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20] Proper Ozturk Etiquette.

He arrived at the door ahead of her, leaning against it and trapping her inside the office with him. His eyes scanned her face; with a flushed complexion, watery eyes, and a trembling bottom lip, he knew there was more to her testimony.

"What do you mean when you say 'I murdered him'?" He interrogated her with gritted teeth.

She shook her head and laughed at him, patting her nose with the back of her hand and gazing into his eyes, gauging his reaction.

"Do you believe I murdered him, as in murdered him?" She regarded him as if he were insane.

"Evet, (yes) that is exactly what you said." He gave her a scowl.

"That is not what I meant," she exhaled loudly.

"What were you referring to then?"

"I meant he died as a result of me, not as a result of what I did." She laughed at his superstition. "Do I appear to be someone capable of murder?" She tapped her foot angrily against the carpet.

"My apologies, Hayir." (No) He smirked

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