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"Vance, I know you can hear me," she said, stepping toward the ottoman. "The physical world is still waiting on you. The papers are on the tray."

She checked her watch: 22.10.18. The date of the merger. Everything depended on the next ten minutes.

"I’m exactly on time," Lindsay replied, handing him the pen. No2StudioVR.22.10.18.Lindsay.Maddox.Room.Servic...

There was a long silence. Then, the blue light on the headset turned white. With a sharp hiss of escaping air, Vance pulled the goggles back, blinking against the harsh, beautiful reality of the setting sun. He looked at the tray, then at Lindsay. "You're late," he croaked.

The carpet in the hallway of the Grand Sovereign was so thick it swallowed the sound of Lindsay Maddox’s heels. She adjusted the silver tray in her hands, though she wasn’t a waitress. She was a professional closer, and today’s "room service" was a contract that needed a signature before the sun went down over the city. "Vance, I know you can hear me," she

Lindsay looked at the headset. She knew the No2StudioVR software he was using; it was designed to create "infinite sanctuaries." But sanctuaries were just gold-plated cages if you stayed too long.

She reached Room 2210. The heavy oak door was slightly ajar. "Service," Lindsay said, her voice steady and cool. The date of the merger

Lindsay set the tray down on the marble desk. She didn’t see her client, Mr. Vance, but she saw the tether from the headset leading to a terminal near the window. Vance was "in."