Insanely insane
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Inside his office—a sprawling space with floor-to-ceiling windows, steel, and marble—he slammed his files on the desk, startling the assistant who had followed him in.
“Coffee,” Aariz barked, not even looking up.
“Yes, sir.”
He sat in his leather chair, hands pressed to his temples. A meeting agenda glared at him from the screen, but all he could see was the curve of Timtim’s neck when she had turned her head shyly away from him. The sound of her small gasp when his lips had brushed her ear.
“Fuck,” Aariz muttered under his breath, his patience unraveling.
The door creaked open again, his right-hand man, Ruhan, stepped in. “Boss, the partners from Istanbul are waiting for the—”
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