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“You should reply, Cathy.” A few days ago, someone by the name of Calum Dissick created an account on BC, that itself is unusual because what are the odds? The same name? His profile picture is a landscape picture but his username is a mix of his first and last name. Nothing to worry or think about. It can’t be him.

"I'm actually calling about something different, we're running a feature alongside the showcase, a profile piece on you and your journey as a designer." "What kind of profile?" I asked, suspicious now. "Nothing invasive," Amanda assured me. "Just your background, your inspiration, what drives your work, the standard emerging designer story." "And nothing about my personal life?" I pressed. Amanda paused. "I'll be honest with you," she said. "Your personal life is part of the story, the divorce, the rebuilding, it's compelling." "It's private," I said firmly. "I understand," Amanda replied. "But people want to know the person behind the designs, they want to understand what shaped your vision

The profile only had a single post, dated three years ago. It read, "But you're the one I like." There were zero comments underneath, but it had exactly one like. When I clicked to see who had liked it, I realized that it was Carissa's alternative account, and I froze.

Will she really be seeing them all the time, as far as she knows, two of them are her professors. "Good morning. My name is Alistair King. I will be your professor for this year. You may only call me Professor King, and if I call on you, the reply is Sir, nothing else. Now in this class, I want contribution, utmost respect for me and eachother. This class is going to be difficult and if you feel like you can't handle it, walk out now. I will not be dealing with complaints at the end of any test or exams. Assignments will be given at the end of the week, individually or in groups, and every mark counts."

"One?" Patrick pursed his lips and furrowed his brow. "I restricted my profile to gay men. If you don't think I could get it up for some hot, wealthy woman, well, you're wrong, but if I did that, it would compromise who I am. Hard limits are important. Once those are set, Infidelity does its magic. The staff knows their clients. A profile isn't available to the entire world. First, only an exclusive number of people even know that this part of Infidelity exists." We were sitting back where we started. "So Infidelity pairs clients with..."

but I didn't want to get my hopes up. My own profile had a picture of me shirtless and showing half of my face, with a couple of small moles next to my eyebrow that guys might be able to use as an identifier. It hadn't worked yet, but I left that as my main picture just in case it could happen someday.

"Okay. It’s still an assumption, and we yet know the truth. But whatever it is, shouldn't we ask for the chronology?" "I've given a reply and left our email for her to contact us," Judy said, and I could confirm because she did it using our official account. "But her profile seems unreal. There's no photo, nor any details on her profile. Also, it has only made one review so far. For us." She shared information that we might not have found out otherwise. But I did it. I had looked through her profile and found nothing except the name and review. How could I resolve the problem then?

I quickly opened the school’s forum and began to type. MissCaptainOfAll: I need help ASAP! This is a case that should be handled as an emergency. Does anyone know who the professor handling Data Analytics for year three is? He is somewhat anonymous but I really need to know who he is right now. If you have emails or some type of way to reach him, reply to this post!

I needed to warn him. I found my profile. I studied it and was absurdly pleased that the photo was a flattering one of me. I am not sure where I was, but it was a close up and I looked amused by something. I had some eye crinkles from laughter and my hair was cut shorter than what it was right now, telling me this photo was probably a few months old. I flipped it over to see the information that they had provided. They had me listed as a businessman, the owner of Borderline Lumber and Construction. It listed places I frequent and the times that I’m usually there. I smiled. Looks like I was going to change things up this week. I closed the file and put my profile on top. I wanted her

Well, fuck. I spend the next minutes looking at their profiles, one was a high school kid, one a gay rights activist, another an 80 year old man with only a picture of his wife and dog posted, I found that cute. One was a young professor, another seemed to be a fake AI account, I keep seeing more of the likes, I almost give up until… I come across a private account, with nothing but ‘vegetarian’ in the bio, no profile pic, no further info.