Novel & Cerita Night Guard Jobs

I don't stop, though, not until I walk the length and breadth of my grounds, surveying to see if anything is out of place. As planned, the guards are also dressed as guests - in sharp-looking suits - styled according to the weapons they carry, big or small. People know Night Eyes and the four others, so they're doing a no-show today, instead, they're watching over my businesses, and of course, instantaneously checking the video monitors to see if anything is out of place.

You have to have a badge to get into the building. The head overnight security guard jumps in his seat as I barrel in through the closed door, not bothering to wait for it to unlock fully. He spins around in his seat and casts me a look of fear upon seeing the displeasure written on my face. It is Jacob’s job to ensure that my employees are safe from the creatures of the night that frequent this place.

, " Night duties?" The guard glared up at her and looked up at the book without responding, "Your night duty is cleaning the kitchen utensils," he closed the book and looked up at her. " That's all of it right?", " You're off duty this night", " Why?", " You're part of the slaves going to the Red Belace party; your duty there is to serve the guests, make the guests comfortable, attend to their needs, and run errands for them. Now you can leave",

It is late in the evening by the time I have perfected the survey and made my priority list for tomorrow. I look at the clock and notice it is nearly eleven o'clock. It’s just me and the nighttime security staff left at the office as I lock up and tell them all goodnight. I take the elevator down and pass the front security guard and tell him goodnight as well. He nods and raises his eyebrow at me. “Just burning the midnight oil or trying to avoid the MRS. because you fucked up?” He asks with a funny grin. “Yeah…something kind of like both,” I mutter. “I’m working on a big project and could be in a tense situation at home.”

He usually did this between 21:30 and 22:30. The security guard always went to sleep after he'd confirmed that Mr. Oko wasn't awake, usually between 23: 00 and 23:15. The servants stayed awake till 01:30 before retiring to bed. The servants stayed up as extra security guards. Amadi and Chibinobim were no problem as Amadi was a deep sleeper and Chibinobim was not at home. "I have packed bottles of milk, diapers and clothes for Solomon," Tina responded.

Rico asked swallowing his lump in his throat. The Boss leaned back, tapping his ash into his glass tray. “We rotate shifts. A Day work, a Car wash, a Food prep and a Stock room. Night shift’s different.” He concluded. “How?” Rico asked. “You get called, you show up. Simple.” Rico felt the weight of those words heavy with implications. “And if I don’t?” He asked. The Boss's eyes hardened. “Then you leave. One way or another.” “I need the work,” Rico said.

I decided to ask her, and she looked at me confusingly, as if what I just asked her was the dumbest question she ever heard, but after realizing that I don’t know a thing, she spoke up. “There are what we call the night guards. Officers and some students who would volunteer take turns in doing these. We just make sure that everybody is already inside their rooms and if we ever find someone who’s still outside after curfew, then that person gets to go to detention the following morning,” she explained slowly, as if she was talking to a child, making me pout because of the way she’s talking to me.

And that's why I offered the girl a job in a nightclub. "A night...nightclub?" She stammered when she heard my words. "Yes, you will be in your college during the day, so you should work at night. From 8:00 pm to 12:00 am. Don't worry, Ahmed would take care of your safety and will drop you home at night," I told her. "But, but, girls working at night isn't respectable in the society. Can't you provide some other job?" Her brother, Daksh asked me.

“I’m not on duty tonight anyway. If I sign you out, no one’s going to question it.” I looked down at the guards again, “You can do that?” “I work for the Capones,” he said simply, “Half my job is moving people around.” I hesitated but the idea of getting out of this house, even for a few hours felt like fresh air in my lungs. “When?” I asked. “Late,” he said, “Starts around midnight.” “Midnight?” “Yeah. People show up around twelve, one… it runs until morning.” I stayed quiet for a moment, staring at the gates.

In the dark room of Sush’s apartment, the red strips displaying the time on her bedside alarm clock showed 3:16 AM when the sound of her ringtone blared through the room, jostling her awake. Phones were never turned off in this profession, especially not if they were chiefs or deputies. They were paid at a laughable wage to work at fixed hours and be reachable at all hours. Swiping to answer the call without checking the caller identification, she hid under the covers with her eyes closed while the caller spoke.