Vanny X Security Guard Novels & Stories

Alpha Vicker said gesturing toward the security guard. My eyes swept over the security guard who opened the gate. He was a lanky man with grizzled hair and he was wearing a brown uniform. On his feet were a pair of black boots. He was staring steadily at me. Alpha Vicker turned to the man and said, "Philip, this is Whitney. I just employed her as one of my staff. She will be working as my maid." "Whitney, nice to meet you. My name is Philip. I am one of the security guards manning the gate," Philip said with a smile as he stretched out his hand toward me for a handshake.

When Vince arrived at the gate, “Who is that Manong?” Vince asked the guard. “Ah it’s Miss Xania sir,” the guard replied to Vince's surprise. He opened the gate door and was surprised to see her. Xania was also surprised and the two stared at each other. “Uhm uhh...” “What are you doing here?” Vince asked seriously. “Ah well—” “Are you here to spy on me again?” Vince added. Xania was shocked. “Hah? Spy on me? What are you Tsong, I'm here to deliver.”

"Don't lose your special key, Grace." The memory disappeared as quickly as it had come. Dani staggered. Julian caught her elbow before she lost her balance. "You remembered something." She nodded, staring at the necklace lying in her hand. "I've seen this before." Before anyone could speak— Three sharp knocks echoed through the front door. Everyone froze. Julian's security team reacted instantly, hands moving to concealed weapons. One guard checked the security monitor beside the entrance. His expression changed. "Mr. Vance..." Julian looked up.

he ran up to me so fast and I roll my eye once I felt is presence. "What can I do for you?"I kept walking and he trail behind me. "Ummmm....." "You totally don't have anything to say can you stop stammering"I roll my eye and walk off. "I just wanted to say Good work"he shouted but I just ignore him. This guy is so funny, do I look like a woman who really need a guy who will s*x her?. "Ma'am"The security guard in charge of the interrogation room saluted and same to the officer in the room and I just wave at them and walk to the guy sitted.

"Now, give me the case, Davina. Give it to me, and perhaps I’ll let you live to see the new order." "No," Davina said, her voice firm and unwavering. At that moment, the doors to the penthouse burst open, and a phalanx of security guards, led by Victor Vane, rushed into the room. "Get her!" Vane commanded, his voice a raspy growl. Davina didn't hesitate. She threw the case toward the glass wall, the heavy material shattering the reinforced glass with a deafening crash. "No!" Genevieve screamed, her face contorting with a sudden, primal fury.

He moves with startling speed, grabbing the first one by the collar and slamming him against the glass door hard enough to make it shudder. The other guard reaches for his radio, but one of Kieran's men intercepts him, twisting his arm behind his back with ease. "Open the door," Vincent’s voice is deadly calm. "Now!" "I... I can't..." The first guard stammers, his face pale and his eyes wide with fear. "Open. The door!" Vincent booms. Tension crackles in the air like electricity. Behind us, the crowd erupts into a bigger frenzy. "He's assaulting security!" someone shrieks.

She knew the layout of this place; she had spent enough time here during the Greg family's various "emergencies." She reached the North Wing and stopped. Two security guards stood at the entrance—men in suits that didn't look like hospital security. They looked like Vance security. "I'm here to see Lily Greg... I mean, Lily Vance," Marie said, her voice steady despite the internal screaming. "Family and authorized personnel only," the guard said, not even looking at her. "I’m her best friend. Check the list. Marie Jameson." The guard checked a tablet. After a tense moment, he nodded. "Go through. But stay out of the way. Mrs. Vance senior is in a mood."

She didn't look at the guards' weapons; she looked straight into the security camera mounted above the gate. "Tell Victoria Vance that Co-CEO Sienna Vance is here," Sienna declared, her voice carrying an absolute, iron authority across the quiet tarmac. "Tell her to open this gate, or I execute an immediate legal freeze on Vanguard Apex's primary accounts in New York." The two guards hesitated, looking between Sienna’s fearless posture and Alexander, who had stepped out beside her like a dark, towering shadow. For ten agonizing seconds, the only sound was the patter of rain against the pavement.

Master Vaise furrowed his eyebrows and said in a deep voice, “I don’t want the Friths, nor do I need them!” “Master Vaise…” As he was speaking, a security guard barged into the room in a panic. Master Vaise pulled a long face, turned around, and said angrily, “Why are you running around recklessly?! Is this how our family’s security is supposed to behave!” The security guard said anxiously, “Master Vaise, there are a few people outside, and one of them is claiming to be Guardian Trade of Eden Joy!” Master Vaise’s expression changed drastically. He waved his hand solemnly and said, “I’m coming now.”

Every layer screamed: We trust no one. I presented my credentials—the highly vetted, digitally immaculate Elias Vance profile. The security guard, a man whose eyes were constantly sweeping the surroundings, ran the badge through a scanner. The delay was imperceptible to a civilian, but to me, it was a moment of agonizing vulnerability. If The Syndicate’s fabrication failed here, the mission was over, and my life was forfeit. “Welcome, Mr. Vance,” the guard said, the moment the light turned green. “Dr. Sharma is expecting you on the fifty-fifth floor.”