Read Google Doc Aloud Novels & Stories

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I wonder who could have access to the penthouse without my knowledge. Brrr.. brrr.. the sound of my phone ringing caught my attention. I picked up and listened through the car speakers. “Alpha.. I think we have a problem: the documents have been altered.” “Shit..”

I started off, and they all stared at me, surprised at my words. “What in the world is she talking about?” They whispered amongst each other and I sat back with a smug on my face. “Slyvia please.” I said to her and she passed around the file in her hand. “What!” Ricardo was the first one to read the document and he was beyond shocked. He glanced up at me with his lips parted to say something, but I guess he could not bring himself to admit he was wrong again. “What is that?” The rest of them stared at each other and looked down at the document in their hands.

I continued to eavesdrop, pretending I am scrolling on my phone. Me! This little Joshua is hiding something from me. "Ok. I love you and miss you." Disappointment visible in his voice while his face was forming a frown. Love you? Normal.dotm 0 0 1 892 5087 zernan 42 10 6247 12.256 0 false 18 pt 18 pt 0 0 false false false /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;

I instructed. More silence, then I heard the clicking of a mouse, the sound of Kennedy opening the attachment. A long pause as he presumably started reading through the forty-seven pages of documented evidence of his crimes and misdeeds. "What the fuck is this?" Kennedy finally asked, but his voice had lost all its bravado now. He just sounded scared. Panicked.

I leaned back against the headboard and rubbed my face with both hands, “It’s bad.” Jules slid off the bed without a word and walked to my desk, pulling my chair out like she had done this a hundred times before. Which she had. “Laptop,” she said. I pushed it toward her. The document opened on the screen. Red notes from Raphael’s pen were scribbled across the printed pages beside it. Jules leaned forward, chewing on a chip while she read the sentences slowly. Her lips moved slightly as she sounded out the words. I grabbed my phone and took a photo of the report page. The text scanner app pulled the sentences into digital text, then began reading them through my earbuds.

I ran to the emails in such excitement, finding a lot of them unopened but only one stuck out. I opened it, reading through the message Salvatore wrote. It stated the confidentiality of the documents attached below and that I should go through them with a lawyer if need be but that was unnecessary because all I had to do was just throw on my invisible lawyer gown and I was good to go. With a thumping heart and clammy hands, I clicked on the files, downloading them on my phone. I opened the damn thing, waiting with the second seeming like infinity. The document filled the screen, my eyes moving left and right as they ate up the words before me.

They heard the room. Then Caelan grasped a pen. "Let's ask them to write the rest." --- 9:34 PM — Citywide Broadcast, Final Segment Radio broadcast voices that were not of scholars, but of firm hands. A fisherwoman reading a clause out loud by candlelight. A student reciting a neighbor's explanation. A child enumerating what made them feel secure. Then silence. Then Elira's voice: "You've been listening to the living document. There is no index. No final paragraph. Only the next hand that picks it up."

The room goes silent. Not the ordinary kind of silence. The kind that presses against your lungs until breathing feels like effort. Margaret Lui document lies on the table between us. A single sheet of paper. But it suddenly feels heavier than the entire building. Every board member is staring at it. No one moves. Adrian is the first to speak. “Read it,” he says quietly. Margaret nods once. Her fingers slide the document forward so everyone can see. My eyes drop to the name printed in black ink.

Sir Andrew said with a frown, Aliyah bowed in apology. “Mr Fisher said they were on the last page right?” Aliyah asked, she brought out her laptop, quickly connected it to the projector, where everyone could see, she went to some documents, “These were what you sent to me,” She said and clicked on them, “but suddenly all of the documents were one page longer.” “You are making this all up.” Mr Fisher said, “The document had those dubious clauses already and you sighed them, I set them according to your order, you ordered –”