Outside, the Jakarta heat hit him like a wall. He sat on a concrete planter and opened the letter again. He read the final paragraph, the one that offered a sliver of hope: "Selama masa penonaktifan, Saudara akan menerima 50% (lima puluh persen) dari upah tetap setiap bulannya, terhitung sejak tanggal surat ini dikeluarkan, hingga terdapat keputusan final dari hasil investigasi." Half pay. No work. No office. Just waiting.
Arya nodded slowly, but his brain translated the formal language: We are cutting costs. You are a liability now. Outside, the Jakarta heat hit him like a wall
Pak Budi slid a second paper forward. It was a copy of the release form. And there, in the signature box, was a scrawled "Arya P." A forgery. A clumsy one. No work
But Arya knew the truth: The company didn't need evidence. They needed a scapegoat. And a 15-year veteran with a high salary was an easy target. Arya nodded slowly, but his brain translated the