The Dream Cracks
The President's unease rippled through the dreamscape like a tremor. The chandeliers swayed, their light flickering faintly. Nitya caught the movement from the corner of her eye and adjusted her approach.
"We're almost at the transaction point," Vlada's voice came through her comm. "Just a few more steps."
Nitya's fingers brushed against the small transmitter hidden in her sleeve. They had one chance to secure the data and synchronize it with the President's neural patterns. Her pulse quickened, but her expression remained calm.
Across the room, Ayan leaned in closer to the President. "As we discussed, sir, this opportunity requires decisive action. Hesitation only benefits the opposition."
The President nodded slowly, his body language betraying his struggle to maintain control. "You're right. But this feels... too seamless. Life is never this cooperative."
