The manager scratched his head. "This isn't a regular order."
"Don't you sell it wholesale?" Laurel replied quietly.
The manager stared at her, unsettled by how calm she looked, then he cleared his throat. "Alright… tell me the quantity you want."
Laurel didn't just need drinking water. She needed enough for washing, farming, and emergencies.
This time, she didn't negotiate. She didn't care about getting the lowest price, she only cared about surviving. The apocalypse was almost here, and she needed to get everything ready.
"Give me enough to sustain a small city for five years." She said
The manager stared at her with a look of concern but didn't question her anymore. When he finished calculating, he inhaled sharply.
"That's 15 million dollars."
Laurel nodded calmly. "Deliver it to this address." She wrote down the valley warehouse location.
The manager looked even more shocked. "That's a private valley area."
"Yeah," Laurel replied.
