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The Office…
“…kind of a pain in the ass when they want your residency from the past ten years, huh,” Paula conversationally put while she was finishing up copying some of Adam’s new-hire paperwork. “Don’t worry, it’s because of the kids with all these families why background checks here are so extra!”
“Tell me about it! Paula, I’m going to be honest with you, I don’t remember where I lived when I was nine!”
“That’s common, hon. We get a lot of military brats…a lot of you guys lived in more countries than I’ve lived in—”
“I’m sorry, you misunderstand, Paula; I have no memory where I was nine years ago and beyond that…” That made the secretary stop dead in her tracks.
She looked at him, making sure he wasn’t joking. Paula then walked over to the tiny table where Adam was; in the background, more citizens were filing into the community center, rounding Paula’s cubical office. A couple of them greeting Paula as they passed by.
“What are you telling me, Adam? You were in so many foster homes that you lost track?”
The young man chuckled. “I know we’re so used to hearing that in society, but I lived with my parents until I moved into my college dorm, Paula…I know from what my mom and dad told me that we used to live out West somewhere…”
“And that’s it, huh?”
A pensive nod from Adam.
Paula craned to look what he wrote on his form. “So, the furthest out that you can remember is a Corona…New Mexico?”
“Right.”
“You know what, Adam, nine years is close enough. It’s not like we’re the CIA or something, right? Oh, before I forget, here are your id’s back…I’m guessing they’re going to need your help in the kitchen, after seeing all these people come in!”
“For sure…thanks, Paula.”
“Yup.” She smiled as Adam quickly walked off toward the kitchen area.
Truth was she was waiting for him to leave. Paula looked at the typical two-forms of identification that most places of employment demand upon hiring. Adam’s social security card and the number with it was legitimate she could tell before even running it through security, and, frankly, so was his Connecticut driver’s license though his image on it seemed…off. Not illegally photocopied or anything like that. Given that high-tech cameras had flashed-lights that were able to capture more details of a subject without drowning out the picture with too much light, one was able to see more features of the subjects’ driver’s license profile pics.
Upon closer inspection, to Paula, the shape of Adam’s eyes seemed a bit—oval. Plus, a little on the larger side. At first, Paula thought, perhaps he wore eye-makeup the day he had his driver’s license picture taken. Culturally speaking, a lot of men—especially those of the more Gothic-tendencies—wore eyeliner. But anyone that saw Adam could safely say he did not come across as a Gothic sort…
More importantly, Paula was concerned about Adam, apparently, not knowing where he lived as a child with his parents from birth to the age of nine—young, but old enough to clearly remember what city and state one resided in!
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