Behind The Scenes English Translation Novels & Stories

"If you could say a few words." I set my glass down, straightened my jacket, and walked to the front. The room quieted, eyes turning toward me, expectant. I cleared my throat, ready to deliver the standard speech—thank yous, acknowledgments, a nod to the hard work everyone had put in. But as I began, my gaze drifted to the back of the room. And there he was. Winston.

The nurse, with a patience that spoke of routine, gestured for me to observe the images and voice what I saw in my own tongue. Upon seeing a man in motion, I uttered, "He is running." My words seemed to act as a key, confirming my response and prompting the device to unveil more images and clips, each interaction feeding into a rapidly advancing translation process, bridging my language with the cryptic dialect of this unknown realm.

"My native language." At the rear of the plane, Scott Beardsley strained to hear beyond the rumbling engines, but the conversation upfront was inaudible. Scott did not like the way this was going. Not for a moment. He looked down at the monk bound at his feet. He lay perfectly still now, as if in a meditation of acceptance, or perhaps, in silent petition for deliverance.

"I apologize to everyone present here; what we're about to show on the monitor is sensitive and may be uncomfortable for some." The people in the room gasped when they saw the deep scar on her back displayed on the wide-screen television. It was marked with the words "You R MINE," as if she were the lead in a thriller movie. Lily was asked some questions that she answered truthfully like Kenneth's other friends never touched her, but still, they molested her in different ways, like burning her with a cigarette, caressing her private parts, or ordering her to touch herself while they were watching.

Everybody started rushing to and fro, reorganizing things and settling at their desks. Desiree stood up and walked into the hallway to have a clearer look at what was happening. "What the hell are you doing here? Are you trying to get me fired?" the woman she met earlier said to her in panic. "What is happening?" Desiree asked, noticing everybody in their frantic state. "Mr. Rothschild has arrived. So if you love your life, go sit in your spot," the woman said. Narrowing her eyes in confusion, Desiree went back to her seat and sat down with the others here for the interview.

Helen snapped before storming out. Laura stood frozen, her voice trembling as she whispered, “Be – Behind me?” The confusion was too much. Jerry’s fists clenched in response, and the tension in the room was intense.

▬▬▬▬▬●●▬▬▬▬▬ “Good day, Mr. Kale.” “Good day, Armani. To what do I owe the pleasure of your call?” “Nothing at all, sir. I just wanted to inform you of our progress on the project. My teammates and I are done with the blue prints and have forwarded them all to your email. All we need now is your affirmation or. . .” the voice trailed off nervously, “. . .repudiation, sir.”

Enuice wink at Nora ignoring Trevor. T.B.C

Bianca somewhere upstairs after her training session. The function's translation running. The organization's integration beginning. The work ahead named and resourced and moving in the right direction. The ordinary days. Ours.