Romans & histoires Jim Halpert Name Tag

I decided to stick to associations, so I could match some facts about those people… in the stupider way the better. “Ginger-hair Elliot Walton, purchasing department… He reminds me of a squirrel gathering nuts… I would call him Mr. Squirrel. Then we have… Harvey Brown, Nolan Fortin's deputy, sniper… He looks unpleasant… sneaky… a sneaky-sniper… I will call him Mr. Sneaky-Lizard!” I used my imagination to the fullest.

He smiled embarrassed. "I..." He tried to search for an better explanation in his head. "Since you know me may I know what is your name?" He cut him off. "Harvey, Robert Harvey." He extended his hand for a handshake. Athena hesitated but then she accepted his gesture. "Which is which Harvey or Robert Harvey?" She wanted to laugh. "It's Robert Harvey. You can call be Rob." He smiled.

I know I was being silly, because it's too early for that. Reaching out for my hair, I tried dressing it just like the way Nate did yesterday. The result wasn't as beautiful as hers though. My name tag laid on the bed, and I stared at with admiration, like it was golden. It read 'PERSONAL ASSISTANT TO DANIEL BRADFORD, KHLOE JACOB'. Just tell me, who won't be grateful for this? My necklace was still fitted on my neck, so, all I had to do, was dress up, and place my tag on my suit, which I did within minutes.

He asked and seriously, I had expected him to say ice cream, not chocolates. “Sure. After the game, I will.” “Pinky promise.” He stopped walking, popping out his stubby pinky finger. “Promise.” I crossed mine with his. “Have you two met before?” Mr. Harvey, a senator and a member of the COOPER CORP.board, was passing by. “Yes. Not too long ago,” I responded. “What is your name?” He asked Nathan. “I'm Nathan.” Nathan chirruped. “That's short for Nathaniel.” Mr. Harvey nodded smilingly. “He's a charming boy…and come to think of it, there's a striking semblance between you two.” He added, much to my surprise.

“No.” Harley gets up and helps Jack to his feet. Jack could feel a pair of eyes staring at him from above. He looked up. A person ducks down. Jack couldn't see who it was. They ran back inside the door and slammed it. Then her friend came down the stairs. Harley turned to face Jack. “So, you're the new guy?” “Yes, my name is Jack Napier.” He said with a smile. “My name is Harleen Quinn but my friends call me Harley”

Jane knocked twice on the door. “May I come in?” Halton glanced up from his laptop and lifted a bright smile, acknowledging the person. “Jane, come in.” He said. “How’s everything going?” He inquired. That’s how he was. From time to time, he forgot he is the VP and acted like he was one of them. Asking them about their day, helping with their work and being an overall amicable human being. Jane tried to replicate his cheerfulness by smiling back but failed as she hesitantly stepped inside with clumsy legs, almost tripping over the threshold of his office.

Thus, he did not panic when he saw Serenity now. He felt like he could finally live out in the open. “Mr. York and Ms. Hunt. Jim took the initiative to greet them. Serenity returned his smile and asked, “What is your name, mister? I forgot to ask for your name card that day.” Jim darted a glance at Zachary and saw his boss’s expression remained unchanged before he boldly replied, “My name is Jim.”

A police cruiser pulled up behind him, siren whooping once to get his attention. Jake's heart skipped a beat. He pulled over to the shoulder, hands gripping the wheel tight. 'What did I do?' he wondered, glancing at the cop car. The officer stepped out, a big guy in his late 30s, broad shoulders filling out his uniform shirt. His name tag read 'Officer Hale.' He had a stern face, short dark hair, and a jaw that looked like it could crack nuts. Hale shone his flashlight into Jake's car, making him squint.

“I believe you’re familiar with Jim Halvorsen, Mr. President. A man with an outstanding track record. Efficient. Precise. Lethal.” Jim walked in with that smug, snake-like grin, that glint in his eyes that said I know exactly what you are. He stopped in front of me, extended his hand. “Well, well. President Devon James.” His voice was syrupy, mocking. “Looks like fate has quite the sense of humour. Seems we’ll be working together after all.” That damn smirk widened. “I dare say, we’ll make a great team in eradicating these… mutts from our streets.”

I say. Harold nods in understanding. "Well, I know that we've been talking about serious matters, but I think for now that is all that need be discussed. Though I do have one last question," he leans over his desk and looks at me with what I think is humor, "may I know your name?" I laugh. Harold is a very funny man. "Yes, you may know my name. My name is Cayce Vance, though Grid calls me Cace," I say. Harold laughs back.