The Catastrophe Test (British accent)
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
British (General)Transcript
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Kennedy Logan's mother had always told her that actions speak louder than words. So she said nothing and smiled. Three men were sitting on the far side of a large perspex desk, but it wasn't them that put her on edge. She was relaxed with odds of 3 to 1. Nor was it the lack of any attempt they'd made to greet her? She understood some people's need for social convention, but she wasn't some people. The rectangular room had dull gray walls and no pictures or furniture beyond the table and chairs, a solitary strip light on the ceiling buzzed quietly. All normal enough. When she'd walked into the room, she'd heard a click from behind her. It was subtle, but it was enough to suggest that she wouldn't be leaving the same way that she'd entered behind the three seated gentlemen were three other doors and it was those doors that were throwing her off. A hand size screen was fixed on the wall, one beside each door, all the screens were blank as if they had been deactivated. Perhaps it was nothing and all three doors led to the exit. But that seemed unlikely she wouldn't have been concerned if this was a normal meeting, the type of meeting when you're told who else is attending and what you're going to discuss, the kind of meeting that you get to decide whether you want to attend or not. But this meeting was nothing like that. The men were staring at her. She knew first impressions counted, but she would wager that this was far from a first impression if she was right, these men would have spent several months vetting her. They'd know everything about her. Almost everything. They'd probably built a model of her. Not a physical model but a representation of her emotional response and her moral code. They'd have tried to mirror her soul. Well, good luck with that. All of which might explain why none of them had felt the need to say anything to her since she'd entered the room. They were used to her because they've been living with her for months. She walked towards them. There was a solitary chair on her side of the table. They probably thought they weren't giving her any choice on that one. She stopped next to the chair but stayed standing after all. Everything was a choice.