Security Dan Satpam นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I'm sorry sir, I don't mean to say anything to demean you. It was just safety advice. A We are here to protect you and your family from any sort of danger. Rest assured you and ma'am will be safe.” Van Austin promised. Saul satiated a little after his PI’s apologetic words. “I will install laser security around the house. The computer will record the thumb impression of all the staff and security working in the house. Only after the fingerprint is scanned, they will be allowed an entry. In case there is a breach the laser beams immediately take over and the person will turn to ashes on the spot.” Hendrix showed everything about the new technology on the computer to Saul.

“Any suggestions?” “Increase nighttime security?” Bateman said. “I’m worried about causing a panic, but I thought I’d tell the line managers so they could be more vigilant and strict about safety.” Damien frowned. He didn’t have much pull around here. “I’ll see what I can do about getting some authorities involved,” he countered. Bateman’s face echoed his own worry. “I’m afraid it is time for that, though all I have is the tech’s word. No real proof.” Damien stood. His mind worked over the puzzle.

, Tobi begged. I rushed to the security office next to the gate. Sam, the head security guard, was sitting at his desk intently examining with high focus the records of the security camera on the screen before him. "How did she go out and no one noticed? Do I have a guard or a sleeping bag? Why am I even paying you money!!? To sleep!!" I roared.

“We’ve selected the best. Former police officers, protection specialists. Two for each shift, plus those we already have.” “Double that number,” I order. “I want four per shift.” “Alexander…” Dominic hesitates. “Don’t you think that might be over the top?” I fix him with a serious stare. “She threatened my children with a syringe, Dominic. There’s no such thing as over the top when it comes to their safety.” He nods, understanding. “What about the penthouse?” Barnes asks. “For when they’re discharged?” “I’m on it,” I reply, picking up another set of plans. “Complete security system is being installed. Cameras, motion sensors, bulletproof glass.”

Ross smiled, shaking hands with him. The Sanchez family owned a production company for high tech security electronics such as CCTV, and Ross had requested for the best in order to incorporate it in his hotels to ensure safety for guests and to keep reports. “It's so great to see you man. I haven't seen you in ages.” Mr Sanchez continued, still holding hands with Ross and leading him to go to the table where other few business men were at.

Usually Damian casually strolled in and out of the lobby, even through Adrian’s study, but not this time. “What for? Don’t you all know me?” Adrian asked, pointing to himself. “Excuse me Sir, this is an order,” the security guard who greeted him said. “What orders? Don’t you know who I am? I’m the director’s best friend, and you’ll be in big trouble if you don’t let me in,” Damian challenged. The security guard lowered his head, then looked at Damian again. “Sorry sir, this is an order!” Finally,he gets his id and give it to the security, then the man checked Damian’s identity, also scanned for sharp weapons or not.

His tone shifted. Not business. Not corporate. Personal. “I want every access point monitored. Every movement tracked.” A pause. “No exceptions.” Bryan nodded immediately through the screen. “Already starting.” “Relocate all medical records.” “Done.” “Security rotation?” “In progress.” Dominic kept going. Sharp. Precise. Relentless. “No hospital visits without clearance.” “No independent transport.” “No unsecured communication.” “Dominic—” I started. “No.” His gaze finally locked onto mine.

His hands are shaking. He drops it into my palm. It’s warm from his body heat. "Clear your desk. One hour." I turn to the remaining security team. They look terrified. "Who's second-in-command?" A woman steps forward. Dark hair pulled back tight. Her eyes are alert. "Maria Santos, ma'am." "You're interim head of security. First order: change all executive floor access codes. Second: pull six months of footage. I want the face of every person Richard Sterling met with in this building."

Salvatore walked straight to Mama and kissed her cheek before turning to me. “You good?” he asked. I nodded. “Getting there.” Mama hung up her phone and walked over. “They’re in. John’s bringing his gear, Rob’s pulling together paperwork. We’ll have eyes and protection on every inch of that warehouse.” Mama smiled, already pulling them into the plan. “We need security protocols, intake forms, and someone to help Doc set up the med station.” Salvatore cracked his knuckles. “I’ll take security.” Matteo raised a brow. “Guess that makes me paperwork.”

It looks like a matt black pebble and holds it out to me on his finger, dangling while swinging sinisterly. ‘What is it?’ I just blink at it and don’t move to take it until I know what I am accepting. It looks suspect. ‘The access to the front door and side entrance, we changed out the cards and keypads for these swipe keys to be more secure. Each one is tagged to the user so we know who is coming and going, and we can disable any of them singularly and remotely if one is stolen … Gino’s idea. This is yours; I had it set up last night so you could have it today.’