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A day with Managing Director Yoon.

Hey, I'm Yoon Yi-jun.

Sure, I already know what you're thinking.

The beverage of choice for a chaebol

is probably organic tea at a certain temperature,

and they have their secretary make it precisely to order.

Well, that's not what I'm into. Here's what I like.

I start things off with a cup of coffee,

and I brewed it myself.

Mm.

Cut.

Thanks, everyone. Great work.

That was great, sir. The lines were perfect.

- Here you go. - Oh.

- How was that? - Oh… Wait.

Tastes like burnt bean water.

You want me to keel over and die right here?

I tried to stop this, sir. They insisted, though.

70% of our employees drink coffee, so

to make it more relatable, we had to do this.

- Bring me water. - Water.

- Buddy, the wink's great. - It's your dumb idea.

Oh, right. Another thing, I forgot to teach you this one.

Go. Get him out.

Wow. Yeah.

The proposal you sent over looks pretty good.

Yep, definitely awesome.

That goes without saying. Oh, can you hold on a second, please?

Leaders should be great communicators. Super essential.

Cut.

I'm a fan of all sports: rowing, basketball, baseball, so--

Soc…

Soccer, tennis. I like doing them all.

I've always felt sports are great for encouraging teamwork.

Though there isn't much to reveal, I'd like to show you all the real Yi-jun.

So take a look. More coming up.

My apologies, sir.

Do you know why I take Gongjin Dan's deer antler velvet

and wild ginseng during seasonal changes?

Because I want to stay healthy without working out.

I know. I'm sorry.

Get the name of whoever's terrible idea this was.

I want name, rank, everything.

Because of the Miss Han thing,

your name's brought up around the office a lot.

The higher-ups aren't happy with you. The interview is all that's left.

Please, it's just 30 minutes.

That's right.

They're just worried about me staining the Taekang legacy.

I'd forgotten I had that.

I don't know.

You're, uh… you're talking about lying?

I don't do that at all.

Plus, I'm terrible at it.

Speaking of which, Taekang has an unblemished reputation,

and this legacy continues. Absolutely honest as we've always been.

What a load of BS.

Wow.

I guess denying everything was him being honest, huh?

He's a great actor. I'll give him that.

Oh, Yoon Yi-jun's a maestro. We know this. Question is, can you get on his level?

You're undercover starting tomorrow.

Detective Kang's quick on her feet.

So long as she keeps her cool, she'll have him tricked.

And therein lies the issue. She's way too hotheaded.

- What are you talking about, Captain? - Hey, easy.

- Ah, you see that right there. - Okay, listen.

When you're undercover, try and stay relaxed and keep composure.

That's what I do. You can't go in like…

That's basically the gist of it.

Can I kill you?

Let's just trust her.

Just you wait, Captain.

I can't wait for the day that I stick that bastard in a cell

and see the look on his face when I reveal everything.

I will not blow my cover before that day.

Starting today, I'll be your personal secretary--

Kang Min-ji reporting.

Why should I be the one cleaning?

I can't help it, I'm doing this.

Look, it's not like I'm some rookie.

The lady in there was watching. I had to actually clean.

I'm afraid this won't do at all, soldier.

- Huh? - Damn it.

Huh? What the heck? What's going on?

It seems that…

I mean, I wasn't sure.

No way.

Is my cover blown?

What?

You've been caught red-handed.

Whoa. Uh, is he onto us, huh?

- I think he just took the spy cam glasses. - Huh?

You think he knows?

If it comes to this, there's only one way out.

As I might have expected from a Special Forces veteran.

You're assaulting my eyes.

Your whole look is a disaster.

What do you mean, sir?

You understand that I'm the face of Taekang.

How do you think it would look

if my personal secretary were seen wearing these?

I ran out of contact lenses. Those were all I had. Won't happen again.

Tell me, were you always misunderstood?

In the military, did anybody ask you on a date?

No one's ever told you that you're beautiful?

