Jim Halpert Name Tag Novels & Stories

By then, Jonathan was most of the way across the room, Meg and Charlie just behind him. “Gentlemen, may I introduce Mary Margaret Westmoreland,” he said, gesturing in her direction. “How do you do?” Meg asked, giving a nod in their general direction. Jonathan continued with the introductions. “This is Tom Halsey, Charlie’s primary attorney, and these are his assistants.” Tom Halsey was a rather large man with gray hair and a protruding belly. Meg nodded directly at him. “This is David Whicksmith, Clyde Overton, and Stanley Brubaker.” Each of the men made quiet niceties as Meg looked from one to the next. Mr. Whicksmith was rather short with red hair and a kind smile, which made her instantly

I took note of the new flashy car he walked from as he crossed the parking lot toward me. "What did I say about calling me that name? And what's this, a new car?" I asked with a groan, running a hand through my hair. "You didn't say anything about this name to me. Billy boy is your name. Didn't you know? Also, I got tired of the other one, so I got my next favorite car. Don't you like it?" Jim asked me with a mischievous grin. He still had that prankster side to him and I just shook my head with a smirk as we walked toward the front desk to get started on the courses.

MAY Mother of my child? What the fuck! I stared at him so deeply that he might have felt I was digging a hole in his face. He smiled again sheepishly and presented his card. “My name is Harry Weiss, the CEO of HW Group. As you might have guessed already, those are my initials…” Harry introduced. Even from his tone, I could tell that he took a lot of pride in himself. Such humans could be difficult to handle, I could tell. Harry stared at me back, obviously waiting for me to say something.

He asks me and I sigh. “Tell them or I will.” I say and Harry laughs. “Is this a prank?” He smiles and it reaffirms the fact that it is him. That’s my best friend’s smile. It’s the smile that he always gave me when he stole my yoghurt from the fridge. “This guy’s name isn’t Harry, his real name is Jacob.” I say and Jimmy snorts out a laugh. “I think I would have known that...Harry has been working here for the past five years, and I know everything about him.” He says.

I moved my fingers on the name tag as my heart melted. "You like it?" Big Kai asked, drawing me out of my ecstasy. I turned to him. He is leaning on the door frame with his hands in his pockets, staring at me. I showed him the name tag. "My name is here," I said, smiling. He chuckled. "This is your fucking office, shawty. Your name is supposed to be here." I smiled, putting the tag on the desk as I continued staring at the place. He approached me, taking my hands.

And especially this one. It was deep, but not so deep that it didn’t match his face. It was accentless, and flowed without any jarring. She sighed, then blinked, and then reached for the computer keys with a half-embarrassed smile. She’d been gazing up at him for several seconds before she realized that he was waiting patiently for her to acknowledge his greeting. ‘Oh, yes. Can I have your name, please, sir.’ ‘Courtenay,’ Haldane Fox said. ‘Hal Courtenay.’

I lied and she just chuckled. " I want to ask you a few questions. Is that okay? S to the E to the A to the N to the A." " First of all, that was cringe. Second, that spells Seana, my name's S-H-O-N-A," I corrected but she rolled her eyes. " Honestly, your tag says Seana, and I'm pretty sure the receptionist thought it spelt that way, so let's stick with Seana, okay?" She said with a smile, but I frowned.

“It's nice to see everybody here. So this is our team!” “Hi Mr. Martin,” they all replied in chorus. “Call me JC, please . . . short for John Carlos.” “Whatever you wish, sir.” “Not even sir, simply JC. Now let me see if we have everything here to work with. A fax machine is what I need.” While he was checking, an impromptu invitation from Louisa came as a welcome gesture.“Breakfast, JC?” He smiled at her and saw a young secretary, which reminded him of Kate. “Thank you. We had that at the hotel. Can you give me an update, Louisa?”

"Well, is there anything else I can get for you tonight?" "Uh, yeah, a large popcorn with the butter layered and a soda, please," I said, pulling out my wallet. As he filled the popcorn bag and poured my drink, I glanced at his name tag. "Tim," it read. He caught my gaze and smiled. He passed me the popcorn and soda. "Enjoy the show!"

He either doesn’t hear the bite in my voice or ignores it entirely, “Yeah, keeping to himself, tall, really thick glasses with the hair.” he chuckles. I lean in, reading his name tag, he lets out a low chuckle that is laced with pride, Elliott, his partner is staring at us through sleepy eyes, I can’t see his own. “I will remember your name.” “Why? Want to scream it?” Of course. I cross my hands on my chest, his eyes follow the movements and instantly I am grossed out, the only eyes I want to stare at me like this is Hosea.