The Black Card System

Chapter Hundred And Forty Two

Charles smiled to himself, unable to hide his excitement. It was the kind of opportunity that made everything fall into place.

"Turns out this shelf hasn't been dusted in weeks." He suddenly heard Tyson say, and turned.

Tyson was standing by a shelf of books he had seen the maid cleaning a day ago.

It was obvious he was doing it on purpose.

He opened his mouth to say something about the maid cleaning it, but Tyson suddenly held up a duster.

"Dust it." He ordered, staring at Charles expressionlessly.

Charles gave a little smile, as that was the only way he could refrain his anger from showing on his face.

He walked towards Tyson, and took the duster from him. Very soon, it would be over, and relief would wash over him like a cool shower on a hot summer's day.

Charles began to dust the shelf, and the books on it, waiting patiently for the time to clock seven, so they could leave, and he'd begin his work.

When he was done cleaning the shelf, he ran some more errands, and was final