Read Google Doc Aloud Novels & Stories

Smiling brightly at the opportunity to help him and more so, at the trust he’s given me, I click through a few more settings on his digital text, showing him how to use the text to speech function to have the program read the text to him. Opening another program on his laptop, I explain how to use speech recognition to dictate his paper rather than having to type or write it, and adjust the settings so, with one click, he can have the program read back what he’s dictated, highlighting each word as it goes so he can edit mistakes. Finally, I help him set up his laptop’s voice recognition, so he can speak to initiate internet and document searches. The frustration and irritation is completely

But Kael wouldn’t hesitate to hurt anyone who tested his patience. “Why? I’m not angry about the rumors you’ve been spreading while I was away,” said Kael. “Sorry, sir.” They bowed their heads even lower. Kael took a long, deep breath. “All right, I’ll take your silence as a sign that you understand my explanation.” Kael signed the documents in front of him. But he paused at one document that struck him as rather odd. He reread the financial report several times until finally his fingers danced across the table, creating a sound that pierced the oppressive silence.

I'll get it done perfectly! On the first day, he posted a Google Doc link with the title: Counterattack of the self-made man: A shocking scam behind the story of the abandoned wife. The story was told in full from my point of view. It spoke about how I got to know Layla, how I fell in love with her, how everything changed after Howard came back, and how things erupted during the sip-and-see. At the end of the Google Doc, he released an audio clip that had been partially muted. It was the audio clip of Howard and Layla talking about how to scam me out of my house.

My phone on the desk buzzed once, a heavy, dull vibration against the dark wood. I didn't hesitate. I grabbed the device, sliding my thumb across the screen to open the encrypted file transmission from Frankfurt. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped animal. The air in the room grew suddenly thin, dry, and suffocating. The document was titled PRELIMINARY RE-AUDIT: CASE FILE 12-V. I scrolled through the first eight pages, my eyes scanning the technical breakdown. The language was precise, cold, and utterly devoid of corporate spin.

I raised two fingers like a student. She sighed and gave me a look. "Yes?" I walked over to her desk. "I was just curious... Mr. Hart gave us printed documents. Wouldn't it be easier to use a computer like normal people do?" She stared at me as if I were brainless, and she felt sorry for me. "You are new, so I will explain this to you, but I'm doing it only because if you fail, then I will have to do your job, and I don't want to stay overtime. Do you understand?" I nodded, and she rolled her eyes. "The printed copy isn't for you, but for our boss. Mr. Aiden Hart seems to prefer reading important documents on paper rather than on a computer screen. From what I have heard, you are supposed to

“They are messing with me. Don’t worry. I’ll handle this.” I snort and hold my hand out to the side. My beta steps forward and puts an old, discolored document in my hand, with a yellow tab on one page sticking out. “Well, I see your memory is going then.” I look down at the document and flip it to the tabbed page. Folding it back, I slam the document on the table and point to a highlighted paragraph. “Do you need me to read it to you, or can you read it aloud for everyone to hear?”

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--- He adjusted his glasses carefully, unfolding the document with precise, practiced movements. The faint sound of paper shifting seemed louder than it should have been. The room felt too quiet. “Last Will and Testament of Alessandro De Luca,” he began, his voice steady, carrying the weight of legality and finality. “Being of sound mind and body…” I lowered my gaze, my fingers slowly tightening around each other in my lap. This didn’t feel real. None of it did. His voice continued, moving through the document methodically. Minor donations. Charities. Foundations.

Allicia eloquently explained. The man frowned deeply when he heard what she was offering but that did not discourage Allicia, she took out a document and pushed it before the man. "I have made a contract, you can go through it and see other benefits" she said calmly. The man picked the document and flipped through it carefully. His expression changes and flickered and he read through the documents. Allicia only watched him with a smile while her secretary did not even understand what was happening there. After a while, the man's gaze wandered away from the document and he looked at Allicia.

My heart dropped a thousand miles into my stomach. Every head turned to me. “Yes,” I managed, lifting my gaze. Leonard’s eyes were on mine and as if noticing the slight tension in my shoulders. He had noticed. He had noticed everything. “Read the last clause,” he said, calm enough that no one else would sense the undercurrent. I swallowed and opened the document on my laptop. My fingers felt clumsy on the keys. I began reading with forced confidence as I kept my voice steady. I read the clause then explained, and then I answered a question from the legal advisor.