The person standing at the entrance of the first-floor lobby, glaring at the camera with a face full of anger, was none other than Green’s father, Han Moon-taek.
It was the first time Han Moon-taek had come to his daughter’s marital home since she got married over a year ago. He never knew the address in the first place.
Pressing the intercom button, Green asked, “Father, how did you know to come here?”
“Is Jin Sunwoo, no, Jin Sunwoo at home right now?”
Seeing Han Moon-taek immediately asking for Sunwoo in anger, Green had a bad feeling.
Pushing Sunwoo, who was trying to approach, into a corner, Green shook her head and replied, “He left early this morning. He’s not at home right now.”
“Damn it! Such a deceitful family. Green, get out of that house right now.”
“What? Why?”
“Why? Don’t you understand the situation? Now that it’s revealed that Jin Sunwoo is just a good-looking sham, why stay there any longer? Huh?”
Watching Han Moon-taek getting increasingly agitated, Green thought she should calm him down first. Above all, she had to avoid a direct confrontation between her father and Sunwoo.
“Just go home for now. I’ll be there in an hour.”
“Why wait an hour? Come down right now. Let’s go together.”
“I haven’t even washed my face yet. I’ll get ready as quickly as possible and come over, so please go back home for now. Okay?”
After a moment of silence, Han Moon-taek’s eyes moved rapidly, clearly calculating something in his head. Finally, he nodded.
“Don’t dawdle and come as quickly as you can. Otherwise, I’ll barge into Jin Sunwoo’s office.”
“Okay, just go back for now.”
After Han Moon-taek disappeared from the security screen, Green sighed deeply in relief.
Then, Sunwoo’s large hand touched her shoulder from behind. His touch was careful but full of concern.
“Do you really have to go?”
“Don’t worry. I can handle my father.”
Reluctantly, Sunwoo nodded in agreement.
Then Sunwoo’s personal phone rang. The caller was his secretary and friend, Ahn Yong-ki.
“Hey, Yong-ki. What’s the situation at the office?”
“It’s chaos. Phones are ringing off the hook in every department. It’s a total disruption of work.”
“And the journalists?”
“They’re swarming outside the company. It’d be better for you to work from the residence today.”
As Sunwoo remained silent, Ahn Yong-ki tried to sound upbeat.
“Don’t worry. I’ve talked with the vice president. We’ll take down today’s articles and create a new issue. Just wait a few days.”
“Thanks.”
“Stay strong, Jin Sunwoo! Your secretary is more capable than he looks.”
Ahn Yong-ki’s incongruous jest elicited a serious response from Sunwoo.
“I know. But don’t push yourself too hard.”
“What kind of defeatist talk is that? I should be shouting ‘fighting!'”
“I’m hanging up.”
Ending the call with Yong-ki, Sunwoo turned around to find Green standing like a statue, her eyes wide.
“Aren’t you going to meet your father?”
“Was that Ahn Yong-ki, the secretary?”
“Yes.”
“And you use informal language with him?”
Seeing Green’s curiosity piqued even in such a situation was both amusing and endearing.
“We’ve developed an implicit rule over time.”
“An implicit rule?”
“When we talk as the executive director and the secretary, we use formal language. But when we talk as friends, it naturally turns into informal speech.”
Green nodded, intrigued.
“I think it’s the first time I’ve seen you speak informally to someone else.”
“Is it? Well, except for Yong-ki, I don’t easily drop formalities with anyone else.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m afraid of making mistakes. Yong-ki is the only person who I’m okay with making mistakes around.”
“I see. Sunwoo, you must be really comfortable with Secretary Ahn.”
Seeing that Sunwoo doesn’t use informal language with her, Green realized she wasn’t yet someone he was completely at ease with.
She felt a sudden envy for Ahn Yong-ki, Sunwoo’s sole confidant. However, being jealous of her husband’s male secretary seemed quite absurd.
“Look at me, I need to get ready quickly and leave before my father creates a scene.”
Green hurried to the bathroom and washed her face with cold water.
‘I shouldn’t be worrying about this right now, Green. First, deal with father.’
When Green arrived at her parents’ house, her father was sitting in the living room, waiting for her with an air of determination, ready to storm off to K1 Group if she was even a minute late.
Though it was the house she lived in until a year ago, it felt strangely unfamiliar to Green.
“Green!”
As soon as he saw her, Han Moon-taek began yelling and pointing fingers. Then he took a deep breath and stood up.
“Follow me.”
He strode ahead to the second-floor room that Green used to use. Although it seemed odd to go to that room, Green followed him.
“Sit down here.”
Following Han Moon-taek’s instruction, Green sat on her old bed.
He pulled a chair in front of her and, lowering his voice, carefully began to speak.
“About the thing I mentioned before, what happened? Did you really do it?”
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