Honestly, darling, after the crisp air of Toronto, the smog of Maslak—smelling like car exhaust and desperate ambition—was quite the shock to my system. But wherever there's a narcissist with a God complex, Madison (that's me!) is there to pull the plug.
My target: CEO Taylan.
There he was, sitting behind a massive walnut desk that probably cost several rainforests, staring down a shivering intern. The poor kid was sweating buckets while Taylan delivered one of his trademark "visionary" speeches.
"Look, kid," Taylan said, leaning back with a smug grin. "We're a family here. Working weekends isn't 'sacrifice,' it's loyalty to the family. I worked hard for this, I built this yacht... uh, I mean this company, with my bare hands."
Did you catch that? He almost said "yacht," the tacky little thing!
