The next day arrived, and the weekend was just around the corner.
Max sat with his eyes glued to the latest reports coming in. At first, he didn't think much of it—just another day, another stack of numbers from Warma. But then he really looked.
And it hit him.
Hard.
'My mind is being blown away here a little bit…' Max thought, staring at the screen. 'I had estimated things based on the sixty thousand students… but I never expected all of them to actually buy the merch.'
He scrolled through the data again, trying to make sure he wasn't imagining it.
'But the sales and numbers aren't just limited to Notting Hill City. That sixty thousand estimate was only for Brinhurst's district alone… and the orders are clearly coming from outside too.'
His thoughts ran wild, calculating as he went.
'Even if I just count the sixty thousand students from Brinhurst, and they're spending an average of fifty dollars each… that's three million dollars!'
The number made him sit back in his chair.
