Nitip Lamaran Ke Satpam Novels & Stories

As soon as those words fell, a man spoke up, “Captain Sun, these are my friends, let them in.” Several people turned around and realized that the speaker was none other than Liam Weaver, the general manager of Apothecary Pharmaceutical. Upon seeing Liam, the security guard, addressed as Captain Sun, immediately said politely, “Mr. Weaver, since they are your friends, please kindly register their information.” According to the regulations of Apothecary Pharmaceutical, any external visitors must be escorted in by internal staff. Each staff member receiving visitors must truthfully register their information for unified management, and even Liam couldn't be exempted from this rule.

Liam nodded and slouched on the couch " Boss, Stuart called, it will be taken care of , we can assume at the moment that she is safe. We just have to wait till we receive the signal that the jammer is off " Liam raised his head to meet Staurt's gaze " Safe ? How do I know that she is safe, Stuart ? When she's with a f*cking sex trafficker !" Liam snapped " And until when do I wait ? Liam straightened his back to lean on the couch , folding his arms across his broad shoulders. Asking his trusted aid with a questioning brow . " Explain it to me, Staurt. If the signal did not come for a year , do I wait for an entire year ?

After we ate, we walked around again to seek employment. 'WANTED HELPER' "Maria, look!" I am happy to point out a large house looking for a helper. We ran to the big door and immediately knocked. We opened the door and the security asked what we needed. "We were going to apply as helpers," I answered. "Do you have Police Clearance and NBI Clearance with you?" Security questions us. "There is." I answered immediately. "Good. Come in, and I'll just call madam," said the security guard.

Her nervous voice cut through the silence, making her even more anxious. “Do you have an appointment? All Damaron appointments wait on the floor below, then at the proper time they are escorted up here.” The young man cast a quick glance around as if he expected to see another person, perhaps security. “I didn’t know that, but you see, I don’t have an appointment.” “Then I’m sorry. The Damarons don’t see anyone without an appointment.” He walked over to the elevator from which she’d just departed and punched the button. “You need to make an appointment through the proper channels.”

"Excuse me? Are you a visitor? You need to come over and register." Although that person swiped a temporary pass, Ethan recently issued a notice to tighten security. Any unfamiliar faces entering the company, even if they have an invitation, must fill out their information to be kept on record.

I’m really impressed…” The atmosphere in the office was warm as Jeremy and Zack showered each other with praises. The box of expensive cigars under the table, specifically, had sweetened the mood. As the men chatted happily, the landline in the office rang. Jeremy put the phone on speaker. “Hello.” “Mr. Laster, it’s the security booth. We have a vice general manager from Beacon Tires here who says he has an appointment with you.” Jeremy remembered the appointment and asked the security guard to let the man in. However, Zack was pressed up against the window and was looking down at the entrance.

I looked between both of them. “What?” “Do you have an appointment?” “No.” They exchanged another look. I sighed. “I'm not an intruder. I'm here to see Liam Salvatore.” One of them politely shook his head. “I'm sorry, ma'am, but you can't go upstairs without an appointment.” I reached into my bag. “See?” I pulled out Liam's card. The guards looked at it. Then at me. Then back at the card. One of them cleared his throat.

"I have to go back to the company. I'm leaving my brother in your hands." Liam Sterling stood at the door, looking at Harper with a mixture of hope and pity. He pulled out his phone. "Let's exchange numbers. If anything happens—literally anything—call me." "Okay," Harper agreed, scanning his QR code. When the notification popped up, Harper raised an eyebrow. Liam had saved her contact name as: "Caretaker #88 - Harper." "Eighty-eight?" Harper asked, pointing at the screen. "Does that mean...?"

"Hey, come over here for a second." "Yes? Is something wrong?" "What's your name?" "Why do you suddenly need my name...?" Mitch slightly checked the manager's expression. The manager scratched his neck nonchalantly. "No. I heard there was a thief at the Palawan Pawnshop in the next neighborhood today." "Ah." "Just asking to be safe. You know we're supposed to check all this at check-in, right? Show me your ID if you have it." "I left my ID at work." Mitch swallowed dryly as he made up a lie.

The officer can see them by the look on her face saying 'isn’t it obvious officer' made him nod his head in response. “Then he should have come back to work as he never misses a single day or even if he did he would have contacted me in one way or the other. As the days after that was the payment day-” “What’s your name again?” officer Yamaga asked “It’s Sato-Sato Nishi” Nishi smiles. “Okay did you visit at his home and make sure like he isn’t at his house or something maybe he went somewhere to meet someone or for some important work o-”