[I still do not understand why Mun-jong Lee, who trusts people so little, trusted his driver and steward Ju-cheol Seong as much as he did. That he entrusted him with a slush fund of a sum as enormous as seven hundred billion won and then gave it no further thought is a thing full of questions to me still. Whether there was some deep bond of trust I did not know of, Mun-jong Lee, having entrusted the slush fund to Ju-cheol Seong…]

Home again, Seong-ho Kim went through the diary.

"Yes. It was Ju-cheol Seong."

Ju-cheol Seong, Mun-jong Lee's driver and private steward, was one of the few men Mun-jong Lee trusted.

Until the trouble broke, Mun-jong Lee had been nearer to Ju-cheol Seong than to Seong-ho Kim; at times it had even seemed a question whether the two were not closer than brothers.

"Well, he trusted him that far, so of course he left him the whole of that sum."

Thinking back to his past life, Seong-ho Kim read on.

[But was it because he trusted him too far? Mun-jong Lee did not know that Ju-cheol Seong had put his hand into the slush fund until Ju-cheol Seong confessed it. Ju-cheol Seong…]

Seong-ho Kim took in what was written there, and called up the driver and Jeong-cheol Choi, who were waiting below.

Jeong-cheol Choi came into the study with the driver, Jung-seo Kim.

"You sent for us?"

"Yes. Sit down."

Seong-ho Kim gestured Jeong-cheol Choi and the hesitating Jung-seo Kim to the sofa.

Jeong-cheol Choi was easy enough about it; Jung-seo Kim wore the look of a man who did not know what to do with himself.

Seong-ho Kim saw it and smiled faintly.

The strain plain on his face, Jung-seo Kim bowed his head the moment he was seated.

"Vice-Chairman. If I have done something wrong, please forgive me. It will have been because I did not know better. If you will tell me, I shall see that it never happens again. I am sorry."

After Jung-seo Kim's apology, Jeong-cheol Choi put in a word for him as…