Mark Spencer slammed his fist down onto the table, the screen in front of him flickering slightly from the force.
"Again?"
He barked.
His secretary flinched slightly.
"I'm sorry, Sir. The Mana-Enhancing potions—"
"I know what it was. Don't tell me what happened, tell me how it happened."
Mark growled, standing up from his chair.
Nina bowed slightly, keeping her voice even.
"The Secret Hunter Services beat us to the punch this time. They had someone monitoring the listing with predictive software. As soon as the potions were posted, they had already started the purchase process."
Mark cursed under his breath and rubbed his temple.
"It's only going to get worse from here on out. These potions aren't just rare—they're revolutionary. The kind of edge they give is the kind you start wars over."
"I'll adjust our alerts and get more predictive models working. It won't happen again."
Nina promised quickly.
Mark nodded tersely but didn't look convinced.
