The Informant
Language: en
I’ve been in the personal shopping business for three years. In those three years, I’ve never missed a single receipt. Every order’s declaration record, tax payment certificate, and bank statement—I organize and file them monthly. These documents are neatly stacked in fourteen file boxes. That day, I was in my twelve-square-meter warehouse, packing a bottle of SK-II Facial Treatment Essence for a client. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find eight people from Customs Investigations. Six in uniform, two with folders in hand. The lead officer surveyed my small…