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The rain tapped against the high glass windows of the Metro JYP newsroom. It was past 5:00 PM, but the office was still loud with the clatter of keyboards, ringing desk phones, and the hum of fluorescent lights.
Lily Morrow adjusted her thin wire-rimmed glasses and took a slow breath. At twenty-three, she had spent the last nine months working as a staff reporter for the Metro JYP. While she was no longer the newsroom's newest employee, she was still one of its youngest—and one of the few who never stopped asking questions. Nine months of city hall meetings, neighborhood fires, council hearings, and late-night deadlines had taught Lily one thing: every headline began with someone willing to ask the question everyone else avoided.
On her desk sat a thick beige folder. Inside was a forgotten case file from two decades ago: The Disappearance of Choi Yunjin (2006). Tucked inside the folder was an old newspaper clipping.
CITY COUNCILOR CHOI YUNJIN DONATES $2 MILLION TO CHILDREN'S HOSPITAL.
Lily flipped it over. Someone had written across the back in fading black ink. Monster.
Yunjin had been a prominent city councilor who vanished overnight without a trace. No body, no ransom demand, no suspects. The police had closed the case years ago, but Lily couldn't stop looking at it.
Jiwoo leaned over Lily's cubicle with a grin. "You've been obsessed with that file all week." She nodded toward the beige folder. "I thought nine months here would've taught you that old ghosts stay buried around this place.”
Lily looked up to see Jiwoo leaning over her cubicle wall, a wide smile on her face. Jiwoo was the newsroom's head photojournalist. She always carried a heavy DSLR camera around her neck, but her cheerful energy never faded, no matter how late it got. "It's not a ghost story, Jiwoo," Lily said, tapping the folder. "There are huge gaps in the original police report. Look at these missing timelines—"
"If you want to keep your job, I suggest you close that file," a calm, chilling voice spoke from behind them.
Lily froze. Jiwoo immediately stood up straight and gave a quick, awkward wave.
Oh Haewon stood there with her arms crossed over her crisp white shirt. She was the Senior Managing Editor, and everyone in the building feared her.
Haewon was young for her position, remarkably sharp, and completely ruthless when it came to approving stories. Her dark eyes were hard, and her expression was cold as ice. "Miss Morrow," Haewon said, stepping closer. "You've done good work covering the district beat these past nine months. Don't throw that away chasing a case that was buried twenty years ago.”
"But Miss Oh, if I can just cross-reference the financial records—"
"Drop it," Haewon interrupted, her tone sharp enough to cut glass. "That is an order. Get back to your assigned stories."
As Haewon turned away, she paused beside Jiwoo. "Sooyoung from City Hall called," she said quietly enough that only Jiwoo could hear. "Tell her Lily's district assignment has been moved to tomorrow."
Jiwoo blinked. "But that means—"
"It means she'll be out of the field tonight." Haewon didn't wait for a response before turning on her heel and walked back into her glass corner office.
The newsroom slowly returned to its usual rhythm, but Lily couldn't shake the feeling that something about Haewon's reaction wasn't normal. It wasn't just irritation over a rookie chasing an old story. There had been something else—something almost fearful.
–
Inside her office, Haewon closed the blinds halfway before resting both hands against her desk. She shut her eyes for a brief moment, exhaling a breath she hadn't realized she was holding.
"Not again..." she whispered to herself.
A framed photograph sat on the corner of her desk. It showed a much younger Haewon standing beside her father on a quiet pier, both smiling at the camera. She turned the frame face down before returning to work.
–
Lily squeezed her pen tightly. She hated being dismissed, especially when she knew her instincts were right. Jiwoo watched Haewon disappear into her office before glancing back at Lily.
"You know..." She lowered her voice. "Editor Oh doesn't usually remember how long people have worked here."
Lily frowned. "What do you mean?"
"I've seen reporters come and go." Jiwoo smiled faintly. "She remembered you'd been here exactly nine months." Then Jiwoo simply walked away, leaving Lily even more confused.
>★<
The next morning, Lily continued the investigation quietly. Nine months in the newsroom had taught her that not every lead belonged on the assignment board. She walked down to the basement, where Yoona, the lead crime reporter, was organizing police scanners and old crime logs. Yoona was quiet, observant, and spent more time with police officers than with journalists.
"Yoona?" Lily asked gently. "Can I ask you something?"
Yoona stopped typing. Her hands hovered over the keyboard for a long second before she turned around. Her face was completely unreadable. "What is it?"
