Flashback — Deniz's First Day at Kael Holdings
The morning sun hangs low over the city, casting long shadows across the gleaming facade of Kael Holdings. The building rises toward the sky like a monument to ambition—glass, steel, and impossible height, each window catching the light like a thousand silent eyes. It dominates the skyline, a statement of power written in architecture.
A 22-year-old boy stands at the base of this colossus, craning his neck to take it all in.
His dark eyes, framed by simple glasses that keep sliding down his nose, trace the building's ascent floor by floor until the top disappears into the morning haze. His grip tightens on the strap of his shoulder bag, knuckles whitening. His other hand clenches and unclenches at his side, a nervous rhythm he can't control.
You can do this, Deniz.
