"Just do it for me."

"I'm busy right now."

Turning his face this way and that in the mirror, Mun-jong shoved Jeong-eun away as she pressed closer.

"I've no time to play with you."

"Oppa, come on."

"Ilhyeon Card must be idle enough that its president can go gadding about like this."

Jeong-eun clutched his sleeve and pleaded.

"It's because I'm not idle that I'm here. Oppa. Do something."

"Have you lost your mind? Hey!"

Mun-jong knocked her hand off his sleeve.

"By any sane reckoning — of all things, acquiring Mirae Card — how do you do that without Father knowing? Hm? Are you asking because you genuinely think it's possible?"

"When did I ask you to keep it from Dad forever? Just — briefly. Very briefly. Hold him off. Only until the signing."

"You are genuinely out of your mind. Are you trying to get someone killed?"

"Keep talking like this and I'll say you put me up to it."

"What?"

"I'll say I decided to acquire Mirae Card because you told me to."

"Wow. Thoroughly cracked. Thoroughly."

Deciding there was no point talking to her, Mun-jong shook his head and turned away.

"No one would believe you, but do as you like."

"Oppa, honestly—"

Knock, knock.

Mun-jong's secretary came in.

"My apologies for interrupting. Vice-Chairman, it's time to leave."

"Is it that time already?"

Startled, Mun-jong checked his watch and hurried to move.

"In any case, I have to go now, so see yourself out."

"See myself out? You have to give me an answer."

"I gave you one. No. Ask a hundred times, it's still no."

Mun-jong stressed the no several times and put on his coat.

Then, looking at Jeong-eun, who was scowling and showing no sign of leaving, he said,

"Aren't you going?"

"Oppa."

"If you don't want to go, don't. I'm going."

He gestured to the secretary waiting at the door.

"I mustn't be late. Have the car ready."

"Yes, sir."

As the secretary moved, Jeong-eun asked,

"Where are you going?"

"I told you — to meet Father and President Sang-hoe Lee."

"That's…