North American English narration sample for audiobook, suspense
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North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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Chapter Four Washington D. C. Sunday the sixth of May 8:45 p.m. Eastern daylight time. President Chandler's eyes were still locked on the rain falling soundlessly outside the bulletproof windows. His odd little smile faded slowly. He'd been sitting in the big chair for 39 months and 16 days and he still couldn't believe he was here in the few quiet moments that the job afforded him. The surreal quality of the entire situation filtered back to the surface of his mind, leaving him with the disjointed feeling disconnected like the strangely silent rain. He sighed and for a brief second entertained the notion of opening one of the french doors that lead to the columned walkway. That way at least he'd be able to hear the occasional spatters of rain on the flagstones. Mr President. The voice belonged to the White House Chief of Staff veronica Doyle. The President snapped his mind back to attention and swung his chair around. Yes, they're ready for you, sir. Good, the President said. He rubbed his eyes and blinked several times. Where's the ambassador in a holding pattern in the west wing lobby? The President nodded. Show our people in. We'll give them a minute to get settled before we call for the ambassador. Doyle nodded to the Secret Service agent standing by the door to the office of the President's Secretary. The agent opened the door and the team for the china meeting began to filter into the oval office. The President beckoned them into the room and waved them toward the rectangle of couches and chairs at the end of the room opposite his desk. Have a seat in the bullpen. Make yourselves comfortable. I'll be with you in a couple of seconds. He turned back to his Chief of staff. What else have we got tonight? The Chief of Staff flipped open the lid of her palm top computer and scanned the small L. C. D. Screen at 9 30. You've got a phone conference with the assistant Secretary of state for eastern european affairs. The Russians are asking for increased wheat subsidies. Assistant secretary churn Jack thinks it's a bad idea but she wants your permission before she shuts the door on this one. You also promised the Vice President you would sit down with him and look at his numbers on the handgun bill. The President nodded. Move the Vice president up to 9 30 bump Assistant Secretary Chechnya to tomorrow morning. The Russian thing isn't gonna self destruct anytime soon and I'd much rather hit it when my brain is fresh, dwell nodded and made rapid notes on the input screen of her palm. Top. Good idea. Mr President. I'm starting to fade myself, sir. Her appearance belied her words. Her short black hair was flawlessly styled, her turquoise silk business suit was immaculate and if there was any fatigue behind her flint gray eyes it certainly wasn't visible to mere mortals. The President stood up. All right, send for the ambassador. Let's get this over with