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He’d let his father work his own hours and not worry too much about it.

“That’s great,” Grant said. “Is this something you’ve got a plan on?”

“I’ll go grab my father now and we can talk,” he said, standing up. Zander walked next door and opened his father’s door. He knew his father had been on the phone earlier, which was why the door was shut. “Got a minute? Garrett and Grant are here.”

“Sure,” his father said. “I’ve got some information too, so that helps.”

His father followed him into his office. “Dad, Grant and Garrett Fierce. Gentlemen, my father, Dave Conway.”

“Nice to meet you both,” his father said. “I’ve been gathering information on equipment costs, what is needed, and how long it will take to set up.”

“Which we expect will be passed onto the clients,” Garrett said.

“For the equipment,” Dave said. “Yes. The question that Zander and I have to figure out is how high tech we want to go with it. The servers we will store here should be able to support it all, but then we need someone to install all of that. I know a guy. Someone that does it for the police department.”

“Knowing people is good,” Grant said. “We know a lot too.”

“How many clients do you have now that want it and what are they looking for?” Zander asked. “They might want to contract on their own.”

“Some might, but I think if we offer it here at the building, it will have more appeal,” Garrett said. “I can have Roni get you a list of the clients that are interested in it and their numbers and contact information.”

“That would be great,” he said. “If my father and I get this squared away by the end of this week, I’m thinking we’ll have a server set up the week after.”

“Are you going to have enough room here?” Grant asked, looking around.

“We’ll set it all up in my father’s office. There is plenty of space,” he said. “Might as well start that way. One other thing we are considering adding on is private security for events. We are working that out now too.”

“Interesting,” Garrett asked. “You’re going to hire more staff?”

“I know a lot of officers or retired officers looking to make some money on the side,” his father said. “I’m gathering names and information to have ready when we get there.”

“Sounds like it’s all coming together for you,” Grant said. “We like it when that happens. In more ways than one too.”

Zander held back the snort, barely.

When they were done chatting, he shook hands with them and watched them walk next door to Regan’s office. He should give her a heads up, but she was probably with a client anyway.

“They are interesting,” his father said.

“I told you they were,” he said. “But good for business. Are you sure you want to do this?”

“I’m sure,” his father said. “Don’t worry about figuring out what to pay me just yet.”

He wanted to argue, but at least he knew his father would take payment. “Once we get fees set up and know what is going on, I’ll work the numbers better. Or have Betsy do it. She likes those things. I’ve got to fill her in anyway.”

“She doesn’t know?” his father asked. He’d shut the door when the twins left.

“No,” he said. “I didn’t see the reason to get her excited about something without knowing all the details. But you’re thinking it’s going to work?”

“I do,” his father said. “I looked up what other places are charging monthly. We aren’t going to be monitoring their office nonstop. If alarms go off, it will go right to an on-call service we can vet. We only pay for the calls they get, so it’s not expensive.”

“You’ve done your homework,” he said. “I didn’t know that existed.”

“I know a few people. They will deal with calling those who need it if the alarms are going off. The server will be set up to only let them see what alarm is going off and not other information. Data will be saved here and companies will know they can access data themselves or call us to do it. I think there can be different levels of services we provide.”

“Time to bring Betsy in,” he said. “She’ll be on top of this.” He opened the door. “Can you come in here for a minute?”

“On my way,” Betsy said. “What’s going on? Something new? I know there was something and figured you’d tell me when the time was right.”

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