Until I Found You

Part 15

Omer clenched his fists, his frustration palpable. He then shouted, his voice echoing across the field. "You're undermining me. Stick to the plan or don't interfere at all!"

"Omer, stop yelling in front of the kids. The parents are watching." Kivilcim insisted, her tone cutting through the air. "Or I'll have to consider your behavior as the principal. It's unprofessional."

Omer's expression shifted from frustration to disbelief. "What? You're going to fire me as the head coach?" he shot back, his voice rising in incredulity. "You can't fire me, Kivilcim. Technically, I am your boss."

Kivilcim hesitated, her jaw tightening as she struggled to rein in her emotions. She began to tear up. "Fine. Boss." she relented with visible reluctance, her voice softer but still tinged with frustration. "There's nothing more I want than ending this trip. Let's finish this game, BOSS." she said, emphasizing the word 'boss.'

With that, Kivilcim turned away, her steps purposeful as she returned to the sideline and sat down by Metehan, consoling him as he released tiny hiccups. Omer and Kivilcim's team scored once more, locking in their win. For the rest of the game after their argument, the two didn't speak to each other. It was like this on the ride back to the hotel as well as back home. They both began to think, was their relationship always going to be like this moving forward? Were they ever going to find a way to melt the ice between them?

The next day

Omer sat at his desk, going through the latest reports when his phone buzzed. It was a message from Abdullah, requesting a meeting in his office. Omer sighed, knowing these meetings were always intense. In fact, his sick father paid a rare surprise visit today. He gathered his notes and made his way to the conference room.

When Omer entered, Abdullah was already seated, flipping through some documents. Next to him sat his father, Orhan, looking pale but alert. Omer greeted them both and took his seat.

"Good morning, Omer," Abdullah began. "We're here to discuss our latest investments and the performance of our hotels."

Orhan nodded, his sharp eyes on Omer. "Yes, I want to hear about our progress, numbers and any new ventures we've undertaken."

Omer cleared his throat and started his presentation, detailing the success of their hotel chain, the increased occupancy rates, and the new marketing strategies that had paid off.

"Good. Very good. My son, I have been in this business for a long time. I trust you both to keep our family name in high standards.," Orhan said, his voice slightly strained. "But I understand we've also invested in a school?"

Omer paused, glancing at Abdullah. "Yes, Baba. We've invested in a local school."

Orhan raised an eyebrow. "And how much profit have we made from this investment?"

Omer hesitated, then answered, "We've made a modest profit, Baba. But the impact has been more significant in terms of community engagement. We've already earned awards, our teachers are the best and they have a great athletics department."

Orhan frowned. "I hear you, but It's unlike us to invest in something like a school. Why haven't we sold it yet?"

Abdullah leaned forward, looking slightly uncomfortable. "I've asked Omer to consider selling it, father. But he believes in the potential of this investment."

Omer took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. He couldn't tell them the real reason – his feelings for Kivilcim, who worked at the school. Instead, he said, "We've made a positive impact on the community, Baba. We are Unal holding. We should be different. The school has become a vital part of the area, and Metehan goes to that school. The connections we've built are invaluable."