He always thought that he should quit smoking. Dongwook put a cigarette between his lips and his nose and hesitated for a few seconds before putting it in his mouth. He crumpled the empty pack of cigarettes and stood up. It was sad that he lived in an era where he couldn’t smoke in buildings.

Just as he left the building, lit his cigarette, and was about to take a puff, his phone in his pocket started vibrating. He stared at the bright red tip of the cigarette before throwing it away while wondering if this was heaven's decree for him to quit smoking.

“Hello?”

-Senior, it’s me. Miyeon.

“Oh my. Journalist Choi. What happened that such a busy person like you would call me? Oh! Sorry, I just got something important so I think I need to hang up right n….”

-Senior, I tried digging into Lee Miyoon, and I found something interesting.

Dongwook groaned. This reckless junior of his clearly intended to speak without listening to him. Rather than that, something ‘interesting’ she said. He made a bitter smile. If that ‘interesting’ thing was what he thought it was, this junior had a huge misunderstanding.

“You were still doing that?”

-Am I the only one? I’m pretty sure you were on that case as well.

“I shouldn’t have listened to you back then. What kind of journalist am I? I’m just an internet journalist.”

Dongwook stomped on the cigarette on the floor with his heels.

“So?...