Santiago turned at the sound of the door opening. When he saw that it admitted the princess herself, he was a bit surprised and jumped up from his seat to give her a deep bow. “Your Royal Highness.” When he rose he clasped his hands neatly in front of him and nodded. “Thank you, my trip was quite comfortable, indeed. The Isles are beautiful. The weather suits me and everyone has been so welcoming.” He passed of these banalities of conversation as if she might be personally complimented by his unoriginal compliments to her homeland.
Before the conversation could go much further, Owen was the next to enter the office. He walked with a quick, purposeful stride as if he were hurrying. He was, in fact, trying to beat Julianna to the office that he might have a private word with the new guard. Owen had intended to reinforce the idea that failure would not be an option. He had staked a bit of his expertise on Barlena for personal reasons and wouldn’t take kindly to being shown as wrong before his wife. In short, Owen had intended to threaten the new guard.
He stopped suddenly realizing Celeste was already in the room. “Oh good you’ve met.” He said while tensely accepting a bow from the Agent. Owen wasn’t into the royal treatment so much.
Owen was of course accompanied by the ever loyal Ruger, who looked Agent Barlena over and sniffed at him suspiciously before following his master to the other side of the desk.
Owen cut right to the chase. “We have intelligence reports for your review, Barlena. As well as details about the security situation at this and our other residences and Celeste’s school. You’ll be expected to file, at minimum, weekly security addendums. You will also attend weekly security briefings. We have already set in place emergency response algorithms that you’ll be expected to memorize which detail how you will address emergency and other situations that may arise. Those algorithms include how to pass information up the chain of command and when to contact myself or the Queen directly. We are, of course, always open to suggestions on how to improve our security apparatus. Once you’ve familiarized yourself with the material, please feel free to have open discussion with me or my wife. Our doors are always open. Note that the algorithms are a rapid response technique and are not in any means the only possible way in which you could respond in an emergency situation. They’re a blueprint. You have your own mind and you may find you need to be creative. By all means. My daughter’s life is in your hands so you better be damn sure you know the algorithms and have a good reason for deviating.”
As Owen rattled off instructions at a rapid and no nonsense pace that harkened back to his military service, he moved around the office in search of the files for their new security guard. With one arm pinned up to his chest in a sling, Owen was left with just the other which made straightening papers out somewhat difficult. The new agent was left simply nodding along.
Owen stopped his gathering of materials to look at Santiago. “Do you follow, Agent?”
Barlena seemed to jump a bit and straighten. “Yes, Your Majesty.”
Owen held out his hand, “Please. Sir is fine.”
“Yessir.”
“We have already suffered an attack here at this residence. Failure will not be tolerated and will be subject to immediate termination. Do you understand?”
“Yessir.”
Before the conversation could go much further, Owen was the next to enter the office. He walked with a quick, purposeful stride as if he were hurrying. He was, in fact, trying to beat Julianna to the office that he might have a private word with the new guard. Owen had intended to reinforce the idea that failure would not be an option. He had staked a bit of his expertise on Barlena for personal reasons and wouldn’t take kindly to being shown as wrong before his wife. In short, Owen had intended to threaten the new guard.
He stopped suddenly realizing Celeste was already in the room. “Oh good you’ve met.” He said while tensely accepting a bow from the Agent. Owen wasn’t into the royal treatment so much.
Owen was of course accompanied by the ever loyal Ruger, who looked Agent Barlena over and sniffed at him suspiciously before following his master to the other side of the desk.
Owen cut right to the chase. “We have intelligence reports for your review, Barlena. As well as details about the security situation at this and our other residences and Celeste’s school. You’ll be expected to file, at minimum, weekly security addendums. You will also attend weekly security briefings. We have already set in place emergency response algorithms that you’ll be expected to memorize which detail how you will address emergency and other situations that may arise. Those algorithms include how to pass information up the chain of command and when to contact myself or the Queen directly. We are, of course, always open to suggestions on how to improve our security apparatus. Once you’ve familiarized yourself with the material, please feel free to have open discussion with me or my wife. Our doors are always open. Note that the algorithms are a rapid response technique and are not in any means the only possible way in which you could respond in an emergency situation. They’re a blueprint. You have your own mind and you may find you need to be creative. By all means. My daughter’s life is in your hands so you better be damn sure you know the algorithms and have a good reason for deviating.”
As Owen rattled off instructions at a rapid and no nonsense pace that harkened back to his military service, he moved around the office in search of the files for their new security guard. With one arm pinned up to his chest in a sling, Owen was left with just the other which made straightening papers out somewhat difficult. The new agent was left simply nodding along.
Owen stopped his gathering of materials to look at Santiago. “Do you follow, Agent?”
Barlena seemed to jump a bit and straighten. “Yes, Your Majesty.”
Owen held out his hand, “Please. Sir is fine.”
“Yessir.”
“We have already suffered an attack here at this residence. Failure will not be tolerated and will be subject to immediate termination. Do you understand?”
“Yessir.”
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