The banker looked uncertain and replied that the account had been active for more than a year. I felt a wave of confusion because I had no memory of ever doing this.
Jessa leaned closer and said, “We need access to it today.”
The banker explained that he needed verification, including a signature match. I agreed even though I felt uneasy, because I needed answers more than comfort.
We were led into a secured vault area that felt silent and heavy, like the air itself was controlled. I signed the form while trying not to overthink it, and the banker confirmed the signature matched the one on file.
That moment made my stomach drop because I knew my identity had already been forged before.
He handed me the key to the box, and we were escorted to a private table. I opened it slowly, feeling my pulse in my throat.
Inside were documents I did not recognize, including a passport with my face but slightly incorrect details. There were financial papers, blank checks tied to a company name I had never seen, and an envelope of cash that felt out of place.
At the bottom was a black flash drive with a label that read Orion Arc backup.