Re-identification Novels & Stories

Displeasure colored his tone. "Who said I'm not married? I am married. I have a wife and a child." The reporter froze and instinctively countered, "But a month ago in our interview, you personally said you were single and unmarried." Gary seemed to be struck hard in the head by this statement. His face instantly went deathly pale. He clutched his forehead in pain, his body swaying. His eyes became chaotic and manic as he muttered to himself, "No, that's not right! I have a wife! I clearly have a wife!"

My nails were finished drying and I loved the nude color I choose, when they were dry I walked over to the pedicure chair taking my flops off another woman walks in and sits in the chair next to me. " Well I will be damned I thought I might have heard a rumor you were back didn't think it was true "I heard someone says to me standing next to my chair. Looking up at who it was, I was shocked it was Gina my best friend growing up here, I froze up and just looked at her face I finally said " Well I guess the rumor is true then "I shrugged. "Welcome home then, and I missed you," she said leaning into a hug, before sitting in her chair. " Where have you been for the last 5 yrs". she asked " A lit

you are lying to me ! you came in my office sneak in and took my file but when you saw that you could be caught by your I'd card so to save yourself on the very next day you applied for your new I'd card so that you wouldn't get caught .. but here your plan flop as I ran the application date too to clear my doubt if there is any possibility that maybe you are innocent and that girl and you both are different persons but no everything became clear when it showed that you had applied for your new I'd card after that day itself and now tell me where I am wrong .. " he shout on me making me horrified from his outburst .

My heart lurched. Not the old woman this time. Not Beta Henry. A tall figure stepped inside, his golden eyes glowing like embers in the dim light. Idris. My breath caught in my throat. He had come.

It's just that she hadn't gotten enough evidence yet; until then, she decided to be calm. Her IT team had already retrieved the CCTV footage of the restaurant, although it had been tampered with. She had realized the person who brought the wine to her wasn't a waiter but Kelvin's nephew. She was only waiting for her blood test samples to come out. She had gone to test whether the drug was still in her system. She wanted to have concrete proof with her when she would be exposing him to the world.

The man looked at the woman lying on the bed, he really doesn't know what to say. How long does it take to install a passcode? Password identification by face or fingerprint takes a few seconds to set up. The manufacturer has optimized and simplified every function in the phone, making it easy for users to operate. The man turns off the alarm. Trickly put the backpack back in its place. He sat up straight in the chair, went on to handle the work. The man thought, turning off the alarm, the two people on the bed. They could sleep until tomorrow morning.

The room suspended there. Everything inside me came to a halt. My entire world fell apart in that one moment. I stood before a woman— Who was not Cara. A deafening, torturous silence suspended in the air. I stared. My mind recoiled at what I was witnessing. She was a duplicate of her. The prominent cheekbones. The sharp jawline. The puffy lips. Even her build, her stature—it was that close. But her eyes— They weren't Cara's. No fire. No fury.

The handwriting she had seen him use many times on his research notes. SUBJECT 01: CLARA REED. AGE: 19. BASELINE SYNAPTIC PURGE COMPLETE. RESULT: RECOVERY. PREVIOUS IDENTITY ERASED. ATTACHMENT TETHER INSTALLED. Clara felt a painful cry rising up. She bit her thumb to stop herself from screaming. Her whole life. Every memory of her childhood her sisters face, her very identity. Was a story written by the man who had held her in his arms just thirty minutes ago.

Damon held her tighter. “You already are.” Outside the safe house, unseen— A tablet refreshed. A profile glowed on the screen. ARIA OKAFOR — CONFIRMED IDENTITY A voice murmured softly: “She remembers.” And somewhere in a high-security cell, Vincent Reed smiled.

“That’s what concerns me.” Idris turned to Hazel’s file. “And this?” “Almost nothing we can verify,” Dominic said. Idris closed the folder. “Someone may have obscured one identity while making another appear more credible.” Graham’s expression tightened. “You think someone interfered with the records?” “Possibly,” Idris said. “Old records can be altered through official channels or simply made difficult to find or verify.” Dominic understood. “What can you do?” “I know people who can trace historical records beyond the current registry copies.”