He walked out of the office, through the lint-filled air of the factory floor. His coworkers watched him, their eyes wide. Demir didn't look back. For the first time in years, the air outside the factory gates didn't smell like chemicals—it just smelled like the wind.
Suddenly, Demir stood up so fast his chair clattered to the floor. The sound cracked like a gunshot. Demir roared. Yeter Lan Yeter
He reached into his pocket, pulled out his factory ID, and slammed it onto the desk. He walked out of the office, through the