"What's the matter if I can't read?"
The security guard raised his head proudly.
Dirk Carter pointed to a signboard next to the guard booth and said, "I see your hiring notice for security guards requires at least a middle school diploma. How did you get in if you can't read?"
"How the hell does it concern you how I got in? The factory manager is my uncle, okay?"
The security guard said arrogantly.
Dirk Carter nodded and said, "Of course, so why don't you get your uncle out here?"
The security guard burst out laughing.
"I just said, who do you think you are? You think just because you ask, the factory manager will come out?"
The scene mirrored what had happened earlier.
Jocelyn Tate, watching from the car, was getting anxious.
She was ready to get out and help argue.
Just then, Dirk Carter asked again, "Won't call, huh?"
"Won't call!"
The security guard repeated firmly.
Dirk Carter smiled slightly and glanced at Aziel Grant.
