the "Gold Panel" s

ed blood i

n for his brutal ta

ers. They usually know their stuff

ed through the

host, stepped forward. Hi

ama. It mea

ad said, his voice full of false concern. "Do y

raced. This w

bling slightly but firm. "I have my digital transcripts and

this, bringing everyt

hand. "Digital files? Those are so easily faked thes

rge of anger bu

my diplomas," Sarah said, reachi

help her connect her flash dri

reen. Her MIT transcript

screen

nounced, feigning surprise. "How unfort

small, almost invisible e

ith the physical diplomas. Th

Yale diploma, her MIT dip

Victoria Sterling stood up, hold

ds Sarah, supposedly

supposed masterpie

ctoria "

berry-flavored liquid – splas

instantly. The

er hand flying to her mouth in mock horr

Social media, already buz

Imposter w

e ruined documents