Euro Zalmacio
"There are few information that I manage to gather sir" said the private background inspector I hired the other day, he placed a folder on my desk.
"I'm expecting it would be less yet informative enough for me to know about that person, well isnt that what I paid you for?" I bluntly said.
The inspector gulped before answering me "read the data at your own risk sir and let me know if it hasn't informed you enough"
"Just To explain in advance sir, that woman really had live a private life"
I nodded and started opening the envelope, inside are three neatly folded papers.
Here it is, the lies and facts behind that beautiful face of Liana Fair.
Person of interest: Liana Fair
Age: 20
Birthplace: Bourbon-spades
Mother: some say Greta Fair, while data gathered and presented was Deva Fair.
Father: Homingher Fair
Siblings: 3, all boys. 10,7 and 5 y/o boys.
Parents source of living: Farming and meat store.
Lower and middle school: Bourbon spades Althenom School of literary english
School records: incomplete
Additional info:
-A child care volunteer in Bourbon-spades
-Sell her paintings in the city once every month.
I skimmed over the few facts my hired man gathered, it was fascinating to know things about Liana, overall her records shows what a simple life she lived and where she came from clearly explains her ignorance in this city.
Some paper adjoined by paper clips shows her lower and middle school diplomas, although there aren't any grade records included.
"Is this all I paid for?" I asked the inspector
He raised his shoulder in answer as if he doesnt know what he'll tell me.
"Fine get out, I's send you the check payment in due time"
With that the glad inspector rushed out of my office, not wanting to hear any command from me anymore.
Scanning through Liana's file, I turned my computer to life and searched from the browser about her previous school. I just get a feeling that something isn't right.
Flashed On the screen is the contact number of her prior school, I immediately fished my phone and dialed the number. Within about ten seconds, someone from the other end of line speaks up.
"Hello?" A woman's voice
"Hi, I am professor Zalmacio from University of Franzuish, just want to verify a student record presented by one transferee"
The woman hesitated to answer and said
"Sir, sorry but we don't give private info over the line. You could visit us directly at.."
"I could have Baldero Zalmacio come over then and pick up some records" I snapped
"Oh! you mean, you are the son of the!"
I rolled my eyes and cut the woman off before the conversation turns non-sense
"Yes I am"
"Oh my gosh, and I am speaking to you!"
"Yes you are, now will you kindly verify some records for me" I snapped again.
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