"Why did you do it?"

"D— do what?"

The Pacific Fisheries office in Jungang-dong, Sokcho.

It was a branch office once and it is the main one now.

Yang Susan sold the head office building off as well when the operating funds ran dry.

Two men in a friendship had come face to face in the chief's room.

Has the bastard worked it out?

Last night he drank, to work the strain off among other things, and spent time with a woman.

Yang Susan did not come in until around midday.

Ha Donghwi ought to have been out on calls and gone, and instead had stayed in the office, waiting for Yang Susan.

"……Friend."

Ha Donghwi's voice is cold and heavy, unlike his usual.

The word is friend and the eyes are nothing of the kind.

"What? Has something happened?"

Yang Susan asked it in a raised, fussing tone, watching for the feel of the room.

He did not yet know the reason Ha Donghwi's manner had changed.

A different figure entirely from yesterday.

"Since when?"

It is an out-of-nowhere question from Ha Donghwi.

Why did you do it, and now since when.

"What? What is? Say it properly, man!"

Yang Susan's voice rose.

He had been stung for nothing, and his temper was up.

This is still plainly a company he is chief of.

It had the shape of being called to account by a mere director, and it was unpleasant.

"Pacific Fisheries. It isn't your personal property."

"What?"

"It's a battlefield of people's lives, held by thirty-odd staff and me with blood and sweat. And the creature who calls himself chief…… siphons off the shells and the bullets behind their backs?"

Anger settled in Ha Donghwi's eyes, looking straight at Yang Susan.

"Fuck……. What a load of shit you talk! Heh heh heh heh."

Yang Susan felt at once that he was found out, and threw the mask off.

And crossed one leg over the other and leaned his back into the chair.

Click. Tssss.

He put a cigarette in his mouth and struck the lighter.

A company…