The exchange was complete. He had finally traded his digital presence for a real-world encounter—and as the door handle turned, Kenji realized he had no idea what the "conversion rate" for his life was actually worth.
The exchange served him a page that was entirely blank except for a single line of text in the center: TRAFFIC EXCHANGE
The rules were simple: I look at your website for 20 seconds, and you look at mine. The exchange was complete