Vaarbewijs4all Apr 2026

“Take the real exam next week,” Finn said. “You might surprise yourself.”

“Meneer Van der Heijden,” he said, loud enough for the proctor to hear, “this is Finn de Vries from Vaarbewijs4all. You’re being fed answers. I’m ending this now. Tell the exam supervisor everything, or I will.”

He didn’t know who he’d just betrayed or saved. But for the first time in three years, he wasn’t whispering answers into a stranger’s ear. Vaarbewijs4all

“I can’t do this, Finn. My hands are shaking,” the CEO whispered through the encrypted channel.

“Someone who knows that a man who cheats for a living still has a conscience. Prove me right, captain. Or prove me wrong—but I promise, your son’s school fees won’t be your biggest problem tomorrow.” “Take the real exam next week,” Finn said

Van der Heijden’s mouse clicked. Next question. And the next. Twelve minutes in, the CEO was almost laughing with relief.

His phone buzzed. Unknown number.

“Mr. de Vries. Your little fleet of ghost candidates is about to run aground. I’m not from the CBR. I’m from the people Van der Heijden’s trucks are carrying. The ones not listed on any manifest. Turn off your mic. Let him fail. And we forget this conversation happened.”

Finn grabbed his coat, Lars’s photo, and a thumb drive with every transaction, every client, every backdoor he’d ever built. Outside, the rain had finally stopped. The IJsselmeer was still as glass. I’m ending this now

“You’re not here to sail, meneer. You’re here to point at a screen. I’m the captain. You’re the autopilot.”

She wasn’t looking at the proctors. She was looking up. Directly into the lens.