You're the beautiful one, sir.

You've got nice features.

By your response, I'd say you've heard it before.

Look over there. How many flowers do you see?

- I can't quite tell. - I guess your eyesight's not very good.

No, wait. Uh…

But these…

aren't prescription.

You really thought that I'd never figure it out, huh?

Whoa. What's happening? What's wrong with it?

- We lost connection? - It's not on our end, though.

We got a murder suspect chaebol here.

You locked and loaded?

- Where's the stab vest? - Back there, sir.

We're dealing with a lunatic.

Help me put this on.

When a lunatic, chaebol or not, gets pissed off,

there's always gonna be bloodshed.

Wait, who are you talking about?

Who else? Gong Jae Yi.

Ugh, what do I do?

You're right. I have a secret.

It's 'cause I'm sick of people saying I look like a girl.

I wore fake glasses so I wouldn't have to hear it on my first day of work.

I'm sorry, sir.

You won't get a second chance.

No more secrets.

Keep that in mind.

Follow me.

Oh. Whoa. Gosh.

He's totally insane, this guy.

Wow.

Oh.

Your reflexes are pretty good.

Don't ever let your guard down.

You're gonna learn what a dangerous world this is.

I'm sure you know already.

He's even crazier than I thought he was.

Chandelier,

garden,

living room,

dining room.

On the second floor,

there's one, two, three rooms,

and a hallway over there.

Okay.

Excuse me, sir, could I use the washroom for a second?

You want permission for everything?

To eat, to drink water, to breathe too, I imagine.

Even to write in your diary?

Don't ask me about every little thing.

Got it.

Could this be her?

Choi Myung-suk, the housekeeper.

Washroom's over there.

Oh.

You're the new personal secretary?

- Yes, that's right. - I'm Choi Myung-suk.

I'm in charge of household affairs.

But you can call me Myung-suk, though.

It's nice to meet you. My name's Kang Jae-hee.

You were hired for your looks, I bet.

You and Mr. Yoon will light up every room you walk into.

I'm gonna have to constantly stay on my toes.

First step, scan the whole place.

Oh, God.

You all right?

- What's going on? - It's okay. I'm fine.

It's just…

the camera doesn't seem to be working.

I'm checking on it.

We're only picking up audio when the Wi-Fi is good.

Without a recharge, we'll lose battery in eight hours.

Where's the captain? Is he there with you?

I'm worried this camera won't help us.

Yeah, okay. What other choice is there?

What, you got a better idea?

Yoon Yi-jun. It seems like he doesn't trust anybody.

I'll start by winning him over.

What?

You wanna get close?

I'll be able to strike once his barriers are lowered.

I'll convince him to let his guard down.

Can you do that?

Let my actions speak. You'll see for yourself.

I'll handle this on my own. You're free to fall back.

Salute.

Salute.

Are you okay? Oh, no.

Mr. Yoon, are you all right?

I'm so sorry, sir. That cat appeared out of nowhere.

I didn't see you. I'm so sorry.

There's some… uh…

Mr. Kim, I'm changing the litter now.

Oh my gosh! Oh no.

Oh, Mr. Park.

LOVE IN DISGUISE

You bastard.

What do you want?

Oh, what's wrong, baby? You're waiting for daddy, aren't you?

Here, Jerry.

So he distrusts people, but he's obsessed with this cat?

I know. You hate his guts, don't you?

What's that?

You wanna avenge daddy, huh? No, it's fine, baby. Don't worry.

Daddy'll get back at that jerk and make sure he rues the day.

Since Jerry's partly responsible for what happened,

I'm willing to let it go.

However, if this happens again, you can be sure--

It won't happen again.

Just so you understand,

I am not a patient person at all.

They filled you in?

Mr. Jung told me everything.

What do I dislike?

Everything, except for the things you like.

- And what are those exactly? - Nothing, sir.

Correct.

Let me rephrase the question. What do I detest more than anything else?

