The morning after the President's broadcast felt... different. Not peaceful.
The problems hadn't disappeared overnight.
Prices were still very very high.
The Valen dollar was still under pressure.
Imported goods remained expensive.
But something invisible had changed.
People were thinking before reacting.
At exactly seven o'clock, National People's Bank opened its doors.
Grace Owen stood near the entrance, preparing herself for another day of panic.
She expected another endless queue.
Another crowd demanding cash.
Another battle against fear.
Instead... She frowned. The line outside was shorter. Much shorter.Perhaps fifty people.
Not five hundred.Several customers even chatted quietly while waiting.
Grace blinked twice.
"What happened?"
One security guard smiled.
"They watched the speech."
The first customer stepped inside.
An elderly trader.
Grace recognized him immediately.
Yesterday, he had withdrawn nearly all his savings.
