DeWayne Coffey was pissed. “Who let that sonofabitch in here?” His voice trembled with anger. “Call a meeting, right now! I want to speak to all security.”
“Right now?” The head of security, a fifty-year-old man, named Sean, stared at DeWayne, his eyes wide. “How am I supposed to do that? The guys are scattered.”
“I don’t give a rat’s ass how scattered they are. What do you have walkies for? Get ‘em here and meet me in the hall. And I mean in the next five minutes. I’ll take care of the others later.”
DeWayne paced back and forth, checking his watch. Two minutes had passed. His anger rose a notch. He continued to pace, letting the anger take control. He needed to be angry. If he weren’t, they
would never take him seriously again. And this was a serious matter. These guys needed to understand. If they couldn’t understand, then out the door they would go.
Five minutes later, six men of the security detail stood before DeWayne. Even though DeWayne overshadowed all of them, they weren’t afraid of him. The crew nicknamed him The Gentle
Giant long ago. They didn’t think he knew, but he did. DeWayne needed that to change. And change right now.
He whirled on them. “Who let that sonofabitch in here?”
They stood wide-eyed, shocked at his outburst. None of them spoke. One of the younger men looked at the ground, his face red.
“Someone better answer me. In case you don’t understand, all of your jobs are on the line.”
“He said he was family.”
DeWayne stared at the youngest member of the security detail. He couldn’t have been more than eighteen.
“He said he was family, you say?”
“You took his word for it?”
“No, sir. I made him show me his ID.”
“Ah, so that made it alright for him to waltz right into the dressing room. He showed his ID.” DeWayne stepped forward, his nose inches from the kids. “Do you NOT understand?” he roared.
“I. . . .” the kid stammered.
“Besides checking this certain family member’s ID, did you check to see if Rob wanted to see this family member?”
“No, sir, I. . . .”
“Well, guess what? Rob did not want to see this family member. So, now what do I do?”
“I don’t know, sir.”
“You don’t know? Well, let me tell you the decision I have to make because you fucked up. Do I let you go and be short a man? Do I fire you without a good reference? Do I care if you would be able
to get another security detail as cherry as this one?” DeWayne answered his own question. “Probably not.”
“I’m very sorry, sir.” The kid shuddered in his shoes. He hung his head. His face was red with shame.
“I’m sorrier than you are, believe me. What’s your name, kid?”
“J . . . Justin,” he stuttered.
“What should I do with you, Justin?”
“I . . . I don’t know, sir.”
“Do you like this job, Justin?”
“Yes, sir, very much.”
“Would you like to keep this job, Justin?”
“Yes, sir, I would.”
“How much would you like to keep this job, Justin?”
“I don’t understand, sir.”
“You don’t understand? Well, understand this. And this goes for the rest of you.” He narrowed his eyes and glared at each of them. “Things will change around here as of right now. You guys just
lost yourselves a Gentle Giant.”
DeWayne grinned inside at their reaction. “You didn’t think I knew, did you? I did. But that’s not the issue. You guys need to understand how serious this is. If someone got into Mr. Starr’s
dressing room without our knowledge, all hell would break loose. It could cost Mr. Starr a lot. Maybe his life. A deranged fan would rip him to pieces.
“From now on, all of you are to keep in touch with each other. I want walkie checks every hour. I want to know where everyone is at all times. Sean, I’m leaving that in your capable hands.
“Justin, I’m letting you keep your job.”
The kid deflated with relief.
“But,” DeWayne held up a finger. “You’ll be getting a week off without pay. Understood?”
“Thank you, sir. I’m sorry, sir.”
“I don’t want to hear you’re sorry, Justin. Never, never let this happen again. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” Justin said.
DeWayne let his eyes travel to all of them. “Do you all understand?”
“Yes, sir,” the voices mumbled.
“I can’t hear you!”
“Yes, sir!” they shouted.
“Good, I want to thank you all for your service, gentlemen. Just remember, you’ll be walking on eggshells from now on. You’re excused. Get back to work.”
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