Mrs. and Mr. Soysalan - AsLaz

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- 2 DAYS AGO -

Alaz Soysalan's planned week never included meeting his fiancée while still enjoying in his bachelorhood.

He sat in his leather office chair, the breathtaking view of Istanbul's skyline stretching out before him. The Soysalan Holding headquarters occupied the top floors of a gleaming skyscraper, symbolizing the family's success and influence in the world of business. Alaz's office was the epitome of luxury, with floor-to-ceiling windows, sleek modern furniture and walls adorned with abstract art pieces.

As the heir to Soysalan Holding, Alaz had grown accustomed to the effects of wealth and privilege. Despite his playboy reputation, Alaz was an intelligent businessman. He had a strange ability to close deals and spot lucrative opportunities, skills that had earned him respect and admiration within the industry.

He, who turned 30 last month, has stepped into the role of Chief Financial Officer at Holding, second only to his father, Serhan, the CEO. A top graduate of Soysalan University and an alumnus of the prestigious Bocconi University in Italy, Alaz combined his academic brilliance with practical achievements. He was included in several successful projects within the company, earning the unanimous approval of the board for his new, important role of CFO, despite his young age.

This morning, like many others, Alaz was deeply engrossed in his work. His laptop hummed quietly on his massive oak desk as he reviewed project proposals, financial reports and strategic plans. Every decision he made had the potential to bring in millions for the family business. Yet, despite the weight of his responsibilities, Alaz remained calm.

The tranquility of his work was periodically interrupted by the sound of his phone, signaling new voice messages. With a casual swipe, he opened his voicemail and began to listen.

#### Message 1:
"Hey Alaz, it's Sahar. I can't stop thinking about you and your fingers. When can we do it again? Call me."

Alaz smirked slightly, his eyes never leaving the spreadsheet on his screen. He made a quick note in the margin, calculating the potential return on investment for a new property acquisition.

#### Message 2:
"Alaz, darling, it's Selma. I miss your touch. Let's meet up soon. I have a few ideas for some fun we can have. Handcuffs are always in my bag. Don't keep me waiting."

Without a hint of distraction, Alaz continued to type, drafting an email to the board of directors about the upcoming quarterly meeting. He was in the middle of outlining his vision for the next major development project.

#### Message 3:
"Mr Soysalan, you naughty boy, it's Meltem. I can't get enough of you. That night at the club was unforgettable. Let's have another hot night, what do you say?"

A chuckle escaped his lips, but his focus remained unbroken. Alaz switched tabs to review a contractor bid, analyzing the cost-effectiveness and reliability of their past work. He made a mental note to negotiate a better rate.

#### Message 4:
"Hey handsome, it's Zeynep. Last night was wild. You're amazing. Let's do it again soon, okay? Call me."

Alaz's fingers danced across the keyboard as he finalized a report for a meeting scheduled for later that day. He glanced at his watch, noting that he had precisely fifteen minutes to finish his current task and prepare for the presentation.

Alaz had perfected the art of dividing his life. During the day, he was the ulimate businessman, making decisions that influenced the fate of Soysalan Holding and securing its place at the top of the industry. At night, he indulged in the pleasures of the city's elite social scene, embracing his reputation as a womanizer.