"At the burial mountain?"

"Yes. Chairman."

"……" The study of the main house in Seongbuk-dong.

Chairman Ha Cheolgon was drinking tea when An Donghyeon, the chief of his secretariat, brought him the report, and for a moment he was thrown. Before long he shut his mouth, seemingly sunk in thought.

"They say there was a short argument with Director Ha."

"An argument?"

"……" An Donghyeon the secretary had taken a detailed report from the burial mountain caretakers. He left out the remarks it would do Chairman Ha Cheolgon no good to hear.

"Hurr……"

Chairman Ha Cheolgon closed his eyes gently. All that came out past his lips was a small sigh.

He had no face to show to the ancestors laid in the burial mountain, or to his dead wife.

His third son Ha Donggeon, hot-tempered and foolish.

He did not have to see it; it drew itself in his head, what the man would have done to Donghwi's household at the burial mountain.

He had not hoped for a harmonious family, but he had wanted to set a firm way of doing things in the house.

If he is to look for the cause, everything went wrong after that day.

His youngest son Ha Donghwi, who made the selfish choice of living his own life rather than the safety of the group and the house.

And that son's child has grown up and is challenging him head on.

"How was the boy?"

"Your youngest grandson……"

Director An Donghyeon called up the things he had gone through himself at the H.R CAR opening ceremony yesterday.

Twenty years old. An age that still knows nothing, twenty.

Not one of the people gathered in that room treated Ha Tae-ung, a young man of a bare twenty years, as though he were a kid.

Ilseong, MG, Sindo, Kang Pilseong the private-lending king, Daehan Securities and the rest — every one of them showed the same attitude.

It was a room where figures anybody would know at a mention had assembled to the last man.

The way Ha Tae-ung stood mixed in among them…