Put Respect On My Name Novels & Stories

Portia walked past store after store but couldn’t find exactly what she wanted. Then, she remembered that he had just started working at his company last week. She stopped in front of a specific shop, looking through the glass display. She felt that this was the perfect birthday gift, as it was something professional that he could actually use. Once she picked the one she liked, she headed to the counter. ​ “Is it possible to carve a name on this?” ​ “Certainly, ma’am. Please write it down on this paper,” the shop assistant said, handing her a small slip.

With that said, she looked around and proposed, “Why don’t all of us change our names together, then? That way, no one can say I'm favoring one person over another. Prosperity should be shared by all.” “I'm the president, so I'll take the lead. How about I change my name to ‘Brilliance Gold’? What do you all think?” Everyone in the room fell silent. How could they respond to this? Saying the name was good wouldn't work, and saying it was bad wouldn't either. “Mr. Shimsor, you can change your name to ‘Leopard Gold’.” “Mr. Royce, you can be ‘Beetle Gold’.” “And you, you can be ‘Cudgel Gold’.”

As if his previous high-handed attitude had never existed, Chief Ma's demeanor instantly softened the moment she claimed to be from the orphanage. Hyeon-sin's heart grew heavy. An exposed identity meant the death of an agent's career, but she had no choice but to borrow the name of the younger brother who had grown up with her here. After placing a quick call to verify the details, Chief Ma turned back to Hyeon-sin with a much calmer expression. "By the way, those gentlemen aren't bad people. Don't misunderstand them." "I get it, so please just let me leave." Even though it was a pre-approved identity, using the name of the sick kid currently lying in a hospital bed weighed heavily on her co

"Once you submit that documentation your name is on a formal legal record. Whatever comes after that is public and permanent." "I know." "I want to make sure you know that I—" He stopped. Started again. "I want to make sure you're not doing this because you feel like you have to. Because of Clara. Because of Preethi. Because of anyone other than yourself." I sat with that for three seconds. The question deserved three honest seconds. "I am doing it because of all of those things," I said. "Including myself. And I have decided that is allowed." I paused. "Are you okay with what happens to your name after tonight?"

Trust me; this will be his reaction once he receives it. Be sure to enclose a note, your name, and a lovely picture of yourself; make sure to include your name, "Dynasty Dubois," directly on your photo. Most businesses receive letters and invitations from other companies and even women, but this will differ. Include with the invitation a personal note embossed in gold penmanship. The note inside should read:

They’ve never loved me that way before, everybody hated me so much but they started to love me after I started to see life from another perspective and that was because of Lily but I was already done with her. “Thank you all for coming,” I said as I began to address the people. “You all want to merge with my company because you want so many people to know about your business and patronize you?” “Yes,” their voice echoed at once. “That is very nice but then, as a business owner, you should make sure to have your name. Merging with our company can only take away your name and that means that you do all the work while I take all the glory. You should make your names first and I’m promising to m

I argued. She smiled then, as though she found me quite hilarious. "You see, if I don’t start calling you that, then, I would mistakenly take your name in front of the Alpha, and that is a problem." She paused a bit as she continued. "I know it is not my place to advise you on such things. But, I think it is time to step into your new role to avoid disrespect from others. You were once like me, and it might be harder for some to look at you with respect. It would be in your best interest to make sure that this doesn’t happen."

“Yes and no. Please call me Brian.” For the love of God call me Brian. “Ah, you like being called by your nickname,” Horace commented. “Yes,” Blake answered quickly. “But I had to make the reservation with my legal name because that’s what it says on the credit card I used,” he said, trying to joke a little, but failed. “We understand. We get that all the time. I can put Brian as a preferred name in our system if you like,” Rebecca said. “Yes,” he nearly shouted. “Please do.”

Let them underestimate you, they won't know what hit them. Finally taking my seat, my smile widened even more as my eyes fell on the name card in front of me. "Lucas Carmichael," it read. They'd used my full given name, an uncommon occurrence that strangely felt like another affirmation of my true self. Everything was falling into place, aligning in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time. It was almost intoxicating.

I hoped we could find a good solution for both of us. Roby looked skeptical, "Oh, you always talk like that without any proof, Rico. I'm tired of hearing your empty chatter that never gets realized," he said, dismissing my statement. I felt the need to emphasize an important point. "Stop calling me that name," I said firmly. "You might slip up in public when mentioning my name. I've told you, call me Eric! That is my official name recorded in the civil office. So watch out if you repeat the same mistake by calling me by my old name, Rico. I don't like it."