He detests inefficiency more than anything in the world.

Whenever you answer a question, answer him once.

You detest inefficiency more than anything else.

So do I, sir. And for that reason,

as the person responsible for taking care of you,

I'd like permission to look around your house.

Hmm.

Whoa.

It's the Taekang Goddess.

It's her. It's really her!

She's glowing.

Oh.

The Taekang Goddess.

She's the stuff of legend. Okay.

What's the status on Mr. Yoon's new secretary?

Isn't she starting today?

Yes, I believe so.

I imagine he wants someone like Ms. Han.

Who knows? I don't wanna assume anything.

That's personal.

I heard the VIPs will be in the chairman's office today.

Do you know who?

Who knows?

I don't wanna assume anything.

That's personal.

Hmm.

Yoon Yi-jun.

I'm gonna have to build a friendly rapport with this total whack job.

Fine.

Hmm? What's this?

From what her family said,

there's a high possibility that someone hid Han Eun-young's phone.

Where's that missing phone?

The forensics team didn't find it on the scene.

It could be somewhere inside.

What are you doing?

Why are you out here, sir?

I was watching to see if you were slacking on the job.

What exactly have you heard?

You're obviously playing dumb.

I heard there was a murder and that you've come under suspicion, sir.

And knowing this, you wanted to work here?

Unlike Mr. Chung, who immediately hightailed it out of here.

So aren't you scared?

I'm just curious.

Curious?

What exactly are you so curious about, huh?

Are you wondering whether I murdered my own secretary…

and whether the rumors are true…

and I really am a psychopathic homicidal maniac?

Neither.

I just wanna know why you hired someone new.

Why?

The timing seems a bit weird.

Move backward.

Huh?

Number one of the three rules my personal secretary must abide by:

act and speak efficiently.

Second rule:

maintain an appropriate physical and emotional distance.

Of course, I can cross that boundary whenever I want to,

and you'll just have to deal with it.

But if you cross the boundary…

Did Han Eun-young cross that boundary?

Is that why you killed her?

For your glasses.

- Oh, no, that's all right. - Go get some decent ones.

Oh.

God, he's crazy.

Han Eun-young was nowhere to be seen

in the dash cam footage Yi-jun handed over.

But what if he intentionally left out

footage from one of his vehicles?

Oh, damn it.

You're different, that's for sure.

You swear like a sailor.

- Just trying to do my job, sir. - I know.

Though it seems performative.

I'm sure they told you during training, I don't trust people.

I'll always be keeping an eye on you,

which means you have to keep proving yourself.

For how long?

Will you trust me eventually?

That all depends.

Now, for the final rule I have for my personal secretary,

there's one room that you may not enter under any circumstances.

Where is it? So I can avoid it.

Second floor, end of the hall on the left.

Completely off limits.

Okay. Second floor, end of the hall, left.

That's the first place I'll--

Oh…

I sense you have a bad memory.

- Move backward. - Oh.

God, why are you so strong?

Aw.

Looks like they're getting along just fine.

Look at you guys.

- That didn't take long, did it? - Wow.

Hi. Kim Si-hyun. I'm with his legal counsel.

Yoon Yi-jun's right-hand man, Kim Si-hyun.

Kang Jae-hee, new secretary.

What an honor.

I really get to touch the hand that slammed down Mr. Yoon.

- Who got slammed down? - Uh, you.

- Who told you that? - Mr. Jung did.

He heard it from the secretary's office.

The sound really carried.

I should have fired him before he had the chance to resign.

I can't believe you did that with such tiny hands.

- No, it was-- - It was part of an in-depth interview.

But technically--

I was trying to assess the inner depths of the interviewee's psyche--

It's all about hip and core strength.

- Are you even listening? - Like this.

- Oh, the hips? - Hello?

- What's that move? - Like this. I'll demonstrate.

Oh.

Oh. You use your hip to carry your opponent's weight.

- Hey. - Huh?

You should pay attention. This is important, okay?

