Chapter 10.5
It was a vulgar word. Woojin frowned in distaste, and Jung Ho-myung, who, like him, was used to pulling all-nighters, immediately looked uneasy. Realizing he had overstepped, he quickly apologized, "Sorry, that was inappropriate."
Woojin entered his office without another glance. Behind him, Jung Ho-myung bent deeply at the waist and said, "Good luck with your work, senior." The words were cut off mid-sentence as the door shut.
Haewon did have a baby face. Despite being twenty-nine, he went around pretending to be a music student, and there were fools naive enough to believe such nonsense.
Woojin never liked the number twenty-nine. It was the age at which his fiancée had committed suicide. It was the age at which Lee Taeshin had killed himself, causing him endless trouble.
After experiencing two such coincidences, Haewon's age began to bother him immensely. It was one of the reasons he had tried to distance himself. No number was as incomplete as twenty-nine. Fortunately, he would soon turn thirty. Once this winter passed, his ownership would be perfected even further.
"Prosecutor, Chief Prosecutor Park Hyung-soo called earlier. Did you have your phone off?"
"I turned it off during the meeting."
"He said it was urgent and asked you to call him back."
"I'll call now."
Woojin replied to Section Chief Hwang, then entered his office and shut the door. From a corner of his bookshelf, lined with law books and case files, he pulled out a thick Prosecutorial Practical Training Record. Inside the pages of a book no one would ever bother opening, a document envelope was hidden. He took it and dialed Park Hyung-soo.
"Sorry, I was in a meeting."
— "I hear you're shaking down the Federation of Economic Organizations?"