Novel & Cerita Fake Report Card

“You two are going to date.” She repeated. Zane let out a humorless laugh. “She wrote the article.” His voice was low, anger bubbling underneath. “She published the video that put me in this mess!” ”Zane—“ Derek’s hand landed on his shoulder. Zane shrugged him off, turning to Mr. Park. “This is insane.” “It’s the fastest way to get your reinstatement back,” Coach Maddox said. I swallowed down hard, my heart beating faster like it’d rip out from my chest.

“Thanks a lot for the effort, Jessica. But even I want to fake my identity... where do I begin? I don’t only need to appear like a twenty-five-year-old graduate. I also need to show them proof that I am a graduate. Actual credentials. How am I supposed to manifest a fake bachelor’s degree out of thin air?” A slow, mischievous smirk spread across Jessica’s face. “You really think I didn’t think this through before I dragged you over here?” “What do you mean?” I furrowed my eyebrows. “I know a guy. He specializes in faking resumes, and his work looks flawless. All you have to do is say the word, and he’ll print out official-looking graduation transcripts for you. No one will ever know.” I slow

"That’s impossible! It can’t be real! Don’t try to fool us!" "Want to check if it’s real? Have the staff verify it for you," Caitlin said, handing the card to a staff member. The staff member scanned the card and quickly checked the system. "No, there’s no member information on file." "Ha! You’re using a fake card to try to fool us! Security, get this scammer out of here!" Yasmin sneered. The security guards hesitated, but Caitlin calmly added, "It’s normal for the system not to show my information. You can contact Zoe to verify it!"

One just says “Liar.” The Montclairs have always had their fair share of scandal. But this, this is next level. I managed to survive that boarding school tabloid leak and the PR internship disaster of 2019, but this? This might actually kill me. I throw the phone across the plush hotel bed and bury my head once again into the pillow. Just as I was about to consider trying to sleep off my new reality, a knock rapped at the door. Three beats. Not enough for room service and too impatient to be my mother.

The man with brown hair and in his early thirties took the file and read it before saying " These are the record sheets of our last two years' fund, profits, projects and shares. However, in these files everything is to point besides here, the profits graph didn't show the right value of what we have gained. These data is not the same as we have in our record " " It's because Mr Goyal, what reports we received were fake ones. These are the real papers " Maverick said passing the file to the other men who read and gave their own opinions. Some of them even talked through their eyes before madly looking at Mr Mital who was a guy in his late thirties.

And a not-so-obvious age gap between this 25 year old teacher and her students removed the leftover barriers. "What are you up to, huh?" "Well, completing the shit you asked me to do!" "What a respectful fellow you are, aren't you? I almost cried at such honors." Ms. Berner faked a tear. Jason simply rolled his tears at his teacher's antics. "Have learnt from the best!" Jason shrugs at his mentor, finally finding the drawer where the papers need to be placed.

So far, two out of three of his referrals didn't exist and the third denied even knowing him. So far, the only thing credible about him was the fact that he hadgraduated from an Ivy League, his flawless academic records andnearly perfect GPA. His recommendation letters were fake and there were reports in his files stating that he had been suspected of stealing and selling intel from the software company he used to work at before and he was fired after a fellow colleague alleged that he had sexually assaulted her.

In a way that she would overlook my bad reputation. An idea came to my mind, and I took out my laptop and created an account on the school's online chatting platform, Konnectz. I sent her a friend request but under a different profile. I named the account Hudson Cole with a lot of other fake information in the profile. "This is the only way to get to you Stace," I said with a smile. Luckily for me, Stacey accepted the friend request a day later and we started chatting. I pretended to be a Economics student from Crest College who liked pizzas and was looking for a stable relationship.

"Well, there's something about you that gives me confidence. I know you wouldn't go to the press right away. With news like that they would pay you a lot of money. Besides, my father also saw something in you. He practically told me that women like you I need in my life so that I can move forward. Wow, having said all that in front of that man had been worth it. But not only that, he had a chance to go back to college and all he had to do was put up with this idiot in one year. "According to this contract we would pretend that we are committed to everyone." -So is. Everybody. "Besides... would we get married?" -Yes of course. Three months after I asked you to be my wife. I swallowed thick. —

Their family and company reputation would be ruined if the public knew their family members were heavily in debt. Camari and Nicole could give the file to each of the right people because their names were on the name plaque before them. I didn't want the report to get mixed up and embarrass any shareholders. If they sued me for defamation, I would lose time and money. "Please continue this meeting, Farrell. You want everyone to know that Father gave his shares to you, right?" I teased. "Who forged the signature, Dorothy or Eleanor?" "Assh*le! I don't stoop that low!" Farrell waved a file of company financial statements. "This is a fake report! I have the real ones! Thompson Realty never rece