Lily held up the beige folder. "The Choi Yunjin disappearance. You're the closest person we have to the crime desk. Have you ever looked into the case?"
Yoona's expression tightened almost imperceptibly. "Not officially," she said after a pause. "I was just a kid when it happened."
Lily frowned. "But you've read the files?"
Yoona looked back at her monitor. "Enough to know it's a case no one should reopen." She hesitated, her fingers tightening around the edge of the keyboard before slowly relaxing. "My advice? Don't dig too deep. "
Lily stayed silent, waiting.
Yoona finally spoke again, her voice barely above a whisper. "There are stories that stop being stories the moment you realize they're about people you know.”
For a brief second, her eyes met Lily's. Then she turned back to her monitor, ending the conversation.
Before Lily could press further, the basement door swung open. Kyujin, the young social media manager, burst into the room holding her tablet. Kyujin had become one of Lily's closest co-workers over the past nine months. Officially, she managed the Metro JYP's digital platforms and social media accounts. Unofficially, she was the person everyone went to whenever they needed archived records, forgotten databases, or public documents that seemed impossible to find.
When Lily asked if she could cross-check a few land registry files from 2006, Kyujin agreed without a second thought. It sounded like a simple favor between coworkers. She never expected that a routine search would uncover the first crack in a secret buried for twenty years.
"Lily! You won't believe what I found," Kyujin said quickly, lowering her voice.
"You asked me to check the archived land registry records for 2006, right?"
"Did you find something?" Lily asked, her pulse jumping.
"The night Choi Yunjin disappeared, the city council signed over a massive piece of waterfront land to a private developer," Kyujin said, showing her tablet. "The signature on the transfer permit wasn't Yunjin’s. It was forged. And guess who owned the shell company that bought the land?"
Lily leaned in. "Who?"
"A local charity foundation," Kyujin said softly. "Run by Councilor Yunjin’s personal attorney... who happened to be Haewon's late father."
Lily felt a chill run down her spine. Haewon’s father?
"There's more," Kyujin added, looking worried. "The lead prosecutor who closed the case without pressing charges back then? It was Prosecutor Bae's father." Kyujin slowly lowered the tablet. "I almost deleted all of this."
Lily looked at her.
"I thought maybe I shouldn't have found it." She forced a nervous laugh. "I've never been afraid of a spreadsheet before.”
Lily needed clear answers, and there was only one person who could give them to her legally.
--
An hour later, Lily was standing outside the District Prosecutor’s Office. She waited by the steps until Jinsol Bae walked out, wearing a sharp grey suit and holding a black briefcase. Jinsol was one of the youngest senior prosecutors in the city—and notoriously strict.
"Prosecutor Bae," Lily called out, stepping into her path.
Jinsol stopped, adjusting her coat. She recognized Lily immediately. "Lily. If this is about the municipal corruption story, my office has no comment."
"It’s not about that," Lily said firmly. "It’s about Choi Yunjin. And the forged land deal from 2006."
Jinsol's eyes narrowed slightly, but her face remained completely professional and calm. "That case is closed, Miss Morrow. It has been closed for two decades."
"Your father was the prosecutor who signed off on closing it," Lily pushed, taking a step closer. "And Editor Oh's father managed the company that took the land. Why did your father stop the investigation, Jinsol? Was he protecting someone?"
Jinsol looked around the quiet street, then looked down at Lily. Her expression didn't break, but her voice grew unusually quiet. "Lily, you are a good reporter," Jinsol said softly. "But you are stepping into a fire you don't understand. Stop asking questions. For your own safety—and for the people in that newsroom."
"Are you threatening me?" Lily asked.
"No," Jinsol replied, stepping past her. "I'm warning you. Some truths are buried because digging them up will destroy everyone standing nearby."
Jinsol paused, tightening her grip on the handle of her briefcase. "My father spent the rest of his life wondering whether he made the right choice." She looked at Lily with tired eyes. "And I'm still wondering." For the first time since the conversation began, Jinsol's professional mask slipped. She looked tired. Not from work. From carrying something far heavier than the law. Without another word, she walked away.
Lily watched Jinsol disappear into the crowd, her warning echoing in her mind long after she was gone. Most reporters would have stopped there. Lily didn't.
Nine months at the Metro JYP had taught her that a single source was never enough. She spent the next several hours following every lead she could find. She returned to the city archives, compared decades-old council minutes with land registry records, and cross-checked corporate filings against newspaper clippings from 2006. The deeper she dug, the more often the same names resurfaced.
