Put Respect On My Name Novels & Stories

I asked. “I suggested putting *only* your name,” he said. “The board insisted mine had to be there too. Something about ‘brand synergy’ and ‘donor recognition.’ I compromised by insisting yours come first.” “I didn’t approve this,” I said. “No,” he said. “That’s the point. It’s not a PR stunt for you. It’s a penance for me. You can sue me for unauthorized use if it offends your sensibilities. The paperwork will be delightful.”

“Who was it?” He hesitated. “No one important.” She nodded, choosing not to press further. “So... when do we start fixing my name?, I didn't know there was a thing like that, even when I announced my return I still need to reclaim my name wkw” He looked up and smirked. “Yeah, at least you went out today and you've seen that things aren't like before again, same with people and rules, if you are too kind they will work over you" he stopped and drank water then continued" tomorrow. I’ve already arranged everything.”

Deacon says, sounding anything but pleased about it. Josie nods. “We’ll handle the legal end. You just need to settle on the story.” We all fall quiet for a second. “What about a new name?” I ask. “Does he need one?” Knox is Knox. It feels wrong to call him anything else, but if we have to, then I guess we will just have to get used to it. “He should still go by Knox,” Josie says. “But his surname should be changed.” “Knox Taylor?” Finley suggests. “Simple and believable.”

“Are you sure that’s what you want to name him?” “Yes.” “Okay. Are you using De Sangre?” “No. Give him his father’s last name, like we did for Alex. It won’t offer much of a protection for them, but it’ll offer more of one than the De Sangre name.” “Perfect. We’ll just file these papers for you guys.” Nina looked up for her papers to give us a smile. “Do the two of you know what you want to do today? Or are you going to stay in the hotel?”

I answered jokingly. Her face softened with slight humor. "I like you girl, what are you here for?" "Oh, I'm here for the audition," I replied honestly. "I see, I wish you the best of luck," she said, then motioned for the staff to follow her. Some would be offended by her reaction, however, I knew that's the correct reaction for my response and something that would not put me at a disadvantage. If she had praised me in any way it can be treated as her being biased towards me.

“It will affect branding, contracts—” “I’m aware,” I said. I didn’t raise my voice. I didn't need to. “This is my decision.” A pause. Then no one pushed further. Uncle J didn’t say anything. But I could feel his support. The lawyer slid the document toward me. “This is the official resolution for the name change.” I looked down at it. Mira Zion. Printed clearly. I didn’t hesitate. I picked up the pen and signed. My hand stayed steady the entire time. When I was done, I set the pen back in place.

Real, earned success, entirely separate from any structure Amelia or Dad could provide. I quickly composed a response: Marco, thank you. This is incredible. I’m honored. Yes to the print sale. His reply was instantaneous: Fantastic. I need two things for the press release and contract. 1) Your full legal name, including middle name, for the contract and bank transfer. 2) A two-sentence bio that speaks to your background and creative philosophy. My stomach plummeted. The simple request for my full name felt like a sudden, insurmountable barrier. Clara Conti Vance. The middle name was the key to the entire empire, the one that screamed "heiress."

Jessica continued. “The bar name, of course. Why not. T has made its own name and I don’t think changing its status wound be of any advantage to you. “Lady J muttered. “It’s not only the bar name lady. I’m taking the title of your name as well. Lady J. Will definitely change a few details of it but I don’t want any confusion of it.” “That’s called impersonation Ms. I wouldn’t want to do that to myself.” Lady J urged.

He’s just the first one bold enough to ask directly. I groan, scrubbing my face with my hands. Should I change my last name back to Petrov? At least that would make it clear I’m not some extension of Dmitri. But then again, wouldn’t that raise questions? Cause more drama? “Who am I kidding?” I mumble, sinking back into my chair. “Changing my name now would just bring more attention.” And the last thing I need is more people poking around in my life. I sigh heavily, deciding to focus on work. That’s all I can do, really. Maybe this whole thing with Benjamin was just an unfortunate incident. It’s regrettable, sure, but it won’t happen again.

Well, that is the kind of life I always dreamt of, the kind of life I told my parents existed, somewhere, lost in the shadows of the universe. My name is Perer not Peter. I know you may be wondering how the hell I got such an awkward name. Well, you don't have to wonder for too long. I will give you the opportunity to do something quick and simple. Take a pen and write my name. Then, switch the middle letter in my name Peter and change it to the letter "r." That is simple, right? Yeah, it is.