Mr. Guzmán smiled, sliding over a laminated card. It looked perfect: holograms, registry number, even the dry seal of the Dirección General de Profesiones. But Alejandro’s fingers felt the edge—slightly smoother than official stock.
Alejandro picked up his phone. “The exam isn’t just a test of knowledge, Mr. Guzmán. It’s a test of who you are.”
The law required one final step: examen de cédula —a scrutiny of the agent’s professional ID. examen cedula a agente de seguros
“Explain this,” Alejandro said quietly, turning the screen toward Guzmán.
That afternoon, the police arrived. Guzmán was led out in handcuffs. And Alejandro printed a notice for his wall: "Before you trust the agent, trust the ID. Examen de cédula: no shortcuts." Moral: In insurance, as in life, the most dangerous fine print is the one on a fake credential. Guzmán
“Your ‘contact’?” Alejandro leaned back. “Or the forger in Tepito?”
Alejandro tapped his pen against the desk. The man across from him, Mr. Guzmán, had just passed the state insurance exam with a 92% score—brilliant on coverage limits and liability clauses. But something was wrong. The man across from him
He ran the number through the system. The database blinked.