Security Dan Satpam Novels & Stories

Hotel security tried to intercept him, big mistake. "I want every security log from the last two hours," Damian growled. "Elevators. Side entrances. Loading docks. If it moves, I want it." The concierge stammered something about protocols. Damian didn't flinch. He leaned in. "Do you know who I am?"

When he got to his office, Johnson had a meeting with the guys in the security meeting, and all members of staff, not to allow anyone into the premises without them stating their purpose of visiting, and showing proper identification. And when they’ve done that, all visitors should be thoroughly searched. He called his engineer friend again, and told him to help install a metal detector at the entrance to the office building. He also phoned Mr. Ekpeyoung, and told him to do the same at his sister’s company, he also warned him to be conscious of the safety of himself and his family. ********************************************************** New York City, USA. Danny woke up at 4:30, he went t

Someone can be either sabotaging it or trying to fix it and only creating more problems. It doesn’t matter because I’ll be moving everything to my secure server. When I arrive I make sure to park my car in the underground storage that is reserved for me, Alan, Abigail, and my security team only. I don’t even trust a human guard and had an extensive security system put in along with other security measures. It may seem like a lot but for a company that works for some of the most exclusive business in the country we can’t afford to be targeted.

“Legal, security, PR. I want you both there.” Eva raised a brow. “Me too? Why, because I provide comic relief?” “Because you don’t scare easily,” Luca said. Eva grinned. “Fair.” The conference room smelled faintly of espresso and leather. Screens along one wall displayed live feeds: the gates, the coastline, the relentless press clustered like storm clouds. Luca’s chief of security, Matteo, briefed them first. “We’ve doubled the perimeter patrols and installed counter-drone measures. Nothing gets closer than a kilometer without permission.”

I’d never seen it before. “I’ve amped up the security around this place since you don’t feel safe,” Gabe said conversationally, leaning back on the leather sofa that looked similar to the one in his own penthouse in Barcelona. “You should be fine.” He pointed straight to the camera recording him. “We also have CCTV cameras. The recordings are sent straight to your phone and the head of your security. So now, you can check if anyone has really been in your home while you are out. I think you’re being paranoid,” Gabe ended brusquely. “But better safe than sorry.”

I tried to keep my cool and pretend like I didn't see him but I wanted to kill the bastard. At a point, Sophia noticed he was looking at her so he smiled and she smiled back. I tried my hardest to ignore but I could feel my anger flaring up. I decided to turn away and complete the presentation without any distractions. "In the security sector we offer the best solutions to companies in various fields like Emergency management, Protection of critical infrastructure, Border surveillance and protection, Intelligence systems and Information and communications systems. For this purpose we provide image and audio analysis services, command and control systems, intelligence systems and cyber-securi

Soren gave Kaplan a nod of acknowledgement and motioned for him to take a seat. “We run a tight ship here, Kaplan,” Soren said, his tone firm but not unkind. “We have cameras on every floor, biometric readers controlling access to all areas, and a number of other specialized security measures to keep this facility safe. What we do here is extremely important, and it is absolutely critical that this operation remains both secret and secure.” Kaplan nodded in understanding, his mind already spinning with the implications.

“While I nodded…nearly napping…suddenly, there came a tapping…as of someone gently rapping…rapping at my chamber door.” He certainly knows how to get a room's attention, Leesa thought as she held Rave's hand and listened along with almost everyone else in the place as he introduced himself as Butch Morrison, president of the BPDs. “That rapping is not Snoop Dog or Lil' Wayne, either,” he continued, pausing while a ripple of laughter flowed through the room. “Campus Security has asked me to share a few words with you.” He looked back at his notes and read a few sentences about the unfortunate girl who was killed and the one who was missing, emphasizing the importance of everyone being as safe

“There was something about him that wasn’t right. I, um… I work in security. My company trains and provides security details that are hired out, as well as surveillance equipment, alarms, and whatnot for businesses. So, it’s my job to recognize when something is off, whether by a little or a lot.” Samantha nodded. “That makes sense, why you were so quick to step in. And also why I feel safe and se…” She stopped her sentence with a cough and a sip of coffee. She almost told him that it explained why she felt safe and secure in his presence. He would probably think she was a stage five clinger. “Um, thank you. Again. What about him alarmed you?”

I wanted to say thank you to him for that but he didn't look at me. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Mr. Sarmiento," Ms. Cruz apologized, flushing a little. "But still, we have the same waiting area for mothers and nannies." She looked at me in a way as if to tell me I hadn't actually won yet. I frowned. Did she have a problem with me? "Just make sure of my daughter's safety." Nate stood up. "Security is our priority, Mr. Sarmiento." We didn't stay any longer. I proceeded to the waiting area while the ever busy Nate, the businessman, made his way to his office.