- What next? - Oh, you got that?

Oh. Whoa, that's great.

So that's how you threw him over your shoulder.

Hold on.

Jerry?

Wait here with Mr. Special Forces, okay?

The study?

Don't you worry.

I have no intention of bonding with your awful owner, whatsoever.

You should feel free to hog every ounce of his affection.

The man's all yours. Hmm?

The police submitted the post-mortem certificate,

and Ms. Han's body is with her family now.

We've done all we can for them,

and I've made them a generous offer,

like you asked me to, which has sped things along.

To think,

this entire situation was resolved so easily.

Kim Si-hyun must have had

an important reason to come all this way.

You're going upstairs?

- Yes. - I got this. I'll bring it up to him.

Oh, uh, well, thank you.

Oh, and you might notice a door on the left down the hall.

You shouldn't go in there. It's against the rules.

Actually,

do you happen to know why it's that way?

I just wanna know what I should be looking out for.

Well, why should people like us be told?

If they tell us something's off limits, that's that.

Thanks again.

Down the hall, second floor.

There's one room that you may not enter

under any circumstances.

Second floor, end of the hall on the left.

That's the one.

Mind if I come in?

I see you're blatantly flouting my earlier instructions.

I know you said to wait. I didn't wanna be inhospitable.

Day one on the job, and you're ignoring orders?

Okay.

That's enough.

Take it back.

Right. Sorry, sir. I'll take it back right away.

Whoa, wait, I can take it. I'll drink it myself, geez.

I like it, all right?

I'll stand by on the first floor.

Hmm.

What? Not thirsty?

What's up with your lips?

You rolled them back just now.

It's ugly.

- That day-- - It works.

I can hear.

about the thing Ms. Han saw.

What's Mr. Park's status with the cleanup process?

Mr. Park?

You know, if Ms. Han hadn't seen anything,

things would be different, huh?

Han Eun-young?

She saw something before she died?

Yeah, well, what's done is done.

Let's not rehash it all.

Guess it's pointless to think of that.

How's the new secretary?

Do you like--

Not at all.

What's gotten into you, man?

You replaced the last guy with this one.

- He didn't have it. - Have what?

A conscience.

That day at the parking lot,

it was plain to see the deceased's family were the victims there,

and still he sided against them to get on my good side.

Isn't that what you wanted?

You're ice cold, Yi-jun, seriously.

- God, it's freezing in here. - Wow.

Yoon Yi-jun's one scary guy.

I'll get going.

Oh, that's right, Mr. Kang.

You'll have to sign an official contract.

Please forward us all your documents,

- and know that I'm here to help you. - Ah, right. I appreciate it.

Mm. I'll talk to you soon.

Oh.

That hurt. Ah.

Oh, about the contract, you'll have to drop by Taekang HQ to sign it.

- You'll do that? - Yes, that'll be fine.

Taekang Retail CEO Yoon Mi-jin

and Executive Director Yoon Na-jung are here for you, sir.

CHAIRMAN YOON TAE-SIK

That promo video couldn't have been released at a better time,

and Yi-jun's response was good. Public opinion's turned.

He's such an attention hog.

I guess that overseas tour wasn't enough for him.

It sounds like the rumors are dying down finally.

It should all be sorted before you meet with the shareholders.

Ugh, that's hot.

Hey!

One ice cube.

Why don't you get it right for once?

I'll get you another one.

You smile, but I know you're gonna go behind my back

and say I'm a fucking tyrant.

- That's enough. - What?

Rumors don't pop up on their own.

There's always some kernel of truth in there.

That dead secretary, for instance, really was involved

with Yi-jun in some way, according to the rumors, that is.

Just rumors.

We're done. Everyone out.

So regardless of risks, he's gonna push through with the succession?

- Hmm. - Hmm.

Hmm.

There's that perfect fresh out of the oven delicate warmth.

Superintendent Ma never understood it. Thank God we moved our meeting point here.

