Jim Halpert Novels & Stories

Ten minutes wouldn’t even be enough for someone to finish a call, would it? “Ha ha ha! What a joke! I’ve seen a lot of douchebags who pretended to be great in front of me, but I’ve never seen anyone as shameless as you!” “Switch the host in ten minutes? Ha ha ha! Do you know who supports my family?” “I’m afraid you might piss in your pants if I tell you!” “Hell, you don’t deserve to know!” Harry and his workers roared in laughter. In their eyes, Harvey was no more than an idiot.

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 told her about June’s obsession with fortune cookies and how we’d once tried to write our own fortunes until we realized we were just insulting each other. It was strange seeing Dr Hall like this—lighter, funnier and not the steady counselor with the very calm tone but a person with quirks and bad jokes. Her laugh was low and warm and it filled the office like a space heater. I liked her way more now. Charlie shifted in my lap, rolled onto his back so I could scratch his belly. “He’s ridiculous,” I said with a small laugh. “He’s my therapy assistant,” she said. “Free of charge. Though he’s better at receiving comfort than giving it.”

Hal stands in the doorway. “That was the worst it’s been,” he says quietly. “This happened before?” “Once,” he admits. “But she’s been spiraling.” “Does she have a therapist?” “Had.” Hal scratches the back of his neck. “The last one quit.” Of course they did. I grab my phone. “Who’re you calling?” Hal asks. “Her manager.” Dave answers on the fourth ring. “Giovanni, buddy, can’t this wait? I’m in meetings.”

We even joked like we used to. But all the while... I was splitting at the seams. She looked up at me at one point, concern in her eyes. “You okay?” she asked. I forced a smile. “Of course.” We talked about memories. We laughed over our children’s tantrums. We toasted to another year. My voice was smooth. My lies even smoother. Then I said it. Casually. Almost too casually. “I saw Jim Halverson today.” Eleanor paused. “He told me he’d visited you recently.”

I'm going to color-code his entire calendar in neon pink, organize his files in reverse alphabetical order, and answer all his executive calls with the most aggressively cheerful, small-town customer service voice humanly possible. The IT Guy: Harold. Oh, dear sweet Harold. I am going to bring Harold a homemade muffin tomorrow morning, sit directly in the middle of the glass-walled breakroom, and laugh at every single one of his terrible jokes until Jerome's jaw snaps from clenching it so hard.

taking another deep breath i slowly release it and walm down the stairs, The guy i now know is named Skyler watch's me as i descend the stairs before coming over to me as i reach the bottom. He holds out his hand and i graciously taking it "I'm Skyler, and might i say you look fucking delicious in those pants" i blush slightly not really knowing what to say other then to say thank you and introduce myself "I'm Harper and uh thanks" i give him a soft smile and walk past Nixon ignoring him completely.

He needed to get that checked up with a therapist. "Never mind then. I can just look at Jim instead," said Hazel with her arms crossed over her chest. She turned her head towards Jim in a flirtatious posture. Jim was completely entertained watching the two of them. It was an enjoyable show, unfortunately, it did not end with romance. However, she better not act too well as there was a child just beside them. Zac took a sip from his champagne before he opened his mouth and said, "He has been dominating the screen for months. He is all over the TV, it's almost insane. Haven't you gotten sick of him yet?"

The meeting started and I took my seat to record the minutes of the meeting. See? I am a fast learner. I observed that Mr. Harrington is very good at his work. He handles everything so well. The main reason why I am here doing this job is to learn skills, to deliver my acting better. The meeting adjourned after one hour and I went back to my desk. Why do I feel exhausted already? Ugh! I scrolled on the tablet to see if there is still a schedule for today. Luckily that meeting was the last appointment of Mr. Harrington for today. I looked at him from my desk. He is still busy doing something on his computer. What a busy man. I wonder if he still has time to date someone.

Carter hadn’t been sure whether he should’ve been relieved or annoyed at how quickly she’d bounced. He finished off his beer and was about to get another when his least favorite person sidled up to him. Jim had somehow managed to tame his hair tonight, but after each drink, it seemed to get bigger and bigger. By the end of the night, Jim would probably look like Albert Einstein after a bender. “Look at him,” said Jim. “I don’t know how he does it. He comes into the room and everyone notices.” Carter didn’t need to ask who “him” was. “Huh,” he grunted.