Special Services

Page 52… in a fiction series

Miranda sat alone in Tiller’s office waiting for their meeting to begin, and more importantly, to find out whether she got the job.  Rita brought her a cup of strong coffee and said her boss was on his way.    Miranda scanned the room, settling once again on the photos hanging behind the desk.  She wondered how Tiller was able to avoid the prying eyes of the worldwide web.   All her internet searches came up blank. 

Although the pictures were taken years ago, Tiller looked the same– black male, 6’4″, muscular build, and impossibly handsome.  There was a photo of Tiller stationed near the President as he threw out the first pitch.   Another showed the President jogging in the rain, flanked by his security detail.   Next to that,  a picture of the President and Billy Graham during an off-camera moment on the National Day of Prayer.  (Miranda made a note–  the President prays.)  There was even a candid shot with the Queen, Emerson James Tiller looking on.   He was the only one not smiling. 

As Miranda leaned forward to get a better look, a voice interrupted her thoughts.  “I was Secret Service Protective Detail for four years.”  Tiller walked past her, freshly polished shoes clicking with purpose across the hardwood floor.  Rita brought a mug of coffee, a refill for Miranda and took Tiller’s wool topcoat without saying a word.  Miranda stood up to meet his handshake.

 ”But before we get into all that, I see that Rita gave you some papers to review.” 

Miranda opened the folder. She had forgotten all about it. 

“We need to go through them together.”  Rita returned with a stack of newspapers and files, placed them on the credenza behind his desk, then left, closing the door behind her.

“Page one,” said Tiller, “is a standard confidentiality agreement.  It restricts you from the use and dissemination of company owned confidential information, which means that everything you see and hear from this point forward is between us.”

Tiller continued.  “A brief description of the organization is on page two, and an outline of the position I’m prepared to offer you follows.”

Miranda read as fast as she could, trying not to miss a single detail.  Line by line she learned that Tiller’s organization was called, Special Services (Special Services?  That’s it?) 

The description read, in part, “… conducts advance work and threat assessment, pinpointing vulnerabilities at locations with potential infrastructure and security breaches.  Special Services determines, designs, and installs appropriate technologies and countermeasures to ensure maximum event protection, then assesses our own performance to improve operations in the future.   This service applies to the protectee and the event’s general population.”

“So if you’re a rock star performing at the IX Center, Ms. Stowe, we can secure the facility, protect you and your people during the show, and prevent any incident before it occurs.   We protect celebrities, professional athletes, and national dignitaries, to name a few.” 

Tiller scribbled something on a legal pad and turned it around on his desk for her to see.  It was a dollar figure.  “You’ll learn more as we go along.  And according to my research, you’re qualified for the job.  Are you interested?”

Miranda knew it was important not to react, but to remain calm and professional.   On the inside, she was high five-ing herself and doing backflips in the parking lot.  But on the outside, she put on her best poker face.  Tiller added, “That’s before commissions and bonuses.”

While Miranda knew she just caught the brass ring of a lifetime, she thought about Janet, then calming replied, “Thank you sir, I accept.”

“I look forward to having you on board, Ms. Stowe.”

“I’m looking forward to it as well.  And please call me Miranda.”

“In that case, you can call me Tiller.”  He stood up, shook her hand, and almost smiled.

 1 Sing to the LORD a new song;
sing to the LORD, all the earth.
2 Sing to the LORD, praise his name;
proclaim his salvation day after day.
3 Declare his glory among the nations,
his marvelous deeds among all peoples.

Psalm 96:1-3 (NIV)

To be continued…

*This story is based on some true events, however, has been fictionalized and all persons appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. 

 

 

 

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14 Responses to Special Services

  1. Jan says:

    Wow! Sounds too good to be true! Is it?

    • Linda says:

      Real not imaginary (only not as highly classified). One of the projects, however, did include assembling a team of retired engineers to decommission a government nuclear research facility. It was a great job… the brass ring for Miranda. : )

  2. ann says:

    Thanks for sharing, Linda

    My detective hat didn’t show me this far. lol

    Good on Miranda! Nice work :-) Now, we wait again as we ‘sing unto the Lord’!

    Blessings
    ann

    • Linda says:

      She’s singing… quietly, sweetly, mostly inside her head since she doesn’t know very many of “those songs” yet. But the gratitude is real, as you can imagine.

      My mom deciphered this page right away since she got the first phone call when it happened. It took awhile for Miranda to really trust God, but this was one heck of a start! : )

  3. Larry Who says:

    “…While Miranda knew she just caught the brass ring of a lifetime…”

    I love how the Lord leads each of us in our own individual paths. Miranda lands the brass ring of a lifetime and things could be picking up for her…maybe. Whereas in another believer’s life, such as mine, it may be one minimum wage job after another, barely surviving each month. And yet, the grace of God is at work in all of us.

    Okay, I’m ready. Let’s turn the page.

    • Linda says:

      It’s true. Sometimes money can bring blessed security or wretched excess. WRETCHED excess. And it sure as heck can’t buy Godly wisdom.

  4. .endtransmission. says:

    Tiller sounds like such an interesting character. I’m hoping there’s more than meets the eye with this one. Well done, Linda.

  5. Theresa says:

    What a coincidence! I had read this post before bu scrolled past the Bible reference…LOL

    I can’t imagine how much it must of meant to Miranda to get that job! :)

    • Linda says:

      I would re-live every day at work with Tiller if I could. I can’t admit what my other job options were on short notice, but they weren’t right for a future woman of God. And He knew it. : )

  6. Debbie says:

    Singing with Miranda! :) You have me thanking Him for always knowing what is best, be it a good job or no job. God bless you as you keep us reading, reading , reading! love and prayers!

    • Linda says:

      Thanks, Debbie. Looking back, I’m still humbled by all He did– and still does– for me, a sinner and then some. I really started to believe that He had a good plan for me. Still a sinner, still greatful. ; )

  7. Tara says:

    I am so glad the job was offered to her! Now what twist are you going to lead us into? I hope this is the “brass ring of a lifetime” we all dream about!

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