Voice Claims Novels & Stories

Fuck she had looked innocent to do that. "This number," The automated customer's service voice reached my ears and my shoulders fell. "is out of service." Well... Shit!

Val having slowly pressed the speaker phone button, and cautiously connected the call into a three-way whilst still looking at attorney Chris expressed a bitter and sour face. She knew she might fuck everything up now, attorney Chris got her real good. Val never thought he would ask her to put the call on speaker after he had displayed such trust for her words. She could only pray that the emergency line would notice that they were now on speaker and wouldn't ask any questions or speak out loud. Since they could hear everything, they should be able to find out right?

It started with a call. A dumb, harmless, midnight “my Wi-Fi’s not working” call because I couldn’t stream my show and my night was falling apart, and all I wanted was to complain to a customer service guy and go to sleep. That was the plan. I didn’t ask for the voice on the other end of the line to sound like straight-up sex. I am not even exaggerating. His voice was deep. Like midnight, dark liquor, private jet deep. Like the kind of voice that belongs to men who don’t just dominate the conversation — they dominate the oxygen in your lungs.

I asked. "Yes I have but," I cut him half way. "Don't rush, have you been making calls too?" I asked. "No I haven't been making calls," He hesitated. I knew he was going to lie about it so I came prepared for anything he had to say. I called back the company and asked for the voice calls of the person and she sent them. She even mentioned that the same person called her to tell her to delete the call records. But she refused. She knew every call was important and she couldn't delete anything.

Alison noticed this and picked up the phone herself. She played the audio, and our voices filled the air. This was us. Our conversation at the bar had been recorded. There was us at the bar. Who the fuck had recorded us. “This could be Voice pitching.” Alison said, “Get out of here; you have nothing else to show as evidence.” “I have no reason to lie to you. That is your voice, and I know you know it isn't voice pitching or anything. She paused, “But if you insist I bring out more evidence, then I'm left with no choice.” She took the phone from Alison and returned it after a few seconds.

the voice asked after I had gone mute for nearly five minutes. I gulped down the spittle that had formed in my mouth from the shock of hearing the voice. "What do you want, Chase?" I asked, my tone laced with so much venom, that even I myself would have bulked in reproach if I had been the one in the other end of the phone call. There was silence on the other end of the line for a few seconds before an awkward chuckle escaped through the speakers of my phone. "You don't sound too happy to hear my voice." he said.

Gerald calls me at noon from the hotel. "The recordings are authentic," he says. "I've had a preliminary review done while I was here — voice analysis on the call quality and metadata verification. The calls are real. The content is exactly what she described." A pause. "Elena, the call about your father's business. The regulatory complaint. It is not a call between Adrian and a third party. The second voice in that call is Victor Hale." I set down my tea.

I looked up at him and nodded, then reached for my phone to type a response. I'm sure. “They'll use your voice against you,” Callum continued, moving further into the room. “They'll question why you're suddenly speaking after years of silence. They'll claim it proves you've been manipulated or that you're not really mute at all.” I typed again, faster this time. Let them question it. I'm done letting them control the narrative about my life. Callum read the message and something shifted in his expression. He nodded slowly. "What are you going to say?" he asked.

I stared at the numbers. It was possible. Difficult, but possible. My phone buzzed on the wooden table, the vibration loud in the quiet room. Unknown Number. I stared at it for a moment, thinking it might be the law firm. "Hello?" I said. "Ms. Vale?" A professional voice came through the line. "This is the representative from the investment group. We noticed a login on your dormant account this morning and wanted to verify the activity." "It was me," I said, my voice calm. "I'm auditing my records."