A is for arson
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (South West - Texas)Transcript
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I stood in the foyer, arms crossed over my chest, seething. Something had told me to check on Victoria. And when she didn't answer the door to her rooms, I checked the cameras and seen her sneaking out with Leighton and Joey taking her out of the manor without permission was something I'd expect out of Leighton. But even though Joey had been challenging me on the rules lately, he wasn't the sort to leave without a word. There was only one place Leighton would have gone after returning from a hunt. And when none of the three Stooges answered my calls, I sent Craig and A's to collect them from the warehouse where I participated in underground fights. The sound of voices carried to me and I narrowed my eyes. Craig strolled through into the foyer first, his shoulder slumped as he shook his head in irritation as and Victoria followed close behind him, speaking to each other in heated whispers. A look on Asa's face told me everything I needed to know about their conversation. Leighton took me up the rear covered in blood and grinning like a maniac. Welcome home. I draw drawing their attention to me why don't you go to bed? Princess Victoria's eyes locked on me. Anger flashed across her face before her lips turned up in a mischievous grin. She saunter toward me, throwing one last glance over her shoulder at ass. Yes daddy. She said alluringly placing her palm flat against my chest for a moment before heading off toward her room. Good girl. I said the words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. Her response and quick compliance, short circuit in my brain momentarily. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep anything else from coming out of my mouth and turn my attention to my voice. When I heard the door to her room shut. Leighton waggled his eyebrows at me but surprisingly, remain quiet. Aids's face was red with rage and he looked ready to explode family meeting. I said before a could speak office. Now, I waited a moment allowing them to fall into the office before I followed them inside and slam the door behind us. I crossed the room, pushed my chair to the side and stood behind my desk making a motion for them to see it. You ******* chuckleheads seem to have forgotten a few things since we've been here. We have a job to do and you've gotten all twisted up in knots over the princess. You're undermining the rules at times, actively breaking them. What is this? What is this boys ******* amateur hour? I looked at each one of them individually. As I spoke, Joey and Craig shifted in their seats. Leighton was very interested in his shoes and Ace crossed his arms over his chest and met my gaze. He looked less furtive than the others, but his expression had become more apologetic. We don't have the details and the scope of the situation. We have more questions than answers and yet for a set of pretty brown eyes, each of you seems to have drawn a ******* line in the sand and decided which sides you're already on were supposed to be on no one side. But ours, Joey and Craig are competing for Best Friend of the Day Awards. Leighton. We're used to you thinking with your ****, but you're pushing lines that, you know, don't need to be pushed and you, I paused turning my attention on Ace. You're walking around here acting like everyone is against you. You have a rough past, fine name one of us in here who doesn't.