Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Three
Demir
"Uncle, calm down. I'll get you the items they stole
from the warehouses," Demir said, trying to keep his voice steady, though
It trembled slightly under Marco's glare.
But Marco wasn't listening. He paced back and forth, each
step sharp and deliberate, knocking a stack of papers off his desk. He yanked
books from the shelves, sending them clattering to the floor. His jaw was
tight, teeth gnashing, eyes wild with a fury that made the air feel heavier.
"Do not tell me to calm down!" Marco shouted, his
hand slamming into the wood of the desk. "Do you know what will happen if
they all find out I have lost the control I have over them? Do you know how
much I have even lost?"
Demir swallowed, his throat tight. "I know, Uncle. And
I will get them back for you. You know I have devoted my youth… my life, to
running the warehouses." His voice cracked despite his efforts to stay
composed.
