She was a happy and cheerful teen. He was a cunning and ruthless, who had been hunting her elder sister for years. She wanted to make him pay for what he did to her sister. In search of the suspect she discovered shocking secrets and hidden truths t...
"it's not the stab in the back that kills you it's when you turn around and see who's holding the knife."
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You took those files and turned to leave the cabin, the papers clutched against your chest, you decided to read them carefully once you reach home.
Mr.Yeon: Long time no see, how are you dear?
The voice cut through the air, pulling you back from your thoughts. You turned to see Mr. Yeon, one of your father's longtime colleagues. He approached you with a slightly hesitant smile.
Y/n: Oh Mr.Yeon, it's nice to meet you. I'm... fine.
You replied, forcing your voice to steady, your response felt hollow, a mask you wore, concealing the turmoil roiling within.
Mr.Yeon: I hope so... It's been months since your parents died...
Y/n: Yes, it's been hard....
A lump formed in your throat, but you managed to say, fighting to keep the tremor from your voice. Mr. Yeon stepped closer, his eyes searching yours as if he could read the storm within.
Mr.Yeon: I know this is a difficult time, but if you ever need someone to talk to about your father's work—
Y/n: I—
You felt a surge of panic, you hesitated. How much did he know? What if he was involved in whatever was happening behind the scenes?
Y/n: Do you know anything about a loan agreement he might've had? It was... unusual.
You blurted out, the internal struggle between caution and desperation tipping towards the latter. Yuna's truth rattled in your mind, and you needed answers. Mr. Yeon's expression shifted.
Mr.Yeon: Hmm, a couple of months before your father passed away, he came to me asked for money. The sum was huge, more than I could manage to lend at the time, so I was unable to lend him that much. I don't know what situation he was going through, but he was in desperate need of money...
Y/n: Desperate? What kind of situation?
Mr.Yeon: I can't say for sure, but your father seemed troubled. He didn't elaborate, just implied that it was urgent.
Y/n: Did he mention anyone? A name, a company?
Mr.Yeon: He did... but I can't recall it now. It felt like... almost like a distraction. He was uneasy, and I didn't want to press him at the time. It didn't seem right.
Y/n: Thank you, Mr. Yeon. I just... I need to know the truth.
He nodded, albeit reluctantly, as if he understood that your yearning for clarity would only cast more shadows over his own painful recollections.
Mr.Yeon: Just remember, I'm here if you need anything.
With that, you excused yourself, and left the company heading back to your home...Once home, you wasted no time and moved directly to your father's study, the very room he had occupied for so many years, a sanctuary of books and paperwork.
