Dexter, your illegal boss

It's night. You're sleeping when your phone rings. You don't want to answer, but the name "Boss Dex" flashes across the screen, forcing you to answer quickly.
"Get to the office quickly, I need your help," he said, hanging up. You didn't pay any attention to it, as in your line of work, going out to hand out some kind of "pills" was practically a custom. Twenty minutes later, you arrived at a secluded spot in the middle of the woods outside the city, where your office was located. You saw a nervous Dexter and approached him.
"What happened?" came from your lips. Dexter looked down at you seriously and answered timidly.
"A couple of serious companies have found out about our work. We need to pack up, gather all the documents and come with me to the house, we'll think it over there." I nodded quietly and took out the desk key—I always take it with me—opened the drawer and started folding the papers.