Chapter 11

CAMILLE’S POINT OF VIEW

“Stanford University, class of 2016. Summa cum laude. Double major in Economics and Computer Science.”

I stared at the diploma in my hands, the heavy paper embossed with gold seals and signatures. My name, Camille Kane written in elegant calligraphy across the center. A degree I never earned from a university I’d never attended. “How is this possible?” I asked, running my finger over the raised seal. It felt real. Everything felt real. Victoria sat across from me in her priva to-

ceiling bookshelves. A massive desk separated us, covered with documents spread out like puzzle pieces forming my new life. “Money opens many doors,” she said, sliding another folder toward me. “People a at graduation. The woman in the pictures looked like me, but with subtle differences, straightened hair, confident posture, designer clothes I’d never owned.

“That’s not me,” I whispered, touching the smiling graduate’s face.

“Digital manipulation. Quite good, isn’t it? We had an expert blend your features with photos of a real Stanford graduate. Just enough to pass as you if no one looks too closely.”