Audiobook voiceover style

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Description

This is a 2 minute clip from a recent demo in what I'd term my 'Audiobook' style. I can also do much more 'up' voiceover styles, as well as British character voices.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)

Accents

British (General) British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Peter Berenson, chapter one. Steam rose from the coffee. He noticed how good the China wass milk. He nodded. Small trail of near cream was poured into his coat. Scott Roth wondered One earth he was being treated so well by a lawyer had never met at affirming. Never heard ofthe following the call. He decided he had no reason not to come. No, he was here, though he wish he'd stayed away. Scarecrow in his clothes abilities, he felt his age and then some 40 years, Estonian issue. His eyes drifted over to the endless panes of glass surrounding them, hardly a wall to be seen, even though they're on the seventh floor of a fancy building in a fancy part of London. Other lawyers were visible, working on matters of no doubt, equally confidential nature suits and papers and crystal clear light. He looked at the man, preparing him a drink in the Office of Success. He shouldn't have come, the lawyer said, handing him his coffee sitting on the other side of the desk. It's taken longer to track you down than I'd have liked if I'd have known you're trying to find May, Roth replied. How devout you. Look, I'm sorry I couldn't tell you more on the phone. You mean anything brittle? And that only just met the lawyer in his mid fifties, a scalper smooth as silk Roth, the long term inhabitant of desperate places. Unkempt, where the lawyer was smart, conscious of having gone feral and embarrassed about the fact. Both were for different reasons. Not at their best. At least they recognised in each other and tried hard to accommodate the strain as best they could. Do you remember Teeter Berenson, the lawyer? Arrest Coast? I'm sorry to be the one who tells you this. He died five days ago. Look of dismay past Roth's face. How could d to be dead? A man destined to outlive the next five generations surely go on that Prices grin when he got his wear eye watering costumes, competitors modest until that moment when you realised a fraction too late to save yourself that you are out of your depth dealing with this guy the moment he first seen him during a meeting while Roth was working for someone else. Shortly afterwards, a call on his mobile detour offered him a job right there on the phone. You don't know Interview may both at last. I know all I need already. Berenson had replied that along with a pay rise of 50% was how Scott Roth came to work for detail. A man of wealth, taste, Children and power. How could he be dead? You were fond of him, The lawyer asked. I'm he was good to me. I haven't seen you for years. The smartest man I ever met. That's what happened. His housekeeper found him dead in his study. When she bought in his breakfast. He died during the night at his desk. Still at work alone? Yes. Um, I can't put data. He was a man of secrets. I know about a sideline, but only worked with him for eight months. You're an important part of his business. Not at all. Just a lowly functionary in his team. The lawyer fell silent. Dark circles run around his eyes. From which fella? Gays and men's unhappiness. No traces of family on his desk, no hint of a personality. Yet he was suffering too. So what Thought rough. Such matters were no longer his business. He looked around the room at the wall of boxes running around the edge of the office School on the siders are higher, ugly for bad handwriting. He wondered what lay within. They were part of one case, most of paper that would grow until it filled the glass office, an ecosystem strewn with the debris of the narrow, focused life and the lawyer himself fighting all kinds of deadlines in his mind, his soul lost amongst the papers missing in action. Do you have any idea why you're here? Yes. No, Russ replied. Should I? You don't like answering questions. I don't like getting the kind of call I got from you. Peter Berenson was my friend as well as my client. His death is upsetting, to say the least. I'm sorry to hear that, Roth said with a tone that still said he wouldn't want Earth. Any of this have to do with him. Parents. Unlike you, we got on fine piercing gaze. You travel around the world with him pretty much in his limo on the plane, Ross replied. I went wherever he wanted me to go whenever he wanted me to go by what means he wanted me to take. I travel within visual the time anyway. So what he did, I did where he went, I went. He know he became a very rich man. He was rich 10 years ago. He was vastly richer. When he died, Rough felt like he was being judged without knowing why. Yes, he knew barons and had millions, but they had called him.