Identity Fraud Maze 1 Novels & Stories

The entire class already knew where I worked. I grabbed the paper again and forced my eyes to focus. Focus. The meeting. Midland Trust Financial. A bank. Thirty million dollars lost last year to identity fraud. They were here to decide if Orion Vector’s system was worth millions and for some insane reason Raphael had decided that I should explain the model. My hands trembled slightly as I scrolled through the presentation slides. My stomach twisted again. What if Raphael walked into the meeting room and decided this was the perfect moment to destroy me?

I thought for a while before concluding. "$1000" I answered. He stared at me for a while not believing but I maintained my facial expression, he exhaled before igniting the engine and with that, he drove off. Resting on the back seat, I drifted off into thoughts. Who are the people behind the attack? They made fake IDs. Camila could have gotten shot, thank goodness nothing happened to her. And Camila, I paused remembering I waited for her yesterday. She wasted my time so I had to leave. I brought out a drink gulping it down. I bet I'm not mentally prepared for today's class but I have to attend either ways.

-=Jayden's Point of View=- Jayden Andrada never forgets! I would never in a million years forget the mistake that stupid woman made toward me. What does she think? I'll let it slide since she admitted her mistake and apologized to me. I lost a billion-dollar account just because she didn't make sure that she was kidnapping the right person. When I got to the office that morning, the first thing I did was meet with Arman. Arman is the private investigator I hired to investigate the woman who abducted me, and I trust Arman to get the information I needed in a short amount of time.

He said with a slight smile. “ Hey don’t forget no one knows my real identity here, you don’t dare to expose me.” Joy said rolling his eyes at Alexander. “ Yes, those thick glasses and these stupid dresses is enough to make me remember that” He said making a face. “ you better remember that. Otherwise you will get in to trouble.” She said with a funny expression. “ You better keep your identity secret. I won’t be there to help you always.” Alexander warned. “ Look at that face of yours. Did you saw some ghost” Joy laughed out loud seeing his expression.

With that said, the old man continued, “The other kind is more complicated. This person would have a set of real identity information, but this set of information is encrypted within the system and has somehow become a one-way identity.” Vera asked, “What does one-way mean?” The old man explained, “One-way means that his identification card, passport, driver’s license, and even his household registration, marriage certificate, and identification documents are real. His identification number is also real, but if anyone in the system wants to look up information on him, they will not be able to find anything. For example, if I want to check on the people named Charlie Wade in the whole country

Mara hesitated. “International. But…direct. .. The system flagged it because the viewer identity was masked.” Stephanie bent back slowly, shut the folder. Disguised access meant somebody took the trouble to conceal their identity. “Has this happened before?” she asked. “Not to my knowledge,” Mara said. “Not on closed files like this.” Stephanie examined the clerk’s expression. Mara was not panicking but she was never comfortable. Good instincts.

“Freeze all associated accounts before 9 a.m.” Roe moved quickly, sending digital authorizations through the internal banking network. Marcus kept time. “We’ll have a chain reaction once the accounts lock,” he warned. I didn’t care. “Better reaction than depletion,” I said. The command went through. Within minutes, transactions pending under false IDs failed mid-process.

I tried to get a good look at his face, but he refused to lift his head. So much was going on, and I had no idea what to do about any of it. It took several minutes before Ross and the other two officers showed up. “We pulled up their files, but it turns out that both of them have identical files and documents.” “This is identity theft!” Jasper yelled out, almost lunging from his chair towards the other Jasper, but the two officers held him down. “They cannot be someone who looks exactly like me, has the same name as me and has all the same credentials as me. That guy has to be a fake!”

“From what we’ve discovered, there’s an underground agency capable of creating entirely fabricated identities—so real that even government systems recognize them. Whoever helped Mrs. Blackwood likely erased her past completely. There’s no record of her original profile in any database.” Ethan frowned. “So that means a criminal could just buy a new life and disappear?” “Not exactly,” Noah explained quickly. “The real person still exists. The system just wipes any trace of their identity changes. In essence, she’s still Sophia, only with altered details—like a different name or age.” Ethan’s glare sharpened. “Then why can’t you trace her? If she’s still the same person, she must’ve left a trai

“Okay, but kinda like if we were to call Zeke right now, I feel like either of us installing that app on one of our phones and then trying to gain access to the Marching Tides’ network might set off the flares, announce our location to them, ya know?” “So, we buy a pay-per-use phone and register it under one of our fake I.D.s,” Jason parries, always ready with a solution to any problem. It’s maddening. “Fine, but that still doesn’t get us access to the Marching Tides’ network,” I point out. “I seriously doubt they’ll just let anyone waltz in and join the network and sending a ‘friend request’ to them would probably, again, set off the red flags and alarm bells.”