Jim Halpert Novels & Stories

I was about to say but he cut me off. "Yeah, lan Somerhalder, I get that a lot." he huffed running a hand through his hair trying to look hot I assume. Mavis scoffed. 'She was probably going to say Ryan you idiot." Mavis laughed. "Actually, I was going to say Channing Tatum." I said. "Really?" Daryl asked with a smile looking a bit surprised. "No, more like Sheldon from the Big Bang Theory." I laughed seeing the disappointment in his face.

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.

The next morning, as soon as the sun rose, Jim felt someone nudging him. He opened his eyes, frowning. Harvey, dressed in a trench coat like an actual detective, was hovering before him, staring at his father with his hands on his hips. "Did you spend the night here, Mr. Jim?" Jim nodded. "What's wrong with that?" "You poor soul." Harvey propped his face on his hand and shot Jim a teasing glance. "You'll have to work harder than this if you want to win your wife's heart back, Mr. Jim!"

Sure enough, scamps who had been left to roam outside were uneducated. “Grandpa, is this meeting going to happen or not? If it’s not happening, I’m going back to rest first. I took an overnight plane back here and I’m still suffering from jetlag,” Jim spoke abruptly, looking as if he had absolutely no inclination to participate in this meeting.

The staff member's voice was amplified through a sound system worth millions of dollars. "Tonight, Mr. Harvey will wash a garbage truck for Luna, live! Everyone, please give him a round of applause!" After saying this, the staff member raised his hand and wiped his forehead. He had no choice. The Snapps were a long-established and wealthy family in Capitol, and he couldn't afford to offend the Fishers either. He could only hope that if Harvey was mad, he'd take it out on Theodore instead of making things difficult for a mere employee like him.

Jim thought he'd like to give it a try himself. He was pulled from contemplating Renee's ab-cunt by the entrance of Mr Harvitz. He slouched through the door as usual, the bottom crescent of his gut visible from under the edge of his greasy polo shirt. He was grinning, which didn't bode well. Then Skye came in behind him. A collective gasp came from the boys.

The other staff members smiled and applauded his explanation, but my next question brought it all to an abrupt end. “Is that all you guys do here at Harrington? celebrate parties? If so, pray to tell, don’t you think there should be at least the decency of informing the person before doing that?” “What?” Almost all the staff members replied at once. Mr. Elliot had a confused look on his face while beside Olivia, who said, 'I told you so'. Mr. Tom, the IT chief, was the oldest in the building. He seemed like he could not contain his disgust anymore. He went on to address me immediately.

Of course, it was just a joke, but if these rumours continued to spread, only two people would suffer the consequences. One was Tom Hulce, and the other, of course, was him. "There's no one; you do it!" Tom Hulce calmly spoke, his voice like a cold winter breeze, indifferent and icy, hitting Thomas Anderson in the face, even more uncomfortable than the "spring rain" just now. "My esteemed CEO, let's clarify things a bit..." Thomas Anderson took a deep breath, his fingers gripping the edge of the desk tightly. "I am currently a manager, a driver, a sandbag, and even a servant bringing you meals twice a day. How much more do you want to oppress me? Even an irritated rabbit can jump over a wall

However, he didn't care at all. James let out a long breath. His gaze was fixed on the luxuriously dressed man appearing on the screen. His eyes slowly narrowed as time passed. "I... seem to have met that man." Jeremy and James turned their heads. "That guy is like..." James scratched his hair even though it wasn't itchy. "...like someone who-" "Cut the crap, James," Jeremy snapped, "someone as busy as Henry Hulbert couldn't possibly take the time to meet a slacker like you. Even famous CEOs take months and even years to meet with him."

She turned to Chuck and said, "As this is a private dinner, I'm afraid I won't be able to accommodate you this time, Mr. Jensen. " Chuck didn't look at her. Instead, his attention was on Jim. When their eyes met, he felt as if he was in a dream. The old man before him looked different than he remembered. Time had been unforgiving to this stubborn old man. His hair and beard had turned white. However, he appeared more energetic than before. Chuck could sense Jim's undisguised hostility. With a slight smile, he said, "Long time no see, Sir Jim." Jim snorted in reply. "There must have been a mistake. I'm not worthy of being called 'sir' by you."