Rengin Çevik

Two days ago, what happened behind those closed doors was neither calm nor civilized. When Catherine poured her heart out and laid all her raw emotions on the table, Rengin panicked as if she had been caught committing a crime. Fear transformed Rengin into a wild animal within seconds."What the hell are you talking about?!" Rengin had screamed, not caring in the slightest if her voice carried down the hallway. She marched fiercely toward Catherine, shoving a finger toward her chest. "Get a grip on yourself, Catherine! Have you lost your mind? What love? What feelings? My life is already a living hell, and now I’m supposed to deal with your sick fantasies?!"Catherine stood frozen in the face of Rengin’s sudden, crude outburst. The vulnerability in Catherine's eyes only drove Rengin crazier."Don't look at me like that!" Rengin roared. She furiously slammed the files off her desk, pacing back and forth across the room. "This is a hospital. You and I are the management of this institution! Do you have any idea what I have sacrificed for this seat, for this reputation over the years? I am not throwing everything in the trash for your two-minute emotional hysteria! Get the hell out of my office. I never heard this, and don't you dare come to me and talk about this nonsense ever again!"Without a single word, Catherine walked out of the room, a single tear slipping down her cheek.

Rengin, with her 1.74 cm height, straight shoulders, and always impeccably fit physique, stood out as an authority figure in the hospital corridors. Her shoulder-length, clean-cut, dark hair was always perfectly styled, and her sharp cheekbones and prominent jawline gave her a cold yet highly aesthetic elegance. Her piercing dark brown eyes were her greatest weapon, projecting her power and unwavering presence in hospital management. Her wardrobe was never sloppy or ordinary; her signature style at the hospital was her impeccably pressed beige, ecru, and camel-colored double-breasted trouser suits, symbolizing power and luxury. The champagne-colored silk blouses she wore under these luxurious suits, the elegant gold hoop earrings, and the pointed-toe stilettos she never took off, combined masculine strength with feminine grace. She always left the front of her white doctor's coat open, tying the belt at the back perfectly, proudly displaying her elegant attire and the sophisticated demeanor befitting a professor of obstetrics and gynecology.

Peran Vakıf Hospital is a massive healthcare complex rising in one of Istanbul’s most luxurious districts, its exterior completely covered in anthracite panels and reflective mirrored glass, built with the latest cutting-edge modern architecture. The high-ceilinged lobby that welcomes you the moment you step inside is covered in polished, veined white Italian marble and a sharp smell of disinfectant; it resembles the headquarters of a flawlessly running global corporation rather than a place of healing. The administrative corridor located on the top floor of the hospital is covered in sound-absorbing smoky grey carpeting, creating a library-like silence where the executive offices of Rengin and Catherine sit at opposite ends of this eerie hallway. Rengin’s office reflects her obsession with milimetric control, shaped by a matte black wooden door, a massive Italian walnut executive desk, tan leather armchairs, and the suffocatingly heavy scent of fresh lilies, while the giant glass wall right behind her desk looks down on Istanbul’s hazy urban skyline. Catherine’s office at the other end of the corridor embodies a much more intellectual and global vision, adorned with navy and midnight blue tones, a modern desk made of glass and steel, brochures from worldwide medical congresses, English medical journals, and prestigious international diplomas framing the walls. Directly above these two offices lies the chief physician's terrace, an open-air space with wooden deck flooring surrounded by high glass panels accessible only via a keycard system for executives; this is the highest vantage point that takes Istanbul’s fierce wind head-on, where ambulance sirens rising from below blend into the city lights, and where hidden confrontations and tragic silences unfold.