Anyway, that Kim Si-hyun is no idiot. All my files check out?

I'm getting a little confused. I thought I was the captain here,

but now I feel like your lackey, you know?

You're probably the only detective who makes her captain forge her papers.

I have to sign a formal contract. What else do you expect me to do?

Enough. Let's hear it.

- What's Yi-jun like? What do you think? - Oh, the dude's completely insane.

Two seconds with him makes me want to knock him out.

The way he talks, he deserves a beating.

Sounds like he's gonna get beaten.

Just say the word, and I'll get right on that right away.

Whoa. Sit back down.

You've got to rein it in. You're supposed to be his friend.

This whole day has felt like military training, Captain,

and I think I deserve a little credit.

Oh, God. I told you, geez.

Good job, Jae-hee. You're doing well.

Can I show you something hilarious?

This is for breaking my glasses.

Hey, what…

- Are these glasses inlaid with diamonds? - Whatever. Doesn't matter.

Yi-jun wasn't at work on the 15th.

That's when the incident occurred.

Han Eun-young apparently saw something.

Sounds like she wasn't meant to hear it.

But the first responders told us there wasn't any proof of that.

There's a prick named Park who cleaned up after.

Mr. Park?

Oh.

What about Mr. Jung? Was the infiltration successful?

Uh-huh. He's the captain's hidden card.

Your hidden card?

Hm.

Goddammit. Ace in the hole.

Yeah, right, Park Bong-yi.

Ugh, what am I even doing here?

All they ever do is take a dump and then go.

I've had enough.

Another all-nighter, huh?

I know, right? It's like it never ends.

Ugh, I feel like death.

Hey, wanna go out for soju after?

Okay.

Hey,

don't you get the feeling they're gonna axe Accounting Team Three soon?

I mean, if even Mr. Yoon's nepo hire is nervous,

everyone must be freaking out.

So Park Min-hwan on team three.

You notice how he never leaves his desk now?

And he covers up his work whenever anyone comes by.

Could it be?

What?

You haven't heard?

I just wanna know why you hired someone new.

Why?

The timing seems a bit weird.

Whoa.

Ah. Oh, God.

- Are you okay? - I'm so sorry. What a…

- Oh, man, I totally spaced out. - You okay, miss?

Kang Jae-hee?

You're Mr. Yoon's new secretary, aren't you?

Yes, that's right.

Mr. Jang told me about you.

I'm the chairman's secretary, Lee Hye-jung.

Oh, nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

Thanks for that, a second ago.

The chairman's secretary,

Lee Hye-jung.

What were you thinking? You made your life a lot harder.

Oh, Mr. Kim.

In the eyes of every man at Taekang's office,

you're basically enemy number one.

- Huh? - Can't you feel the glares?

Ah. Oh, wow.

Gosh, they're coming from all directions.

Are they staring right now?

Okay, let go.

You're a little tense.

There's something you should know.

You won't be part of the club until she's made you suffer. Just an FYI.

The LRA club, that's the Lee Hye-jung Rejects Alliance for short.

Oh, I guess Miss Lee is quite popular.

You have no idea. The numbers keep growing month after month,

never slowing down. Why, you ask?

It's because month after month she keeps rejecting them.

I don't know if you're interested in becoming a member,

but you seem kind of clueless,

so I wanted to fill you in on it. That's all. Mm.

I'm gonna assume that you're also a member?

- Why do you assume? - So it's more of a secret crush then, huh?

Seriously, where's this coming from?

Do I look like someone who'd have a crush they'd never act on?

- Understood. - I can tell you don't understand.

Why'd you pause, Mr. Kang? Hey, don't you look away.

My pride is on the line here. I wanna be crystal clear.

The Taekang Goddess is totally my type physically,

but her personality sucks. Her perfection is suffocating.

She's predictable and therefore, totally uninteresting.

I don't understand why you're shaking your head.

Am I not getting through to you? What?

What?

Mr. Jang mentions you've never done this kind of work before.

