knew she could do best. Not some stupid feelings and emotions. She
was born to have coldness in her spine and purpose in her blood.
Hours vanished and every other thing held its breath
around her.
By the time she leaned back in her chair, the world
outside her window had turned silver.
Morning found her like a stranger.
Her reflection stared back at her from the dark
glass of her screen.
A woman with no warmth left.
A woman who had traded it for steel before she could

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