The Oh family.
The Bae family.
The Choi case.
Nothing directly proved a crime had been committed, but the connections were impossible to ignore. Every document seemed to point toward the same handful of people, yet none of them explained why.
She even revisited the original police report, reading it line by line until the margins blurred before her eyes. Entire sections had been heavily redacted. Witness statements ended abruptly. Timelines didn't match. It felt less like an investigation and more like someone had carefully removed every piece that mattered.
By the time Lily finally leaned back in her chair, one truth had become painfully clear. This wasn't a story about missing paperwork. It was a story about people protecting something they refused to speak about. If she wanted answers, there was only one person left who could give them.
–
Lily returned to the newsroom late that afternoon. The sky outside had turned a dark, bruised purple.
Lily spread the photocopies across her desk one last time. She arranged them side by side—the forged land transfer, the corporate records, the prosecution file, and the timeline she had painstakingly reconstructed from archived newspapers and city records. Alone, each document raised questions. Together, they told the same story. Every trail eventually led back to the same families. It wasn't enough to prove a crime, but it was enough to prove that everyone had been protecting the same secret.
–
After a while, Lily walked straight into Haewon's glass office and closed the door behind her.
Haewon didn't look up from her desk. "I told you to drop the Choi Yunjin’s story, Lily."
"I think I finally understand why you've been trying so hard to keep me away from this case” Lily said, her voice steady despite her racing heart. "Your father owned the shell company. Jinsol's father closed the case. Yoona knows the police covered it up. Everyone in this building is protecting a twenty-year-old lie."
Lily placed several photocopies across Haewon's desk. The forged land transfer. The shell company records. The archived prosecution file. She took a slow breath.
"I’ve talked to Yoona, Kyujin, and Jinsol.I don't know what happened twenty years ago. But I know everyone I talked to is protecting the same secret.”
Haewon stared at the documents spread across her desk.
Nine months.
Nine months of watching Lily stay late to verify every fact. Nine months of watching her protect anonymous sources. Nine months of watching her refuse to cut corners. Haewon had hoped Lily would let this case go. Instead, she'd done exactly what every great journalist was supposed to do. She found the truth. Or at least part of it.
If Lily walked out of this office now, she would publish a story built on half-truths and assumptions. Innocent people would become villains, and the past would be rewritten by those who had never lived it.
Haewon closed her eyes. When she opened them again, the decision had already been made. Neither of them spoke. The newsroom beyond the glass continued as if nothing had happened. Phones rang. Keyboards clicked. Someone laughed across the room. Twenty years of silence rested between them.
"Lock the door," she said quietly.
Lily hesitated, her heart hammering against her ribs.The quiet click of the brass thumb-latch turning sounded unnaturally loud in the small room, sealing out the hum of newsroom phones and distant keyboard clatter.
"Why?" Lily’s voice was barely above a breath as she faced the editor across the heavy oak desk.
Haewon didn't answer immediately. The rigid, unyielding editor who had spent nine months barking deadlines and cutting down reporters didn't shatter all at once; she dissolved. Her shoulders dropped. The coldness in her dark eyes gave way to a hollow, bone-deep exhaustion.
"Because if I'm going to tell you what really happened twenty years ago..." Haewon set her pen down, her hand trembling slightly against the polished wood. "...it can never leave this room unless you decide it should."
She raised her eyes to meet Lily’s. "You think you’ve uncovered a corporate land grab, Lily. You think our parents were corrupt monsters who killed a city councilor for money."
Haewon laughed once—a low, bitter sound with no humor in it. "I’ve rehearsed this conversation in my head a thousand times. I just never thought it would be you standing here."
"Then tell me the truth!" Lily pleaded, taking a step closer, her hand resting on the beige folder. "If Choi Yunjin was murdered, if there was a cover-up, we have a duty to print it! We can set things right!"
"Choi Yunjin wasn't a victim of corrupt politicians!" Haewon’s voice snapped through the quiet, sharper than intended.
Outside the glass walls, the newsroom hummed along completely unaware that twenty years of silence had just cracked open.
"Choi Yunjin was an abuser," Haewon whispered, her voice heavy with grief. "She ruined lives behind closed doors. She threatened families who refused to sign over their land—including my father, Jinsol’s father, and Yoona’s dad. When people tried to go to the press, the evidence vanished. When they tried to go to the police, Prosecutor Bae’s hands were tied by city hall."
