Novel & Cerita What You Do Speaks So Loudly

Speak to your senses that thou might establish an eternal connection with thyself. Speak to yourself that when no one is there, thy own words shall console thee. " Speak to your problems... Say "This phase shall pass and I shall be firm throughout this test. " Speak to your achievements... Say "I did it. May it not get into my head and If I will brag and drag about it, may I not have it." Speak to your fears. Say" I am enough. I can do the unimaginable because I believe I can. " Speak to your dead conscience. Say "Let us live by new dictates and let morality guide our path."

I softly spoke. . C.M. LOUDEN

‘Some things can’t be avoided. I retort, ‘Yeah? And some things can!’ “Keya!” Grammy demands. Oh God. He huffs, annoyed, looking from me to her. Then shrugs, giving me a nonchalant look saying. ‘Try it with her.’ The hell? ‘What for?’ I ask. He says sternly, ‘Because actions speak louder than words.’ He’s fuckin nuts! He wants me to try to mindlink her?! I slowly gaze her way. She’s not going to leave me alone until I answer her, sigh...

"Take off your clothes outside and disinfect yourself before you come in." I froze, thinking he was worried about me. The next second, he added, "Natalie's here. If you bring any bacteria inside, she could get sick." My head buzzed again as my voice trembled. "I just buried my mother. Am I unclean because of that?" Josh froze, then sighed. "That's not what I meant. It's just that…Natalie…" He looked conflicted. His tall frame blocked the doorway, as if he wouldn't let me in unless I agreed.

​However, instead of the sound of a calm presentation narration, the room is suddenly gripped by a chilling silence as the speakers emit a sharp distortion. ​The next second, Mike's own voice booms, filling every corner of the ballroom, playing a recording of his private conversation with a highly demeaning tone. "Don't be stupid, they aren't donors. They are just walking ATMs that are too arrogant to realize that their money goes into my private pocket. The more they trust me, the easier it is for me to drain them dry."

Then he reached over and closed my laptop gently. "Look at me," he said. I did. "Tomorrow, you will walk into that boardroom and show them who you truly are. Not my husband. Not someone who got lucky. Just Caelen Ryn, the brilliant marketing analyst who sees things others miss." He cupped my face and said, "Let your work speak for itself. That is how you win." "What if they do not listen?" "They will listen," he said. "Because you are going to make it impossible not to."

I said quietly. No one heard it as the arguments continued. “If this company doesn’t project strength—” “We deserve transparency—” “Enough is enough—” “Stop,” I tried again. Still nothing as the noise swallowed my voice. Frustration surged through me now. “Enough!!!” My voice cracked through the room like thunder. Silence fell instantly. Every head turned toward me. I stepped foward and lifted my chin meeting their eyes one by one. “Can I speak now?”

The silence that followed had a very specific texture to it, the texture of a man rapidly recalculating every decision that had led him to the moment he was currently standing in. He sat down, quietly, without another word leaving his mouth. I let the quiet hold for a beat longer than was comfortable before I spoke again, my voice calm and final. "Here is what I want every single person in this room to understand," I said. "I do not make announcements twice. What I have said today is not a suggestion, it is not up for debate, and it is not something any of you gets to go home and decide you disagree with." I looked across the room slowly.

A Silent Year If you measured a year by words spoken, mine would barely fill a notebook. I went to lectures. I did my homework. I worked my shifts. I smiled when someone held the door and said “thank you” when someone offered help. But I barely spoke unless I had to.

I screamed so loudly I’m sure the whole mansion vibrated from the tone of my voice. People are fucking manipulators and users.