- Oh, right. - If you need help, get in touch.

Thank you, miss.

- Oh, and Mr. Kim. - Yes?

You don't get to turn me down. I'm the one who turns you down.

You're not my type at all.

- Stay strong, sir. - What do you mean?

She didn't… she didn't turn me down.

That doesn't count. Hey, wait.

Emergency. Come to the men's bathroom

farthest from the elevator.

Hey, looks like you missed a spot there. Right there.

- Oh, here? Got it. - Yeah.

Get in there.

You little… Stop messing around.

- Oh. - Crap.

Ah. Hey, you shouldn't lean against a urinal.

- Ugh. - I just finished cleaning it.

- I'm glad that's the reason it's wet. - Ah, whatever.

I thought you told me I'm supposed to act like I don't know you,

- so why did you wanna meet up? - Shh.

You said Eun-young might have stumbled onto something,

judging from the conversation you heard.

Yes. I've already talked to you about this.

I'm leaving.

There's one more thing.

THE DAY OF THE INCIDENT FEBRUARY 5TH, LATE AT NIGHT

Oh, Mr. Park.

Ah, Mr. Ha.

ACCOUNTING TEAM 3 MANAGER PARK MIN-HWAN

I thought you'd already gone home.

Oh, not yet. Heading out now.

The manager of Accounting Team Three, Park Min-hwan,

carried a bunch of stuff out of Yoon Yi-jun's office

before the first responders arrived.

He ran into an employee on his way out.

We missed it because the CCTVs were undergoing maintenance.

So we're thinking that Yoon Yi-jun killed Han Eun-young

because she found something out,

and Park Min-hwan cleaned up the scene,

making off with the damning evidence. Hmm. Everything lines up.

Anything on Park Min-hwan?

He's an accounting manager Yi-jun hired while studying abroad.

He was always with him and Si-hyun. That's all I found out.

Hmm.

For the time being, we'll watch Min-hwan's movements.

We'll try to slowly suffocate him. The missing phone is the key here.

Don't mind him. He's been in a bad mood.

Oh, something wrong?

He's always like this when he doesn't sleep enough.

It's happening a lot recently.

Hello, Mr. Yoon.

The reason I'm late is because I had to give Mr. Kim my documents.

Why, what is it? What's bothering you this time?

Huh?

Oh, are you the one who moved this?

Why is it positioned like that?

Then you noticed it?

- Well? - Yes.

I could've sworn that yesterday when I put it down,

it was like this, not like that.

Come here.

Quickly.

The lights seem dimmer than they were before I left yesterday.

It seems to be a lot darker in here now. I'm almost sure of it.

So I'm not the only one to notice it?

There you go. I'm not going insane.

I knew I wasn't crazy.

I'm hungry.

I'm gonna go eat now.

Oh. The Taekang Goddess rejected him yesterday.

No way, she's here. It's her right there.

Oh, no, Mr. Cho. Are you gonna be okay?

I… I should, uh, probably go now.

Miji.

Everyone's saying how handsome he is. So are the rumors true?

I guess, not exactly.

I thought he was pretty.

Oh, a hanpty man, the combination of handsome and pretty.

And with that, the dreamboat holy trinity is complete.

Yoon Yi-jun, Kim Si-hyun, and Kang Jae-hee.

- You've memorized his name already? - Though Mr. Yoon's my choice.

Which of the three would you choose?

Miji,

I'm sorry about earlier.

That was rude.

I'm sorry.

What did you say? Are you being serious?

Completely serious, 100%.

This should tell you that I'm starting to trust you.

What on earth does trusting me have to do with this situation?

Actually, a lot.

Since my secretary's confirmed that I'm of sound mind,

shouldn't he trust whatever I throw his way?

Starting today,

your role is to keep me safe.

But I'm already next to you day in and day out.

What more can I do to ensure your safety?

You'll protect my health.

You're saying…

you want me to be a food taster?