Haewon walked to the glass wall, staring out at the floor where Jiwoo, Yoona, and Kyujin were still working late.
"The night she disappeared, our parents went to the Incheon docks to negotiate—to beg her to leave their families alone. They brought us along in the back of the car because they were terrified to leave us home unattended after the threats she made."
Haewon’s fingers curled tightly into her palms. "I still remember the smell of saltwater and diesel. The rain was coming down in sheets. They told us to hide behind a stack of rusted shipping containers while they spoke to her on the pier. We were just children—Yoona was nine, I was ten, Jiwoo and Jinsol were barely eight. We were hiding in the dark, freezing, clutching each other's hands so tightly our knuckles turned white."
She turned back to face Lily, her eyes glistening. "There was an altercation. Yunjin pulled a weapon. It was an accident, Lily—a desperate struggle on slippery, rain-slicked metal planks. And then... a splash."
The silence in the office was suffocating.
"Our parents didn't set out to commit a crime that night," Haewon said softly. "They were terrified people trying to protect their kids. In the aftermath, they made a pact to survive it. Jinsol’s father closed the official file to stop a corrupt investigation from framing innocent men. My father used a shell company to freeze the disputed land so no one else could profit off Yunjin's abuse. Jiwoo’s dad took the photos that faked a paper trail of her fleeing the country."
Lily felt her pulse racing. "And... the newsroom? How are all of you here?"
Haewon gave a faint, bittersweet smile. "You think it’s a coincidence that we all ended up under this roof? It wasn't. Our families swore we would stay close to the information pipeline. Yoona took the crime beat. Kyujin took the archives. Jinsol went to the prosecutor's office. I took this editor’s chair. We became the guardrails. We stayed here to make sure that if anyone ever dug up old ghosts, we would be the ones to catch it before it destroyed our families."
Lily looked down at the beige folder containing the forged documents and police reports.
"Now you know," Haewon said, stepping closer. The formidable editor was gone; only a woman desperate to protect the people she loved remained. "I didn't push you away to protect a story, Lily. I pushed you away to protect you from carrying a burden that isn't yours. And to protect the only family I have left."
Lily stood completely frozen. Every rule from journalism school echoed in her head: Expose the truth. Print the facts. Hold the powerful accountable.
But looking at Haewon, she realized the "facts" in the file were only half the story. Publishing it wouldn't bring justice—it would send victimized families to prison to protect the legacy of an abuser.
Without saying a word, Lily picked up the beige folder. She walked slowly over to the heavy-duty paper shredder in the corner of the office.
Haewon held her breath, watching her.
Lily switched the machine on. The quiet hum turned into a sharp grinding sound as she fed the Choi Yunjin file into the blades, watching twenty-year-old photocopies turn into ribbons of useless confetti.
Haewon let out a long, shuddering breath, her shoulders sagging as the weight of two decades lifted just a fraction.
Lily turned off the machine and looked back at her editor with a gentle, reassuring smile. "The Choi Yunjin file is officially empty, Editor Oh. What's my assignment for tomorrow's front page?"
Haewon looked at Lily for a long moment, a genuine, soft smile breaking through her usual stern expression. "Go home, Morrow. You've done enough for one day."
Lily couldn't help but smile. "Yes, Editor Oh."
She opened the office door and stepped back into the newsroom. Jiwoo was laughing with Kyujin over something on her camera screen, while Yoona quietly finished writing tomorrow's crime column. Across the room, the printing department called upstairs, reminding everyone that the first edition deadline was only an hour away.
Life had already moved forward. She glanced back one last time.
Haewon was still standing in her office, watching the newsroom through the glass walls. This time, however, there was no cold expression hiding behind her eyes.
Only relief.
On the corner of Haewon's desk, the photograph she had turned face down earlier was standing upright again. For the first time in years...
She no longer felt the need to hide it. For years, that photograph had been a reminder of everything she had lost. Tonight, it reminded her of the people she had managed to protect.
Lily smiled to herself before returning to her desk. Tomorrow's headlines would tell the city's newest stories. The oldest one would remain buried. Lily realized that some investigations ended with a front-page headline.
Others ended with silence. Neither outcome was easy to live with. Some truths demanded to be told. Others demanded to be carried. Tonight, they chose to carry this one together.
Outside, the rain continued to fall against the newsroom windows, washing over a city that would never know the story buried beneath its streets.