Chapter 2: Do You Believe In Love? (2)
The next morning. The villa of Seo Geon-u, chairman of the Eunseong Group.
Jeongsun, who was in charge of the chairman's meals, arrived to work at 7:10 am.
It was almost the same time when Chairman Seo got up.
Jeongsun's first order of the day was to make the boss' favorite Tanzanian coffee.
However, it was almost eight o'clock in the morning and he hadn't appeared yet.
Chairman Seo, who stayed at the villa for a few days every month, always came out to the living room like clockwork to check the news.
For the first time she felt troubled.
At eight o'clock she couldn't wait anymore, so she knocked on the bedroom door.
She called out carefully, but there was no answer.
The bedroom door opened a sliver.
Did he sleep with the door open?
She pushed open the door a little more.
When there was no answer, she walked in despite feeling rude about the intrusion.
Chairman Seo was sleeping peacefully on the bed.
She drew up his blankets to cover him, but when her hand brushed against his chest–!
Chairman Seo's body was cold to the touch.
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Seoul Central District Prosecutor's Office.
Jiyeon looked at the complainant sitting opposite of her.
Her eyes were sharp as she scrutinized every detail of her subject.
He had a cast on his leg and was dressed in mountain-climbing clothes.
A pair of crutches leaned against the table.
He was the victim of a traffic accident. Until now.
Jiyeon had been looking into the situation for the past several days and carefully arranged her research in front of Sangbong.
Sangbong suddenly became uneasy.
Jiyeon held up her phone and showed Sangbong his social media profile.
Sangbong looked at the picture of himself smiling on the summit of Jirisan.
He was cornered.
What kind of prosecutor was this meticulous? Didn't she have anything better to do? It was only a traffic accident.
Sangbong fell to his knees.
He began to beg.
Jiyeon's expression did not change. She kept her glare on him.
She was having these bitter thoughts to herself when there was a knock.
It was a clerk from the administrative office.
Jeongho was a bear-sized, gentle-looking man, and he didn't usually interrupt her.
Jiyeon let a sigh escape from her mouth.
She didn't know if this time she would be threatened or reprimanded or pardoned…
She had to hang in there. She had come so far.
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The office of Chief Public Prosecutor Han Junggwon at the Seoul Central District Public Prosecutors' Office.
Jiyeon was quiet with a stiff expression.
The chief prosecutor did not bother hiding his displeasure.
Department Chief Lee, who was accused of sexual harassment, was one of his favored subordinate prosecutors.
Jiyeon was appalled.
The chief prosecutor's sentence was interrupted by a phone ringing.
It was the hotline that connected the branch office of the National District Prosecutor's office and the National Police Agency.
A red bulb informed him that the call was from the Incheon Police Agency.
The chief prosecutor answered the call.
As he was talking on the phone his face turned ashen.
Jiyeon's intuition told her something was wrong. As soon as he hung up the phone she addressed him.
Jiyeon quickly checked her phone for any news articles.
As soon as the chief prosecutor attempted to use the hotline, the bulb lit up again.
This time it was the prosecutor general's office.
What? He was just about to call him. Did he hear it from another route?
The chief prosecutor cleared his throat with a cough and picked up the phone.
Murder?