Security Dan Satpam Novels & Stories

, 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.”

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.

Kael turned to face me. "The criminal accusations resume if Damien is able to persuade you to violate the terms of your marriage. You would be taken into custody in a day." I took a seat on the bed. "So what does this mean?" It indicates that security has to be tightened. No more texts from unknown numbers getting through. No more unvetted contact. No more—" He paused. "No more gaps in surveillance." "Surveillance?" "Agent Chen is installing additional security measures. Cameras in common areas. Monitoring on all devices. Security screening for any mail or deliveries." His voice was calm. Clinical. "It's necessary."

"The Collier Street one. What is the security situation there now?" "Full perimeter system as of this week," Dante said. "Cameras on every entrance. Motion sensors on the floors. The security firm checks in every six hours." "He is going to go there," I said. "I do not know why. I just feel it. That building was the beginning of everything for him. The first office. The first real money." I looked at Dante. "When people have nothing left they go back to where they started." "You think he is going to try to get into the building," Dante said.

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.’

"That's what's so frustrating. We can't think of anyone who would want to hurt us like this." "Us?" I repeated with raised brows. "The garage and my tattoo shop," she clarified. "Though the shop hasn't been affected yet." Yet. The word hung in the air between us. "Tomorrow, I'm having a security team install secret cameras throughout both businesses," I said, my decision made. “ Only my security team will have access to them because it looks like your security system is compromised already.” He pointed out. "You don't have to do that," she began. "I do," I said firmly. "I can't have you working in an unsafe environment, Katy."