Not wanting to ruin Violet's good mood with her unease, Fox glanced at the reports that had just printed from their background check service.
Nothing appeared there, and perhaps that was the problem.
They had apparently been homeschooled most of their lives, as there were no official school records or transcripts until the late 90's when they were basically dropped off at a private school for the "intellectually gifted" in Germany, coming to the U.S. two years later to begin college. They had dual citizenship apparently, between Germany and the U.S., so there wasn't going to be any red tape there, but…
Something just felt off, and she couldn't identify it.
After leaving Violet to begin working on her offer letters that would be sent to all of her chosen applicants, she took her worries to David.
He had enough experience to not question gut instincts, his or Fox's. It was one reason he'd asked her to play receptionist for the day.
The other being that she'd be less identifiable… and he liked seeing her dressed like this once in a while, though he'd never admit it to anyone but her.
He took the reports for the twins Vaussier and scanned them.
"I agree," he said thoughtfully, as she leaned against his desk, "that the lack of background is a bit… odd."
"It's like they didn't exist before 1996," Fox said, a slight frown marring her still youthful face.
"I'll have Owen look into it," David promised. "But first…"
He swept his arm out, catching her by the waist and bringing her to land across his lap. "I have told you the effect you in a suit with those glasses has on me, right?"
"Hmmm," she hummed, pushing them up on the bridge of her nose. "A time or two," she admitted.
David reached out and pressed the button that would ring his assistant.
"Owen," David said, nuzzling his wife's neck, "Hold my calls."