Mrs. and Mr. Soysalan - AsLaz

13

get ready for a long journey because our lovers are travelling too

destination: unknown, for now 😉

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“Where the fuck is Bahar?” Emre muttered, his fingers mashing keys on his laptop as he frowned at his screen. “She went out fifteen minutes ago to pick up drinks, my brain’s about to melt.”

Asi glanced up, feeling the weight of the last few days—the whirlwind of her sister’s wedding still spinning in her mind. She had barely had time to breathe and now here she was, back in the office, drowning in work that had piled up during her time away. Deniz, who had tried to manage things remotely, couldn’t keep up with her pace, so now they were both in over their heads trying to fix it all in person.

Deniz ignored Emre’s whining entirely and instead sent her an updated file, then stretched his arms back with a groan, removing his blue light glasses.

"Looks good now," Asi smiled at him, giving him a nod of approval. Deniz just grinned back before folding his arms behind his head.

They needed a break—badly. Asi, feeling the fatigue of the past few days wash over her, placed her laptop aside and grabbed her water bottle, absentmindedly twisting the cap on and off. The guys around her shifted, slowly closing their laptops too, letting out collective sighs of relief.

They started gossiping about some of their colleagues from another department. Asi, half-listening, started spinning slowly in her office chair, feeling the lightness of the conversation. Yağız started diving into more technical talk about their code, his hands waving in the air as if that’d somehow make things clearer.

Emre groaned again, interrupting, “Dude, we’re on a fucking break. Stop making my head hurt.”

Barış smirked as he glanced toward the door. “Feels like Yaman’s gonna walk in any second to tear us apart.”

Asi leaned back, swirling her pen, "Yaman’s not coming in this week. He’s home resting after the wedding, probably knocked out cold."

“How are they not on a honeymoon yet?”

“Rüya’s got a couple of important doctor appointments this week and next. They’re flying out to the Dominican Republic in about 15 days, though.”

The conversation quickly spiraled into wedding gossip—who got too drunk, who danced with whom and some particularly embarrassing behavior from employees that Asi barely remembered. It was just starting to get juicy when someone knocked on the door.

Mert immediately perked up, nearly jumping out of his seat. “That’s gotta be Bahar,” he muttered, standing up.

Bahar appeared at the doorway with a tray of fresh juices. “Coffees are coming in a bit. Oh, Asi, one of the clients is asking for you."

Asi didn’t move a muscle, she just pursed her lips and casually replied, “Tell them I’m on a break. I don’t remember any meetings scheduled today.”

“You might want to reconsider that.”

Asi raised an eyebrow, glancing toward the door but still not making any move. “What the hell are you talking about, Bahar?”

Before Bahar could answer, she stepped aside and in walked Alaz. He was holding a massive bouquet of red roses, his presence filling the entire office with a mix of surprise and tension. Asi froze, her eyes widening as her brain tried to process what was happening. She definitely hadn’t scheduled this.

Alaz looked effortlessly charming, like he’d just stepped off a yacht in Saint-Tropez. His white linen shirt was casually unbuttoned just enough to reveal a glimpse of his toned chest, his silver chain gleaming against his sun-kissed skin. The matching linen shorts, paired with his Patek watch and sunglasses perched on top of his head, gave off the vibe of someone who belonged on the French Riviera.