Security Dan Satpam Novels & Stories

"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."

Today, Damian held the door. She didn’t comment on it. Neither did he. But when his hand pressed briefly, barely perceptibly, against the small of her back as they crossed the lobby threshold, she didn’t pull away. Tomas had swept the building at seven. He’d stationed two men at every entrance and one inside the consultation corridor. On paper, it was as safe as anywhere in the city could be. Elena had spent the car ride reminding herself of that, counting her own steady breaths like a woman testing thin ice.

I whispered. "That's because most security is about appearance, not function." Kim was already pulling tools from her bag. "People see a uniform and a clipboard and they assume authority. We'll be in and out in twenty minutes. Thirty if the safe is complicated." Carter's office was at the end of the hall, corner space with windows overlooking the city. I'd never been inside it, had only seen it through the glass door that one time. Now, standing there with Naomi picking the lock and Kim setting up some kind of jammer for the security cameras, it felt surreal. Like I was in a movie about someone else's life.

Because if Dianne thought she could touch Jana, she hadn't yet understood what lines I would never let her cross. The door had barely stopped rattling from Dianne's exit when I pressed the intercom on my desk. "Have security double the watch around the building," I ordered. "No one enters without clearance, not even if they carry the Pitman name." "Yes, Mister Dankworth," came the prompt reply.

​Later that evening, in the sanctuary of my office, I found her staring at the corporate security report, tracking the movements of her own personnel. ​"I feel like I'm running an internal security service, not a construction project," she confessed, rubbing the tension from her temples. "I've ordered a full physical sweep of the building every night. No phones in the server rooms. All key access codes rotated bi-weekly." ​"Good," I said, handing her a whiskey. "Paranoia is a necessary tool of this trade. We are building the most high-profile target in London. They want us to fail. We give them no data."

Officer 1 stated, about to walk out. “Wait!” Senora Savannah suddenly called out to him. “Yes ma’am?” “I need the CCTV’s on your security room. Stealing is a great offence, but committing that act against your security personnel is even worse.” Senora spat out, in a stern look. “I must find the culprit.” Julian’s eyes wandered to me in anxiety. I gave him a rest assured glance, even though I wasn’t confident.

The moment I walked in they chorused greetings, taking their respective stance as we began our planning. See, I do not have the Bratva like my elder brother, but I have a functional systematic law for my ops, every man knows his weak points and strong areas when it comes to strategies. I divided it into four. Security, arms, Bobby traps and back ups. “Security?” I said out , one of my men brought a laptop which In which he has been using a surveillance camera to watch DeStefano's. Logan is our eyes in security, he lives and breathes in watching people, our very own god-eye.

“Is there a problem with the system?” “No,” Damian says calmly. “The system works perfectly.” “Then we’re finished discussing it.” He doesn’t move. “That car she’s in has two trained security drivers,” he continues. “The building entrance is monitored. Every route is pre-cleared. She’s safer than most heads of state.” “That’s the objective.” “And yet you’re tracking her like a satellite.” I meet his gaze. “You said yourself the threat level increased.” “Yes,” he replies. “But that doesn’t explain the part where you stare at the map every five minutes.”

“And the dome?” “Yeah. I want you to lead the internal fortress perimeter. We’ll split security leadership in threes: one for external operations, one for internal surveillance, one for executive-level movement. I’ll call the single meeting with all five security heads again: Alberto (head of holding room security), Danky (head of road and movement security), Matteo (head of dome security), Mandolos (head of warehouse security), and Señor Cruz (General intelligence head for the Park). Although Señor Cruz isn't still around, he'll be represented by his second again. I also want him to guard the dome closely while we're away.”

“We can guarantee you maximum security.” Another added, “Twenty-four-hour protection. Controlled transport routes. Dedicated security teams.” Sarah gave a small nod. “I do not doubt your ability to protect me,” she said calmly. “But what about our potential clients?” There was silence. She continued. “If I am to be provided with 24/7 security details, what about the distributors moving our goods? What about the small business owners partnering with us? What about the families who walk into our offices?” Her voice strengthened. “How do we succeed in this business if their lives are at danger at every turn?”