Chapter 209 Nia

• The days following the Situation Room clash dissolved into a haze of avoidance for Nia Prescot. She mapped her routes through the White House like a covert operative, timing her corridor treks to miss Vardo's prowling shadow.
• Mornings in the West Wing speechwriting bullpen, she hunched over her laptop, fingers flying across keys to craft Vince's next address, emphasizing multilateral talks, economic pressure, and the moral high ground of restraint.
• Every line poured out her admiration for him: his steady vision, the way he'd navigate crises without bloodshed. 'In the face of provocation,' she typed, 'we choose dialogue over destruction,' her words a subtle rebuke to Vardo's arsenal dreams.