Novel & Cerita Jim Halpert Name Tag

" I mean, you have to be safe. How are you going to handle everything? You need help." " I will be fine. And one more thing. No more talks about this. Sorry for not asking you earlier on. What is your name?" " Patricia. My name is Patricia. " " Patricia." Helen repeated . " That is an excellent name. As you already know, my name is Helen. Agent Helen of the Federal Bureau of Investigations. " " It was a wonderful time with you."

The following day, I headed to a multimedia company per my schedule to attend a sharing session. A shadow loomed over me as I sat down to reply to some work messages. I looked up to see the young man from yesterday. I noticed a name tag pinned to his shirt—Jeremy Gale was his name. It sounded familiar, yet I couldn't pinpoint where I'd heard it. Once he was sure it was me, he sat beside me and leaned close before I could ask him anything. "I sneaked in here for your sake, angel."

He smiled before moving to the table and sitting on the chair. "You're in my office." My eyes moved to the office name tag sitting pretty on the desk with the words. MR. JARVIS- CEO written in full. I knew it, I felt it, today was not my day.

“Ms. Daugherty, the madam was just talking about you yesterday. Please come in. Master Alden, Miss Melody, and who are these two?” Harold blinked and introduced himself. “I’m Harold Winters.” Following that, George obediently said, “I’m George Winters.”

I say to myself. He walks over to the same table he sat yesterday and signals for me to come. I immediately regret not hiding and walk to meet him and I decide to act like I've never seen him in my life, maybe then it would be easier to believe. “Good afternoon and welcome to Jundas Coffeehouse, what may I help you with?” I ask, trying to be formal as possible, and he smirks at my attitude. “Excuse me…" he replies smiling, “the name is Jim..... Jim Dan, I didn't get yours” he states.

Tom was able to understand quickly. "I am Tom Smith of Records. This is my husband John Smith of Security. We have no one directly recording this event. Our escort is Clark Kent of Security." Laughter moved through the group as they exchanged greetings -everyone took a moment to congratulate Clark on his 'excellent choice' in name- and Tom felt much more calm when they settled back into silence again. "What can we answer for you today?"

"Excuse me, are those name tags alphabetized by company or by speaker?" I looked up from the registration table, Sharpie marker still open in my hand. The man standing in front of me didn't look like the kind of guy who needed a name tag. He was the kind of guy you remembered—clean-cut but kind-faced, with warm-coffee-brown skin and long, wild curls pulled in a half-finished knot. He had on a navy-blue blazer that probably cost more than my rent, but his smile was approachable, almost boyish.

I stepped out of the car and tugged my suit jacket into place as I walked to where the workers gathered. "Where can I find your supervisor?" I inquired, addressing one of the older workers. Before he could respond, a voice rang out. "I'm right here!" I turned my head towards the source of the voice, my attention piqued. A ruggedly handsome man in his late 20s, with a yellow hard hat walked towards me. "I know I've introduced myself before to you at Charlie's party but a second introduction wouldn't hurt anyone, right?" He said with a charming smile on his face. "I'm Henry Thompson, nice to meet you again." He added, holding out his hand.

I nodded my head. "That's good. So, what's your name." He asked. "Hillary Hunter." I replied. "H.H," He said as he thought briefly. "That's the initials of my father." I didn't respond. "He's late." He said soberly. "I'm...sorry." I said remorsefully He stared at me and then slowly his sober face developed a full grown smile. "My father isn't dead. The old bastard is as healthy as a Swine. H.H is not my father's initials but rather is that of my last sex companion. Herringdale Harvey."

' The only ones who had been willing to approach him was those looking for a favor from his father or himself. The chair across from him being pulled out brought him back to reality. "Find anything good?" Halbert asked without bothering to look up from his drink. "Oh I found something good alright." Halbert's eyes snapped open and he looked up at the voice, it wasn't Jared. "You." "Yup just me. I must apologize for everything that happened, I thought you were a fake Prince Halbert, after all so many people try to use your name to claim credit for your glorious deeds."