Yeter Lan Yeter ✔ (Easy)

Across from him sat Selim, his supervisor, tapping a rhythmic, annoying beat on the desk with a gold-plated pen.

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." Yeter Lan Yeter

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. Across from him sat Selim, his supervisor, tapping

"Enough with the 'family' talk!" Demir’s voice wasn't just loud; it was heavy with the weight of three years of silence. "Enough with the threats! I am a man, not a machine you can just oil with lies. You want the shipment? You move the crates. You want the Sunday shift? You sit in the dust." "Promises don’t pay the bills, Demir