"Chairman."

Do-beom Hwang came hurrying into Tak-hyeon Lee's office.

"Chairman. We have a problem."

"What's happened?"

"They say one of Mun-jong's secretaries, Secretary Lee, has confessed."

Tak-hyeon Lee had been sitting on the sofa with a newspaper. He raised his head, looked at Do-beom Hwang's ashen face, and asked,

"Is he the one who did the killing?"

"No. The one who used his own hands was Secretary Park. Secretary Lee is the man who went around with him."

Tak-hyeon Lee took a moment to place who it was Do-beom Hwang meant, then said,

"You mean the one who was in the Special Forces."

Do-beom Hwang couldn't keep the alarm off his face as he spoke.

"Chairman. What should we do? With a confession in hand, the prosecution may drive it all the way up to Mun-jong."

"Let them drive it up if they want to."

Unlike Do-beom Hwang, who was rattled, Tak-hyeon Lee's face was perfectly calm.

"The prosecution will call Mun-jong in and question him a few times."

"Chairman."

"If I've blocked it this far, I've done as much as anyone could."

Tak-hyeon Lee shook his head as though there wasn't an ounce of regret in him, and said,

"Where are we if we're frightened of him even being questioned? Questioning is nothing."

Tak-hyeon Lee made no attempt to hide his displeasure, and leaned back against the arm of the sofa.

"More to the point."

Still leaning on the arm, he tilted his head and brought up the thing that didn't sit right.

"What made him suddenly come forward and confess? Didn't you tell me there was no sign of it?"

If there had been a sign, they would have tried to shut his mouth first.

But as of yesterday no such sign had shown, so Do-beom Hwang and the secretariat had relaxed and taken their attention off Ho-yeong Lee.

And now that same Ho-yeong Lee had changed his mind in a single day, and Tak-hyeon Lee assumed there was a reason.

Do-beom Hwang looked awkward, and answered.

"The thing is… they say Seong-ho paid him a visit."

"Seong-ho?"