Jim Halpert Name Tag の小説・ストーリー

She clearly heard me. I pause. Lower my voice before continuing. She places a small espresso cup beside the plate, careful now, slower. “Sorry,” I mouth to her. She nods once. No smile. No comment. Head down. My eyes drift to her name tag. Lana Hawthorne. The name tugs at something buried. Old. Soft. I almost miss it. I’ve heard that name before. Somewhere that mattered. Or maybe that’s just my mind playing games again. It’s been doing that lately.

Albert and VP both facepalmed each other inside their minds for that remark. He was the one who drove him to this situation, so he owned it like owning a missing toll gate at a controlled-access highway. “Hello. I am class clown, CC for short.” Everyone just stared at him. It got awkwardly long, so he tried to live up to the nickname VP gave him: he started a joke, “There once was a man from Nantucket—”

‘You wiped the floor with me, Harriet. Harriet chuckled, her gaze flickering between Elias and Lemuel. ‘I do aim for perfection.’ Elias checked his watch. ‘It’s near lights out time.’ ‘Hey, Elias, mind if I get a list of classes?’ Harriet said before Elias could dismiss her. ‘If I’m not on a mission, I’d like to be involved in training every day.’ Lemuel’s eyebrows shot up. ‘That’s quite the enthusiasm, Hasty Harry.’ ‘That’s Lieutenant Colonel Hasty Harry to you, Captain Slowpoke Santana.’

“Can you please name this employee?” Professor Harlan lifts his chin. “Bazine Netal.”

he said. “He’s not even in the news,” I replied. “He prefers anonymity,” he added. “Thank you. I’m sure Mr. Scott himself will be pleased.” I offered a brief smile. “Tell your boss I’d like to meet him. I need to know who I’m partnering with.” As I turned away, Mr. Halter approached—his handshake firm. “You made the right choice with Scott Enterprise,” he said. I nodded. “We’ll see.” His words didn’t reassure me.

Everest also got a frown. “My name is Taggart Kellent. As you all know, I’m the CEO of Excellor. I hope you can spend your entire internship program well and be part of Excellor in the future,” Taggart said in a short formal speech to welcome the interns. He was cold and expressionless. Hence, he was worried, but he stayed calm. Luke watched him from behind the interns. He knew that Taggart was looking for Pearl Rosenthal. Now, he was never going to find her anyway. Pearl should be dead, unfortunately.

However, now he was interested in explaining because he had just thought of something. "Tom, you truly understand me. I think nothing can escape your discerning eyes," Thomas Anderson didn't expect Tom Hulce to suddenly have the mood to tell stories like this, so he couldn't help but flatter him. "Arthur R. HIK has another name." Tom Hulce sat on a corner of the desk, leaned against Thomas Anderson, and casually curled his lips.

“Out!” Hawk, quick on his feet, darted to the door, using it as a shield against the flying book. With a playful grin, he turned back and said, “Junior, one last thing—I forgot to tell you my new name. From now on, I’m Caleb Harlow. You can address me casually, just like you did with Claude, and call me Caleb.”