Aftermath of an Illegal Job

In my previous post "Why Work when It's Illegal?", I've talked about one of my previous jobs. It was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, thrilling and life-changing, but it's the kind that you wouldn't want a repeat of.

Let's go back to November 2023 when it all started. There were some problems in the company. Rumors had it that one of the main engineers was caught. Our work was cut down and two of the workers from the department had to leave the job.

Finally, somewhere in the middle of December, the manager notified us that the department would be disbanded, effective the next day. Everyone was baffled. We concluded our work for the day and went home. In the same month, we went back to retrieve our belongings and salary.

I thought that it was the end.

In January, I received a call from my manager. She was calling all of us individually. She told us that the police were looking for us. One of our colleagues heard from the security guard at her residential area that the police came to ask if she resided there. Everyone was shocked. There were discussions going around. That was also the reason we received the call from the manager.

She told me to delete everything mentioned regarding the job. Pictures, notes, work schedules... everything. And if the police brought me in, I should deny everything and she taught me some answers to the questions they might ask me. "Don't be afraid. According to the law, they won't be able to detain you longer than 24 hours. As long as you don't admit to anything, you'd be alright."

I almost believed her.

Another month passed without any incidents. I thought that everything was alright then. One day, I stayed up the whole night updating my resume, my portfolios and taking formal pictures. At around six or seven in the morning, I was getting ready to sleep when......

I'll hang the story here. To be continued!