A black card?

“Excuse me, I am here to get a phone” Harrison sneered, feeling irritated.

“A phone? Does this place look like a joke to you? What can you afford here?” the agent replied.

“He can't even buy the trash can, yet he is saying nonsense?” the other agent spoke.

“I am here to buy a phone. Is this how you attend to customers?” Harrison was stunned by their sudden disgust at him.

They didn't try to understand if he could afford one or try to give him a chance. They just branded him as someone who couldn't afford a thing in the shop?

“Where is the customer? Who I see here is a beggar. Isn't that dollar bill okay for you? How about two or three?” the man grinned, flashing off his teeth.

“Send him out of this place. You shouldn't waste your money on someone like him. Don't worry, he will come begging. He looks like he hasn't eaten for days” the other said.

“How much is your salary?” Harrison asked.

“Ten thousand dollars. Isn't it quite big enough to sustain your life and give you a better livin