Novel & Cerita Night Guard Jobs

she replied. "Go to bed immediately!" He turned off the light and shut the door behind him. Gia told me in a whispering tone that he was the chief guard on night duty, going around the palace to make sure everything was okay. He did that every night. I couldn't sleep that night, only one thought consumed my mind. My escape! How I was going to do it was still a mystery to me, but one thing was sure, I would escape from this hellhole or die while trying.

It exhausted me to walk towards the hospital while suppressing my drowsiness. Drowsiness couldn’t win over me, especially when I switched to the night shift. I could already see the tall hospital building and the people in the waiting area; the ambulance at the entrance of the ER; and the families crying and handling the paperwork for the morgue. "Yhra, have you shifted?" The guard at the table joked with me as I approached for my time card. "Yes, it’s my first day on the night shift. Suddenly," I replied, then he checked my bag and signaled that it was okay.

That was all that mattered. By the time evening rolled around, it was time for my night shift. My job was to stand guard near his study and the master suite, making sure no one bothered him while he worked late. Usually, he didn't get back to his room until well after midnight, so I figured I’d have several hours of quiet to think. I walked down the dark hallway of the main house, my boots silent on the heavy carpet. I reached the door to his suite and took my position. But when I looked at the gap under the door, I saw light spilling out.

After Jenna arranged everyone's accommodation at the Ink Garden, she signed off a few more purchasing orders for the next day before standing up and walking outside. The ones on duty that night were Hansen and Trevor. Since they were both on duty that day for Vivian, they took a rest in the lounge next to Vivian's bedroom, while the others went to bed. If anything were to happen to Vivian, they would immediately inform everyone to come over and pay their last respects to her. This was the duty of the night watchman. Jenna was indeed tired. She was exhausted and sleepy, and she really wanted to rest early. In the dark night, the starlight was dim.

, he asks. I laugh and say, “you plan on being up all night with me”? “I got time”, he challenges. “Alright”, I told him. “When I was twenty-one and had just got my permit to carry concealed, I was approached by one of my father’s friends for a long-term job requiring my skills and willing to pay handsomely. The job was guarding an eighteen-year-old girl and her newly acquired property while it was undergoing renovations. We were told upfront that once the renovations were complete, that we would still be needed, since the business was a nightclub. So, at first, it was just a really good paying job! We were all introduced to Amory and, since I am the youngest, it was decided that to prevent

“No, little flower,” says Tristan. The smile on his face and twinkle in his eye made my heart skip a beat. “He’s not allowed anywhere near our precious little pups,” he clarifies. “Just the diapers. Dirty diapers, all day long… that’s his new job! We’ll watch him every second.” “But you don’t have time to watch Gene clean diapers,” I say. “Nope, we have a new employee for that,” says Reece. “This guy won’t take his eyes off him. Well, of course he’ll get breaks. When he’s sleeping or needs time off, the guards will watch Gene.”

Oren I checked my watch. Deloris was securing the video loop at precisely eight o’clock. The staff change at Magnolia Woods happened at seven. That meant that the nurse currently on duty was Adelaide’s night nurse until five in the morning. Our surveillance had enlightened us as to much about the staff’s habits. While some of the nurses—who Deloris discovered were rarely actually registered nurses—napped in a nearby chair waiting for alarms or commotion from their patients, others read or stared for hours on end at their cell phones, no doubt heightening their social media status with pictures of kittens and puppies or better yet, political propaganda.

Most patients sleep, and the night shift staff moves with quiet efficiency through their rounds, the soft squeak of rubber-soled shoes against polished floors providing one of the few sounds breaking the stillness. Outside Flora's private room, the security guard Lucas hired—a former military man named Trent—shifts in his chair, fighting the monotony that makes night shifts so dangerous. His eyelids grow heavy despite his best efforts. The coffee from the nurse's station has long since worn off, and the rhythmic beeping of machines from within Flora's room creates an almost hypnotic cadence. His chin dips toward his chest, once, twice, before his head snaps back up, momentarily alert.

After closing the store in the evening, Lucia returned to the cafe. Three guards followed her. When she closed the cafe and was going home, the guards followed her. “Are you going to guard me during the night, too?” she asked. “We won’t come into your flat,” they said. “But we’ll be in your shouting distance.” “What about your sleep?” “Oh, you don’t need to worry about us, ma’am. We are used to working 72 hours straight.”

“And where was he after the party?” “I don’t know,” Nigel said. “I guess at work. He’s a security guard, so he sometimes works weird hours and gets called in on short notice.” Hmmmm, Dallas thought. A security guard. Interesting. “And did you leave your building again that night?” Dallas asked. “No.” Dallas regarded Nigel and finally took it down a notch. “Yes, we have the security footage from your apartment building. We know what time you came home, and that you stayed all night. You weren’t the one.”