He took her hands and held her. In that instant--shutters went off as images flooded the internet to the brim. The news was on point especially in the Istanbul T.V station--the headlines were at it.
BREAKING: THE MULTI-BILLIONAIRE, THE FOUNDER OF HAKAN ENTERPRISE'S WEDDING TOOK PLACE IN THIS EVENING AT THE BOSPORUS CONVENTION.
The young entrepreneur got on board right after his father, Emre Yusuf Hakan, who passed just few months prior. The 51-year-old man well trusted his fairly experienced son to continue his company admits the trials and charges. As trusted by his father--Nur Hakan did major up scales to "Data Byte" The older version was updated into a newer one. By customer votes--various of features were added. The security was improved and over all earned great satisfaction from the consumers. These major updates boosted the net revenue--now valuing the company at approximately 10$ Billion (31147620000 in Turkish Lira)
The news anchor's nasal voice came out of a pair of speakers in the main hall of the Yildirim estate. The estate was a five-story mansion--consisting of multiple rooms, studies, guest chambers and kitchens. Though the center of it all was the grand hall--settled below on the ground floor of the mansion. To the very opposite of its name, the main hall was sort of tucked away from the general public--as only the most trusted personnel could make their visit. It was kept up to standards by the hundreds if not thousands of servants, the owner to it all was one man, Mert Tarkan Yildirim.
He sat there on the edge of the long-elongated sofa. Palm clutching both arm rest--he wore a casual white linen shirt that reached to his torso--leaving just the top buttons open.
Behind him were his men--Atlas & Celik. They stood by hands clasped behind the crisp edges of their black suits. Their eyes flickered to their master, Mert. His face was unreadable, deep-set brows casting a soft frown as he ran his veiny arms through his curly strands.
Atlas gives Celik a look. He understood. Mert was feeling uneasy, his hawk like gaze was fixated at the News anchor to his front. As his jaw began to clench--then he simply smirked.
He then gets up and strode to the enormous windows to the balcony. The News anchors' voice fading away as soon as he stepped foot on the icy floor.
Few strands of his hair then fluttered ferociously against the wind when he gazed down at the magnificent Istanbul night which was spread for his view.
His eyes flickered at the dimming lights, at the glass skyscrapers. Head tilting further in thoughts.
Why is he...? Celik murmured, snapping to his left of the balcony.
Atlas shrugs, let him be... we don't know what he is thinking.
Celik's brows furrowed, is he mad that Hakan is married? his eyes snapped back to the News.
Atlas shakes his head, gazing back at the silhouette of Mert: Well, he didn't marry into just any family... Celik shot him a look, "He married Ayse Azra Yildiz" the only daughter of Burak Dogan.
Celik nods*
Well...Celik rubbed his back, "I though Hakan would be smarter than this... you know doing a public marriage for a man in this height of power would only bring more unwanted attention"
Atlas bopped his head to that, perhaps... he wanted just that?