Stella was a virgin, but she knew that this commodity was scarce and expensive in the post-apocalyptic world, making it a hot ticket item for bartering.
Preventing new life, and cherishing women.
Without hesitation, she threw the condoms into Arcadia, but then thought of something and grabbed a few more, stuffing them into the black plastic bag. She didn't bother to count, but there were likely dozens.
After sweeping the 15th floor, she moved onto the 14th. The enormous building housed only one tech company. Hundreds of desks stretched as far as the eye could see.
The boss must've been raking in the profits, as the employees' benefits were generous. The break room was stocked with expensive snacks and instant food for late-night work sessions. The fridge was piled high with steaks and lamb chops, but it nearly made Stella retch from the smell.
After clearing out the break room, she made her way to the boss' office.
The boss seemed to be a character; his office alone was a few hundred square feet, including a reception room, rest room, and a personal… collection room.
Were all the bosses this capricious these days? They collected antiques in their office!
The fortified collection room piqued Stella's interest. She used all her strength to pry the door open and was immediately taken aback by the sight. Straight ahead was an antique rack, and in the center hung a samurai sword with an antique patterned sheath that was luxuriously silver-plated.
Stella picked up the samurai sword and unsheathed it, the blade glinted coldly. It felt weighty in her hand but not heavy, and it was clear that this was a superior weapon, far more manageable than a butcher knife.
She swung it towards a wooden box, and it sliced through like water.
“This is beyond a mere knife; it’s practically a divine weapon.”
The antique rack held many antiques. Stella wasn't familiar with these items, but if they were collected by this man and placed alongside the samurai sword, they couldn't possibly be cheap.
Judging from the traces on these items, they had eroded due to the long years they had been kept.
In times of chaos, gold was valuable, but in times of peace, antiques were also valuable. Now, these valuable cultural relics were worth less than a piece of bread in the post-apocalyptic world.
However, they were quite pleasing to the eye. She could take them back as decorations; they wouldn't take up much space.
On the left side of the antique rack hung several paintings, all from famous ancient artists. A single piece could fetch a seven to eight-figure sum. However, Stella noticed a pile of expensive liquor in the corner. Stella thanked the boss and swept everything into Arcadia.
The capricious boss had a wide range of interests, and his collection was eclectic. In addition to the diamond-encrusted Patek Philippe mechanical watch, there was even professional high-end diving gear. It was the brand, MTUE, and the most expensive limited edition model.
When Stella bought the diving mask, she had searched for it, and this set was worth 980,000. The flood would last for several months, and she didn't know if the natural disasters would repeat themselves, so she took it without hesitation.
In the transparent glass cabinet, there was a five-star golf club. Stella had worked at a golf course during the summer and knew that this club was worth 180,000 dollars.
She emptied the collection room, not even sparing the antique rack, which could be used for firewood in the extreme cold.
In addition, there was a safe in the corner. A safe that could be placed in the collection room, the contents in it were definitely not simple.
The restroom had a kitchen, a large refrigerator, foie gras, Wagyu beef, caviar, black truffles, golden abalone, Iberian ham, 1982 Lafite, steak, salmon, and more. The fridge was not only full but also had its own battery, so all the ingredients were fresh.
Besides thanking the boss, Stella didn't want to say anything else, she stuffed the fridge and all its contents into Arcadia.
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