“Do you think he’ll tell you that?”

He probably wouldn’t come personally just to catch one coordinator; it would be Kim Yujun, a vice president of Myungjin Group. Who on earth should she wait for? While thinking about someone who might be on the line of suspicion, she soon became enthusiastic.

“It’s me.”

“Who?”

“Do you think he’ll tell you that?”

Could it be that Kim Yujun, vice president of Myungjin Group, who might be involved in the case? Haeun couldn’t help but feel a burning sensation.

“It’s me. I’m close to Inspector Kang Jiho.”

“What? Are you Kang Jiho’s lover?”

Staring at the constantly grumbling Ojonghyuk, she gave him a sharp look.

“If you touch even one hair of mine, Inspector Kang won’t let you off easily.”

Yesterday, she shared the story of meeting Inspector Kang Jiho and even getting caught on the way home. Only then did Ojonghyuk seem to be intimidated and refrained from acting recklessly.

‘Did it work?’

Coughing slightly, she looked at Ojonghyuk retreating and quickly changed her approach.

“If you release me now, I won’t report you.”
Getting out of here was the top priority. What could she say to send Ojonghyuk back to prison? Haeun spat out words that were not in her heart.

“Nothing special happened, and I quit the agency. I’ll just keep my mouth shut.”

She insisted it was true, and an unconvincing persuasion followed, pleading for him to release her.

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

Like a boy in adolescence turning his back harshly, Ojonghyuk turned away. Then, holding Haeun’s phone in his hand, he left.

Bang!

When the door closed, the opaque glass seemed to wobble as if it might fall.

For a moment, a rattling sound was heard from the door. Haeun hurriedly ran to it and turned the handle, but the door got stuck in the middle with a clatter.

“I really won’t report you. Please, let me go. Okay?”

No matter how hard she knocked on the door, it was of no use. Moreover, there was no sign of anyone outside, as if it were an empty house.

“Ha, C.”

Haeun, who had approached the window, pushed it with all her might. Even if there were security bars, if she shouted, someone might come if it wasn’t in the mountains.

However, the window only dropped wooden debris like sawdust, without even a flicker.

A house left vacant for a long time.

In a room filled with spotted yellow wallpaper and dust, there was a musty smell.

“Where on earth is this?”

Haeun looked around slowly.

In the dust-filled room, the only thing hanging from the ceiling was a small incandescent bulb. It wasn’t working either.

“Electricity isn’t coming in either. I have to get out before it gets dark.”

She wondered if everything might go wrong without her knowing it, or how she ended up here. Haeun sat down right there. For a moment, white dust particles fluttered like snow.

‘Is my sister okay? Surely she hasn’t been caught, right?’

Ojonghyuk, who only knows how to act on his temper, probably didn’t do this alone. It’s clear that Kim Yujun is behind this. Then eventually…

“No! Our sister.”

As a dreadful imagination invaded her mind, she couldn’t just sit there. Haeun rushed to the door.

“Excuse me. I’m in a hurry.”

Wouldn’t anyone open the door if she did well? How many people were on the other side of this door, and how could she escape? Haeun wanted to estimate.

“I need the bathroom. I really need to go!”

Bang! Bang bang bang! Haeun hit the door until her fists swelled up and hit it again.

Right then, a click sound was heard from the opposite side. The wooden door swung open with a clatter, and Haeun’s head lifted involuntarily.

“Oh!”

“Hush.”

Asan’s Oeam Village.

Rajin placed the bag with the phone within reach. No matter how many times she called Haeun, she couldn’t get through.

‘What kind of trouble has she gotten into?’

If she knew it would be like this, she would have booked a good hotel rather than sending her to the countryside. It bothered her that she sent her to a place where she had to drive a long distance. Fortunately, it was a relief that the shoot ended early due to the wind carrying drizzle.

‘Should I report to the police?’
On the way out after changing into a hanbok, Rajin quickly took out her phone from the bag to confirm the missed call.

“Ha. Something’s strange.”

There was no doubt that something had happened.

Rajin sent another text to Haeun and messaged Jiho.

―Thank you. Can I call you later tonight?

As she was about to send the message, a loud voice called, “Actress!”

Rajin’s head turned involuntarily at the thick voice.

“Why is Taehyung-sik here?”

Although she had clearly said he was fired, he shamelessly appeared on the set. Rajin’s expression became cold.

“Did Ojonghyuk send you?”

“No. The president is at home.”

Rajin turned her head, not wanting to hear the explanation that he was taking care of himself to avoid going back to prison.

“So, why are you here?”

“I thought I might get leniency if I said this.”

“What leniency?”

What leniency when she had even parted ways with the company? At this absurd remark, Rajin turned away.

“Um, actress! The youngest coordinator is in trouble.”

Rajin’s face changed in an instant.

“I went to return the sponsored jewelry yesterday, and a fight broke out.”

“Why would there be a fight?”

“It seems there are scratches on the jewelry. The coordinator insisted it was already like that.”

She had clearly said she was going to return the sponsorship yesterday. Was it because she couldn’t reach her? Rajin’s heart sank suddenly.

“Is Haeun okay?”

“The president came out and started a fight, and it escalated into a quarrel.”

Although Haeun was young, she had a strong voice in her work. How unfair must it have been for her? Thinking of Haeun alone, Rajin trembled.

“So, what happened?”

“During the scuffle, the president fell, and the showcase corner broke.”

“W-what did you say?”

“So the president’s hand got torn, and now it’s a big deal. Complaints have been filed with the company.”

Rajin sighed at the news that Ojonghyuk asked her to hand Haeun over to the police.

“You’ve done something wrong to the actress, and you’ve worked with Haeun for a long time.”

Hoping to be forgiven and explaining that she restrained herself, Rajin covered her head with her hands.

“Where is Haeun?”

“Since the president won’t let it go, she said she’ll wait until he forgives her. She’s kneeling in front of that house.”

“Even if the jewelry isn’t expensive, I can ask everything. Ha, no. Why is she kneeling…”

Given Haeun’s personality, she probably couldn’t even contact her. She was only worried at the shooting site. Rajin’s liver collapsed.

“Where is it?”

“I’ll take you. This way.”

As the contemplative Rajin hastily got into the car, Taehyung-sik sent a message somewhere.