"Director Yang."

The DMC vice president's office, taking up the whole of a floor space of more than a hundred and sixty square metres.

Inside, it is neatly ordered with monotone office furniture in which the contrast of black and white is emphasised.

A display cabinet filled with pieces that look expensive even at a glance shows the quiet quality and the financial strength of the space's owner.

Tok. Trickle, trickle, trickle.

Vice President Jang Jonghun, holding a putter and practising his putting, called Yang Docheol quietly.

"Yes, sir! Director!"

Yang Docheol, who only a few minutes earlier had been running Gu Miryeo down like a rat, answered in a voice with the discipline tight in it.

Jang Jonghun's age is a good way below Yang Docheol's, but he is the superior Yang Docheol serves.

In front of Jang Jonghun, who pulled a Yang Docheol lodged in a small agency all the way up to this place, he bowed his head low.

"Investment results lately are no good at all."

He is pointing at the collapse in DMC's share price caused by the COVID-19 pandemic.

Investment in the Korean film and drama field is doing badly too, pushed back by Newflix capital.

The cinema screens are at the point of barely keeping breath in them.

They are recording a net loss for the period two years running.

Serious pressure has come in from DM Group head office.

Had it not been for a wife who is royal family, it is a situation in which Jang Jonghun too would have found the vice president's chair hard to hold.

"I'm sorry!"

Yang Docheol dropped his head sharply, as though it were his own oversight.

"It isn't Director Yang's part, is it. Every one of them incompetent…… tch."

Breaking off in the middle, Jang Jonghun clicked his tongue.

The field in question is occupied by the many people Vice-Chairman Go Mihyeon appointed as executives.

They cannot be cleared out carelessly for bad performance.

Even Chairman Go Jaeyong, her elder brother, cannot avoid watching how it will look to a Go Mihyeon who holds…