That's not in my contract.

You'll be given an additional 200% in hazard pay.

You think I'll do anything for money, right?

Actually, that's exactly what I think.

You think your food's poisoned.

I heard Miss Choi has been cooking meals for you for over a decade.

I thought I'd explained this.

I have next to no trust in people, only situations.

If you won't taste it, then go.

What, are you crazy?

Who tastes someone's food like that?

What if it was poisoned after all?

It could be quite dangerous.

Fine, go ahead. Eat it all.

I knew it was poisonous!

Stay back.

What was in it?

- What's in it? - Dude.

What is it, what'd they put in it? What's wrong with it?

- Come on, tell me. What is it? - The food.

- What? Come on. - The food tastes like crap, sir.

Man, that wasn't a tasting, that was pure torture.

Oh.

How can you eat this stuff?

That stuff contains Guérande salt, Tuscan olive oil.

- Ugh. - It has Madagascan wild peppers.

I don't care about that stuff.

I refuse to eat food like that.

If I'm gonna taste it,

I'll use my way.

Ugh.

Doesn't it kind of defeat the point

if you mix everything together like that?

Mm.

Oh, gosh.

Nothing wrong with it. Do you want some of that?

- No, I will not. - No?

Park Min-hwan.

Do you think Park Min-hwan might have handled the cleanup?

Hmm, in movies, you know, when they do a cleanup,

the elite criminals always make their lackeys do it.

- He's here, sir. - Whoa.

Hey, Dong, stop the car.

- Is he gone? Go, go, go. - He's starting, let's start. Let's go.

Damn it. Where is he going?

His house is in the opposite direction. Huh?

Where is he going?

Naon Art Center, I think.

Naon Art Center.

I know I've heard of it.

Hey, try to catch up. Change lanes. Follow closely.

What's with that guy?

You got your work cut out for you, huh?

You've got more work than I do, Myung-suk.

No complaints as long as I get paid for it.

Mr. Yoon's always been like this.

He complains about his food. He's a very picky eater.

You should try thinking of him as a fussy little kid.

I won't need you.

Wait in the car.

Oh.

Maybe we should have met at your house, sir.

The CCTVs.

I needed to check something.

Stop looking down. I turned the CCTVs off. You look suspicious that way.

Oh.

Uh, what about the director?

Paris on business,

which means no one knows you're here except for me, Mr. Park.

Everything she saw has been disposed of?

Yes, of course, sir.

Find somewhere to lie low for a while.

I think I remember telling you to stay in the car.

Let me think of a few possible reasons you're in here.

Number one, you had to use the bathroom. Number two, you got lost after.

Number three, you're following me for some reason.

I think I know the answer,

but I'm getting the feeling, Mr. Special Forces,

you might just be inclined to lie.

What have you got to say?

Third one. Following you.

Who are you? Who sent you?

Which news outlet are you with?

You're in big trouble, mister.

I saw him in the parking lot. He seemed suspicious, sir.

I'll review the footage.

- Or would you like me to-- - Forget it.

Wait in the car.

I'll review the footage myself.

Cheers. Congratulations.

Take two, huh?

Man, you really wanna get remarried

after all the trouble of getting divorced?

Of course.

'Cause it wasn't like this with the ex.

I've got a gut feeling this time.

I know she's the one. Come on, guys.

You should celebrate with us. Let's go. Especially you, Kim Si-hyun.

Wow, the divorce lawyer suddenly in favor of matrimony.

Worlds really are colliding, huh?

How long are you gonna keep up the Kim Si-hyun act?

Forever?

So you're gonna say yes to every girl,

have a good time with her, and then send her on her way?

Where's that gonna lead you?

When you're dealing with a case that you really know won't be a slam dunk,

it's always best to settle.

That's how I view my lifestyle. I've just settled.

- Let's drink. - Mm-hmm.

- Congrats. - Congrats.

Thanks, guys. Cheers.

Be right back.

Hey, buddy.

