Stan Identity Fraud 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?

God knows I tried. The woman at the state aid desk barely looked up from her screen when I finally told her my name. Her fingers froze over the keyboard, and then she looked up at me like I'd grown a second head. "I'm sorry," she said. "Your file's been flagged. There's a legal hold on your identity, some fraud claim I think.” She lowered her voice like it might soften the blow. "I can't process anything under this name while that's going on. I'm sorry."

"I need all of it filed as evidence in the inheritance claim today. Before close of business. Whatever it takes." She sat down. Pulled her keyboard toward her. "Walk me through each category." Matteo opened the bag. It took forty minutes. Grace asked questions that were precise and fast and didn't waste anything and I understood why I'd remembered her from a room full of people three years ago. She went through each document with the particular attention of someone who knew which details would matter in front of a judge and which ones were noise. At the end she sat back. "This is significant," she said. Flat. Professional. "The NDA dispute will collapse the moment we file the identity fraud

he replied. I closed the file slowly. “Explain,” I said straightening. Smart folded his hands behind his back. “The man has several financial records tied to fraudulent transactions across different states. Nothing major enough to land him in prison, but enough to raise suspicion.” He said. My expression darkened. “Fraud?” I repeated. “Yes,” smart replied. “And that’s not the worst part.” I leaned forward slightly. “Go on,” I said calmly. Smart glanced at the file again. “Some of the records connected to him don’t match the identity he’s using now,” he said.

Stacy Blaire — pseudonym adopted by Tasha Rinehart. Background: Held multiple jobs in a chain of cities with various names. Moved frequently. Two sealed court records. No family history registered under current name. Key Detail: Filed fraudulent claim of domestic violence in Nevada six years ago—used claim to gain temporary residence. Claimed man was never prosecuted, subsequently sued for defamation. Luke reclined in his chair, reading the final paragraph. She was a cheat. A liar who'd made up chapters of her life to stay alive. His breathing quickened as he came to the last line:

"I want to fucking understand why you're doing this shit to me in public." "Well, first," Mackenzie ticked off on his fingers, "you're traveling with someone else's identity. That's identity fraud. A felony. Second, you were supposed to meet with Barrister Sullivan from Chamber and Associates tonight. You remember him? Along with two other attorneys from the DA's office? You agreed to that meeting. And then you decided to run instead." "I'm a businessman. I can travel anywhere I want. I didn't know I needed permission from the police to conduct my business." Astor stood, trying to use his height to intimidate. It didn't work.

"That's my number, Yan! Do not erase! Watch out!" "Hey, what the hell did you save your name? Beautiful Linda? Wow, so confident!” "Hahaha, if your friend asks you, just show me my name on your cellphone! At least you won't be bullied for being single!" Linda said as if she was carefree. "No way! It will get me in trouble someday!" said Ziyan renaming Linda's contact name. "Haha, just honest. You have a girlfriend, right!" The streets started to get quiet and Ziyan immediately started the car. They had arrived at the office and Linda had finished following up on all the foundations she had to contact that day.

“Did you run a background check on her?” Stan's head dropped. His expression fell. He didn't. And Thomas got his response. “Is this what I have to work with?” He cussed. Eyeing them, his eyes filled with disappointment, he spoke again. “Has my identity been compromised?” Stan and Joe shook their heads, vigorously expressing their negative response.

Ferisha asked. "Yes, I use three identities. three identities. Is there a problem with that?" Valentino asked a little surprised when he saw the detective's probing face. "But you can get caught in cases of fraud or document falsification if you continue to use a false identity," Ferisha said sharply.

~ Croft ~ The news alert chimed on my phone, a soft, expensive sound in the silence of my study. I read the headline, and a laugh, cold and sharp as shattered crystal, escaped me: Stanley Morgan, Titan of Industry, Arrested on Multiple Counts of Fraud and Corruption. Fool. Arrogant, blustering fool.