"What?!" In that moment, Bradley suspected that he had heard incorrectly and was hallucinating. He bent over and stared at the worker. Eyes narrowed, he demanded, "Are you sure? I said I want ST101."
"That’s right, sir." The worker leaned back, slightly afraid. Turning around the book in his hands, he showed Bradley the text. "According to the records, someone with authorization directly searched through the inventory and chose it five minutes before you arrived."
"Sh*t!" Someone had beaten him to it! His face practically green, Bradley slammed his fists on the table. "Who? Who? Where did he go?! He can’t be far…" he demanded, grabbing the worker by his collar. But he quickly realized that he had lost his temper. and quietly slid a thick pouch of money to the worker. "My apologies, I was a little excited. Can you check who it is?"