- About Mr. Special Forces. - Uh-huh.

I'm wondering,

- his contract, he signed off? - Uh-huh. Why?

Is that really why you're calling?

Well, actually, Mr. Kang…

Hey, what's… what's with all the noise?

- Anyway, just in case. - I gotta go.

Special Forc… You there? Hello?

He really hung up?

It's fine.

Anyone in my shoes would've gotten it wrong as well.

You said I'm too boring for you, plus I already turned you down.

So let's just move on, act like we're strangers.

Wait.

I think I've seen too much to move on.

You've shattered my preconceptions. Are you the Miji I know?

You sure you're not her sister or maybe mother?

If you wanna pretend we're strangers, we should commit to that.

But if you wanna dance, let's hit the floor.

I hate guys who don't commit, as you'll find out.

Wow.

Suspect or not, that guy's an unusually despicable human being.

His sole existence makes me believe in evil.

You did well.

I looked into it.

That guy wasn't there covering a show, and he wasn't tipped off by police.

Who was he then?

Ugh, if the press gets wind of this, that'll make this really hard.

And Yi-jun? He believed you?

Oh, given the situation, I think he bought it.

Whoever that reporter was,

he's the main reason my cover wasn't blown.

What about Park Min-hwan?

He's definitely involved, judging by the way they made contact.

The Captain wants us to find dirt on him so we can corner him first.

The phone. You think you can find it soon?

There's this place.

It's a room on the second floor that I was told is off limits.

I'll look there tomorrow. I'll get inside somehow.

Okay.

I noticed while getting a drink.

Your button.

Thank you. I appreciate it.

I know, right?

- It's kinda cold. - You have that.

It's not that cold.

- Oh, want me to carry that? - Okay, thanks.

No problem.

I don't wanna go in there.

Second floor, end of hall. I'll get in, no matter what happens.

Oh, gosh, please be more careful with those.

These trees are very expensive.

Goodness.

Oh, Mr. Kang, you're here.

Mr. Yoon hasn't gotten up yet.

Doesn't sound like he slept well last night either.

Should I check on him?

Oh, right.

Would you mind bringing him the water and vegetable juice I prepared?

I meant to leave it in his bedroom earlier.

Things have just been so hectic today with all this cleaning.

It's no problem at all. I'll get on that.

I'll just be here on standby anyway. I'll take care of it.

Thank you, Mr. Kang.

Hey.

Oh, the last gardener we had was much more careful.

Check if he's sleeping, retrieve the spy cam glasses,

and then, the room.

I've got your drinks here, sir.

Mr. Yoon?

What the? Is he really asleep?

Mr. Yoon.

Whoa.

You.

Did I say you could enter?

Oh, I brought some drinks for you. Miss Choi prepared them.

I'll go downstairs and be on standby.

Yesterday…

I realized that I may have assumed…

Uh, sorry, what was that about yesterday, sir?

It seems I misinterpreted your intentions.

However, I believe anyone in my position would have thought as I did.

Yes, I'm listening. Please continue.

As I already told you, I never trust people, only situations,

and in this case, I was simply interpreting the situation we were in.

You follow?

Yes, I do, sure. Yes.

- I'll think this over outside. - Do it here.

For the first time in a while, I've made up my mind.

Anyway…

What I wanna say is…

Here's what I'm getting at.

- Can you please stop moving? - I'm just--

- I heard you. - Wait. Where do you think you're going?

- I'm talking to you. - I said I get it!

I get roped into one thing after another.

- I'm the one who did it to them. - Are you saying you did this, Mr. Yoon?

It seems you're the only one he hates.

Keep me safe until I fall asleep.

Let's have dinner together.

Ms. Lee, you're full of surprises, aren't you?

Something's happening in this house without my knowing.

You know Yi-jun's new secretary?

He and I should meet up soon.

Weren't you just in this for the money?

I found it.

Turn around immediately.

You're fired, effective immediately.

Get out of my house, now!