The Black Card System

Chapter Hundred And Twenty Seven

Charles stared at Simon blankly for a few moments, unable to say a word. There was no way he really caught on that easily. He was probably just joking. How could Simon see him at one glance, and decide he was there in disguise?

That was just plain impossible.

“Disguise?” He finally asked, finding the right words.

“Yeah. Just look at you.”

“I don't know what you're talking about.” Charles replied, going back to the grass he was trimming.

“You think you can trick me, eh? You're no lawn mower. Look at the crappy way you're trimming the grass. You think anyone can be a lawn mower because it's a kind of underrated job here? Who are you?” Simon insisted, moving even closer to Charles.

“You keep saying words I don't understand, and you're bothering me. I'm trying to concentrate here.”

“You're someone else. I know it.”

“I'm not anyone else. I'm just Andrews Jacob who's seeking employment.” Charles snapped, accidentally taking out his frustration, and fear on the grasses, and cutting them in