"That's fine. Quality over quantity today. We're proving concept, not maximizing revenue."
She descended to the ground floor. The main entrance was controlled chaos—guards letting people in slowly, others monitoring the crowd, making sure no one got crushed or caused problems.
Inside, the supermarket was already packed.
People moved through the aisles with wide eyes, touching products, reading prices, comparing goods. The produce section was swarmed. The household goods area was nearly as busy. And the drink section—
Elara walked over. Empty. Completely sold out within the first hour.
"Dimitri."
He appeared immediately. "Your Highness?"
"Send runners to the warehouse. Bring every remaining bottle we have in storage. This section doesn't stay empty."
"That's our entire reserve stock—"
"Bring it."
He bowed and left.
