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Description

Audiobook narration, fiction

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM) North American (US Midwest- Chicago, Great Lakes)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
It took very little time for the banks bromides about better housing. To drive someone to unexpected lengths. Thatcher's first intimation of impending tumult came with his arrival in the office the next morning, MS Corsa in the outer room was staring at a letter in some perplexity in itself. This was bad. MS. Corsa did not regard it as one of her duties to be perturbed by the contents of the male. Her job was to separate the urgent from the routine to supply any files or backup material required for an answer. And finally, to nag Mr. Thatcher into taking care of tiresome letters that had been left pending too long. If the correspondents brought bad news, if it called for agonizing decisions, if it made unreasonable demands on the bank. Well, senior vice presidents are paid substantial salaries to cope with that kind of problem. But worse was to come. MS Corsa had raised her eyes and was considering him appraising lee. One finger hovered briefly over the telephone. Then she changed her mind. Perhaps, she said in a very slow and careful voice. Perhaps you had better see this. Mr Thatcher simmering. He stretched out a hand. Thatcher knew perfectly well that there were many things his secretary did not tell him. She did not regard him as a suitable confidant for her gleanings from the bank's grapevine, and who could say she was wrong. But when it came to censoring his correspondence, she was going too far. Thatcher had half formed a denunciation when his peripheral vision stopped him cold. He was not holding the customary typed business communication. He was holding a sheet of paper under which small pieces of newsprint had been pasted to form a message. It was short. A bomb will go off in this building today. At last, he looked up and met Miss Courses, eyes matching her own control. He said gravely, Very interesting.