“Internally?” I asked.

“I’m saying there's a possibility the situation could get worse. I know it’s questionable if the situation will even become that serious, but the workers aren’t getting the benefits they’re supposed to get. They’ll slow down even further, and the protests may get extreme,” Lee Ji-Hye answered.

“Didn’t you tell me just now that you want to take another look? Are you at the point that you can be certain of those claims?” I questioned.

“Yes, I’m certain of it. Either way, it’s undeniable that management is a mess… Based on the situation, I’m sure Mikhail is experiencing some kind of issue. The problem is proof,” she replied.

“Proof…” I mumbled.

“I’m sure of the situation, but I have no proof. The pie that the technicians and the workers were supposed to get suddenly disappeared, but I couldn’t find any traces of where the pie went. It’s obvious who ate that pie, but… it doesn’t make sense that I can’t find it. It was taken care of so smoothly that I almost missed it,” she continued.

“If that’s how you felt, it means that they’re talented,” I commented.

“I don’t know, but they’re pretty skilled at building up a slush fund. I’m tracking the flow of their funds as best as I can, but… they...