Comedic Mystery Audiobook
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Language
EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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Okay, get it together. Kate. You're a professional. At least this is what I keep telling myself. As Tracy, Teresa and I are huddled around the reception desk waiting for the police to arrive. I haven't told the other staff yet. What has happened? I just told them we were having a fire in safety drill and a bunch of emergency personnel were coming. So we need to keep the hallways clear and encourage the guests to stay put for an hour or so. So far, I think everyone is bonded. We don't know for sure that anyone was murdered. Theresa's English isn't very good, and she has been known to exaggerate from time to time. Maybe Samantha was just wearing a weird looking scarf. I just don't want to alarm anyone. I mean, there could be one or two detectives come, and that's it. No need to get everyone panicked about that, though. If swat show up, I honestly think I will pass out. The first thing I did when I got back behind the reception desk was have a good, long inhale on my puffer. Then I started organizing. I put the pens back into their proper compartments based on color coding. I straightened the calculator in reservation book, so they were exactly parallel to the desks edge. I went over to the table where I keep the guests, sign in book with the little Candies and made sure everything was perfect There, too. With every straight line and tidy surface, I could feel my breathing come back to normal. I need to stay positive. I can't freak out. I have to be the leader here, right? Positive thoughts, positive thoughts like, um oh, maybe a nicer colleague of Samantha's will come to collect her things, see the fabulous in and write a five star review. No, on second thought, it might be a little too soon to have positive thoughts. It's better just to clear my mind. Tracy squeezes my hand, and I offer her a small smile of thanks, Suzanne said the police would be here in a few minutes, and I keep darting my eyes around the parking lot to see their car. When it pulls up, my eyes widen when I notice a blue sedan pullin and I run my hand through my hair. Oh ****, I say and grab for my puffer again. are they here? Tracy asks. Worse, I say the Tracy, who stands on her tippy toes to peer out the window. It's my mother. My mother is honestly the last thing I need right now. I would take a bulldozer coming through the front door over my mother. At this exact moment. For one, my mother is capable of more damage, and at least the insurance would cover the bulldozer.