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"You," Demir demanded. "You’ve been here for months, but you never say anything. I don’t even know what you do. (Emrah, what is your name?)"

Just then, Demir stopped pacing and pointed a finger directly at the back row, right at Emrah. The room went silent.

The room buzzed. Emrah walked to the front, pulled up the code, and pointed to the error. It was a simple, subtle flaw that everyone had missed because they were looking for something complicated. Within ten minutes, he had proposed a fix. EmrahВ AdД±n Ne Senin

Emrah knew the answer. He had found a faulty line of code days ago. But he was terrified of speaking up. He feared being wrong, feared being judged, feared taking up space.

"Good work, Emrah," Demir said, his tone shifting from angry to impressed. "Why didn't you say something sooner?" "I was waiting to be asked," Emrah admitted. "Don't wait," Demir replied. "Make them know your name." "You," Demir demanded

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The question was intended to be dismissive, a way to shame him for being invisible. But in that second, something snapped inside Emrah. He realized that if he didn't tell them his name, he would remain a ghost. Emrah stood up. His voice shook at first. (Emrah, what is your name

Mr. Demir stopped shouting. He looked at the code, then at Emrah.