"Pak Arya, Pak Budi requests your presence. Meeting Room C. Bring your access card."
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. "Pak Arya, Pak Budi requests your presence
Jakarta, Indonesia. The 27th floor of a sleek glass office tower. He sat on a concrete planter and opened the letter again
His eyes scanned the paragraphs. He had drafted a thousand technical reports in his life, but this was a different kind of document. It was cold. Surgical. "Dengan ini Pimpinan Perusahaan memberitahukan bahwa terhitung mulai tanggal 15 November 2024, Saudara Arya Prasetyo, S.T., dinonaktifkan dari jabatannya sebagai Kepala Quality Control." He stopped breathing. "Penonaktifan ini bersifat sambil menunggu proses investigasi lebih lanjut terkait dugaan penyimpangan prosedur pada produksi batch terakhir. Selama masa penonaktifan, Saudara dilarang memasuki area operasional perusahaan dan mengakses seluruh sistem internal." Dugaan penyimpangan? Alleged deviation. Arya felt his face flush. The batch he had just inspected that morning? The one he passed as safe? He looked up at Pak Budi. No office
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.
"Pak Arya," Pak Budi began, folding his hands. "Surat ini dikeluarkan berdasarkan evaluasi menyeluruh atas efisiensi operasional perusahaan."