The Origin of My Dreams

Chapter 1

It was an odd circumstance that brought Vladimir to the coffee shop that day. Granted, he didn't even like coffee. He had called it "personal business" to his boss. He stood in line, waiting for his order to be called. Next to him stood some hipster teenagers with earphones in, listening to some heavy metal. On the other side stood a very annoyed looking business man, trying to act casual while looking at his phone.

When Vladimir's drink was finally called, he snatched it up and sat in a corner seat next to a window. It was a pleasant morning in the city. The overall mood seemed happy and peaceful. Then, he spotted his target.

Seated a few feet to his left was a girl. She looked about collage age and had curly shoulder length brunette hair. Beneath the thin rims of her glasses were two big eyes, almost a black color. Her skin was pale, and her lips were a healthy red. She was glued to her laptop screen, endlessly typing, and occasionally taking screen shots. Sometimes she would jot down a note on a yellow pad she had next to her.

Nonchalantly, Vladimir slid next to her. "What are you doing?" he asked her. She jumped and let out a faint sound of surprise, gaining the attention of the people around them.

"Nothing." She said, slamming her laptop shut and closing her notepad. She stood and packed everything away into a black backpack, swinging it over her shoulder.

"If you are trying to hack into my system-"

"I'm not trying to cause trouble. I just need to find someone." The girl interrupted with a sigh.

"Oh, so you're a stalker." She gave Vlad an odd look.

"Just a bit." Vladimir stood and looked the girl straight in the eyes.

"Look sweetheart, I have no problem with you being in my system. However, there are other people who do, so promise me you'll be more careful, and that you'll stay out of trouble." The girl looked at him thoughtfully.

"And how do you suggest I do that?" she asked curiously.

"Whenever someone logs on to our system, we can see. We can see who they are, where they are, and what they have access to. When you hack in, it comes as a blank in the list, but with a little coding, you can easily see who the computer belongs to, and where they are, and what they've seen. Create a fake identity. Study the already existing ones carefully, and make your own- it's not that hard."

"Why are you helping me?" She looked suspiciously at Vladimir.

"I believe the people have a right to government records. As long as they don't abuse that right, I am fine with it." He said this while sitting down, and after a moment she joined him.

"But what power do you have that justifies that? Couldn't the government fire, or arrest you?" Vladimir leaned in close as to whisper in her ear.

"Sweetheart, I am the government. If they fire, or arrest, or try to kill me, Romania falls. The people turn to anarchy, and other nations take over." His voice was suddenly serious. The girl froze. "Happy stalking!" Vladimir said happily as he stood up. He left the shop with a smug look. "Happy stalking indeed."

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When Vladimir got back to his office, he noticed an unruly pile of paperwork neatly placed on his desk. Looking at the topmost paper he saw the words "Swiss Trade Agreement". With a sigh he called out to his secretary.

"What is this?" A short lady appeared. She was wearing an all blue ensemble, her blond hair in a stylish up do.

"It's the trade proposal. Mr. Arcos dropped it off this morning." she squeaked.

"I thought we already were trading with Switzerland." he noted.

"We were, but it expires in two years. A few of your bosses wanted something more permanent."

"When's it due?"

"Your bosses wanted you to get it to them by lunch on Friday." Vladimir stared at her blankly.

"So tomorrow, at lunch."

"Yup." Vladimir sighed.

"What else do I have to do today?" He asked hopefully.

"Just a meeting at 4. Oh and there is a World Meeting in a few weeks, do you want me to schedule a flight?"

"That would be amazing, thank you." Vladimir was feeling better. He could probably get his six centimeters of paperwork done, without overtime.

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A shorter chapter for the first one. I enjoyed writing it, and I think I'm gunna ship the secretary with Mr. Arcos just cause. Speaking of Mr. Arcos, I know next to nothing about the Romanian government, so if there is a Mr. Arcos in the Romanian government, then I apologize, but you are gunna be an awesome character later on. I hope you liked the first chapter! Thanks so much for reading!