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Eda didn’t scramble to silence it. Instead, she leaned back, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "It’s not noise, Serkan Bolat. It’s a classic. Maybe if you listened to the lyrics, you’d learn how to breathe for five seconds."

For a moment, the world actually did stop. The interns held their breath. Serkan looked down at her, the stern lines of his face softening just a fraction—a change only Eda could provoke. Eda Yildiz Telefon Zil Sesi

"It doesn't have a color, Serkan. It has a feeling." She stood up, closing the distance between them. "And I’m not changing it. Every time it rings, I want you to remember that there’s a world outside of your blueprints." Eda didn’t scramble to silence it

"You breathe like a machine," Eda laughed, finally picking up the phone. It was Melo, probably calling to obsess over a new 'crush of the week.' Eda pressed ignore and looked up at Serkan. "You know, I chose this ringtone specifically for this office. It needs a little soul. A little... love." It’s a classic

He leaned in closer, whispering so only she could hear, "If it rings one more time while I’m presenting the Italy proposal, I’m throwing it into the Bosphorus."