The so-called "special something male officer" turned out to have the ridiculously long title of "Special Operations Participant Consultant of the Incheon Autonomous Police Headquarters." His name? Kwang Seok-jin.

How did I remember it?

I didn’t.

I only knew it because I had to be reintroduced.@@@@

I wasn’t particularly eager to have a conversation with another man, but I had business regarding some "items." And if I could arrange for everything to be handled exclusively by the Namdong District Police, that would be even better. That led to a three-way meeting between me, Kwang Seok-jin, and Do Yoon-jung.

I would’ve preferred to move this discussion somewhere more spacious, like the reconstruction site, but apparently, "security concerns" made that impossible.

"...Kwang Seok-jin," he corrected, his voice flat. "Regardless, my stance remains unchanged. My duty is to see this operation through to completion. My task is to normalize Namdong Industrial Complex."

"Ugh, this is getting exhausting. Are you seriously going to keep being this rigid?"

"I fail to understand why you’re so insistent on having Namdong handle everything alone. If swift reconstruction is your goal, wouldn’t more manpower be better? With headquarters'' personnel working alongside Namdong’s, you’ll achieve results much faster, young master."

That’s not the fucking point, you moron.

And "swift reconstruction"? Please. I was the one funding the entire operation.

The police were only responsible for sweeping up remnants and running searches. But at this point, the pace of reconstruction had long surpassed the rate of their raids and searches, so it didn’t even matter if things slowed down.

Do Yoon-jung exhaled heavily and lowered her voice in a slightly menacing tone.

"Listen, Special Consultant Kwang Seok-jin."

"...."

"I’m telling you this for your own good—when the young master gives an order, you just follow it. Understood?"

"...."

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