Narrator/Denise Chan

Yuki's heart broke when she saw the university student's response.

Yuki's heart broke when she saw the university student's response.

Yuki was spiraling. But her bosses seemed overjoyed.

Yuki was spiraling. But her bosses seemed overjoyed.

But Yuki couldn't just go home. She would wake up the next day and do this again and again and again with no end in sight. She was here now and she didn't really know who to turn to except for Charlie.

But Yuki couldn't just go home. She would wake up the next day and do this again and again and again with no end in sight. She was here now and she didn't really know who to turn to except for Charlie.

She had trusted Charlie that it would be safe to come here. And the thing was, in spite of it all, she still kind of did trust Charlie. That she would help her.

She had trusted Charlie that it would be safe to come here. And the thing was, in spite of it all, she still kind of did trust Charlie. That she would help her.

It was an earnest promise from someone who had fully enmeshed herself in the world of scammers. Someone who had gotten very good at the playbook. Pitch, handle objections, make promises earnestly. It was the same earnest promise Charlie had made to her brothers. To herself.

It was an earnest promise from someone who had fully enmeshed herself in the world of scammers. Someone who had gotten very good at the playbook. Pitch, handle objections, make promises earnestly. It was the same earnest promise Charlie had made to her brothers. To herself.

But it was a promise Charlie had no idea how to keep. And while Yuki believed Charlie would make good on what she said, another recruit would call total bullshit. On Scam Factory, we expose the masterminds, victims, and unlikely players caught in webs of deception. But what happens when someone turns a scam into their own survival strategy? Priscilla Barbosa came to the U.S.

But it was a promise Charlie had no idea how to keep. And while Yuki believed Charlie would make good on what she said, another recruit would call total bullshit. On Scam Factory, we expose the masterminds, victims, and unlikely players caught in webs of deception. But what happens when someone turns a scam into their own survival strategy? Priscilla Barbosa came to the U.S.

from Brazil, lured by an internet friend with the promise of making a living as a rideshare driver. But when she arrived, she was completely alone, with just $117 in her pocket. Desperate to make ends meet, she started renting someone else's Uber account under the table. That was just the beginning.

from Brazil, lured by an internet friend with the promise of making a living as a rideshare driver. But when she arrived, she was completely alone, with just $117 in her pocket. Desperate to make ends meet, she started renting someone else's Uber account under the table. That was just the beginning.

Within a year, Barbosa had built an underground empire, creating thousands of fake accounts for Uber, Lyft, Instacart, and DoorDash. She became a legend in the gig economy underworld, a modern-day Brazilian Robin Hood, scamming the system to stay afloat. But how did she do it? And how did it all come crashing down?

Within a year, Barbosa had built an underground empire, creating thousands of fake accounts for Uber, Lyft, Instacart, and DoorDash. She became a legend in the gig economy underworld, a modern-day Brazilian Robin Hood, scamming the system to stay afloat. But how did she do it? And how did it all come crashing down?

The days were starting to blur together. Clock in, dick pics, clock out. And once again, it was time to clock out. Jela and her co-workers stood up from their desks, collected their personal phones, and slowly filed out of their office. As the group walked up the stairs back to their dorms, they made small talk.

The days were starting to blur together. Clock in, dick pics, clock out. And once again, it was time to clock out. Jela and her co-workers stood up from their desks, collected their personal phones, and slowly filed out of their office. As the group walked up the stairs back to their dorms, they made small talk.

It was the best part of Jela's day. dreaming about getting out of here.

It was the best part of Jela's day. dreaming about getting out of here.