The Black Card System Novels & Stories

he turned to leave but I stopped him. “No, I won't tolerate such a foolish mistake. I will never return here, and I demand that the waitress who served me be fired!” I demanded, handing him my limitless platinum, black card to pay for the coffee I had angrily spilled on the table. The manager's eyes widened when he saw the black card. Clearly, he hadn't seen one before, as only ten of these cards exist in the country. “You don't need to pay for the coffee, Sir. Please accept my apologies. I will ensure the waitress is dealt with,” he hurriedly assured me.

Her tone was slightly heavier but it added a bit of a biting cold aura. When the manager saw the black card, he turned pale with fright and said, "Miss Smith, wait a moment. I will go and contact the boss now." The black card that Ellena took out was the limited-edition black card under the Arnoult Group's banner that she obtained from the Arnoult family back then. Although there were only a few people who had this black card, those who had basic knowledge all knew what this black card looked like. Ellena took the black card back and said gently, "Then I'll have to trouble the manager."

Those exclusive black cards came in various tiers of prestige. The gold black card boasted a limit of $15 million, with only a hundred in circulation. The diamond black card extended its limit to $150 million, but only ten existed. And then, there was the obsidian card—the pinnacle of wealth and status. With only one in the entire country, it required a staggering $750 million just to activate. It was unparalleled, a symbol of unparalleled affluence and influence. Possessing any of these cards was akin to holding a ticket proclaiming one's immense wealth and power. Yet, acquiring them wasn't a matter of application; one had to be invited by the bank.

Jamie was stunned, as were others in the lobby who heard the words "Supreme Black Card". Sasha, too, gaped at Felix in disbelief. The Supreme Black Card was a rare status symbol. Only about 30 people in the world possessed it, each with wealth beyond imagination. So, how could Felix possibly be a holder of the Supreme Black Card? That was just absurd! Swallowing hard, Jamie stammered. He knew that even the cardholders of the next tier down, the Diamond Card, would be greeted by the bank manager at the door.

He appeared as composed as ever, maintaining his cool and aloof demeanor. Nina stomped her foot in frustration and returned to her room. "Damn it, Matthew! You're not my brother anymore! Asshole!" He wanted her to accept a woman whose background and status were beneath hers as her sister-in-law, don't even think about it! --- Author's Notes: Centurion Card, colloquially known as the Black Card, is a charge card issued by American Express. It is reserved for the company's wealthiest clients who meet the Black Card. It is reserved for the company's wealthiest clients who meet certain net worth, credit quality, and spending requirements on its gateway card, the Platinum Card.

²⁰ THE BED WAS TURNED UPSIDE DOWN "Check it again! Are you stupid? Or are you plain blind? How did you even get the job if you don't know how to use a black card? That's a black card. Do you even know what it means to have a black card? Or you've never seen one before?!" The kind employee swipes the card back again with a smile, only to get nothing. "I'm sorry, but perhaps, do you have another card?"

I leaned forward elbowing the table and smirked, "I can pay for it, don't be so arrogant." . . "Oh really, then pay for it." She challenged me and raised my eyebrows getting impressed by her witty. . . . I pulled out my wallet and looked into it, only to get black cards. "How much is it?" I asked her placing my black card in front of her. She looked at me in disbelief, her jaw was dropped down as she saw the black card. "Waahh, is this really a black card? A black card which is a type of extremely exclusive credit card that is almost solely reserved for the ultra-wealthy. Typically, the cards are available on an invitation-only basis!" She exclaimed picking up the card as it was a precious d

She happily said. “About the payment, Cash? A check or Card?” She asked me again. “Card.” I sparingly answer. I took my card from my pocket and gave it to her. Both Kayley and Jane Gasped from what they saw. Why? “She has a Black card?” Jane murmured. What’s wrong with having a black card? Anyone can have that. “Hey,” I call them. They recovered from the shock. She accepted the card I presented, swiped it in the machine, and then gave it back to me.

“I have a black card?” Alexander took out a black card from his pocket and extended it to me. I took it, trying to make sure it was real. “Yes. Easy right? But why would you want to quit?” he asked. “Well, who could tell what the future holds?” “True.” He leaned on the table. “You can also use the money from the black card to pay for your tuition.” I blinked at his words. “Of course, if you do so, then you got to pay back the whole intuition fee when you want to quit.”

"Pack this up for me, please." Catelyn knew Maria was taking a jab at her, and her face darkened. She snatched the red card and waved it. "What is this, some knockoff? Is it more prestigious than a black card?" To her surprise, the saleswoman exclaimed, "You have a black card, and you don't know about the red card?" Eleanor's expression changed slightly. "Don't tell me… This is the red card issued jointly by the world's top ten financial institutions?"