Put Respect On My Name Novels & Stories

“No, ma’am. And you mean ‘Dead Ted.’ I’d advise you to refer to him by his actual name. Respect isn’t optional, especially not here.” I blinked, caught off guard by the edge in his tone. “What’s the big deal? I’m just—” “Respect and names save lives,” he interrupted, running his hands through his hair. “I understand things might be done differently on your father’s side, but here, names are more than titles. They reflect who someone is. For future reference, I'd advise you to refer to people how they want to be addressed. It’ll keep you breathing longer, Miss.”

“You are being possessive over her and it’s not advisable.” “Just do what I ask you to do.” “Okay fine but please make sure you don’t make things complicated for her just in case the lady happens to be her, you know in that place they don’t share their employee's details, they have a working name and the same goes to clients, so tell me, what name should I pick for you.” “I will go with the Big T,” I said to him. “Okay I will book the appointment immediately so Monday get ready to go but just in case it happens not to be Gina working there as expected, you have to quit for good.”

“People question you because of their ignorance and jealousy. What I despise most in this world are stereotypes about age and gender. “You’ve already fought your way up with this name. Why should you change it just to please a bunch of mediocrities? “When you stand high enough, your name itself becomes authority. By then, every prejudice will fall silent and turn into the deepest kind of respect.” From that day on, I understood. I didn’t need to change my name. I just needed to make the name Alva Jackson into a mountain no one in academia could ever climb over.

I again corrected him. "Karan Soria- Whatever why don't we focus on our important meeting first rather than on your name, " He says, changing the subject. I swear it took me a sweet moment to control my anger, "As a Rajput, my name matters more to me as much as compared to this conference. It's not only a name but respect for us and I don't like anyone disrespecting me in any way whether if they are my parents or a soon-to-be business partner, " I stated, mentally smirking at the fact that I hit his nerve, noticing his jaw clenching curbing his anger, he forced a smile.

The man was still upset that I didn't let him know that I was married. Opening the register, he handed over a pen to me. Dave kept stealing glances at me while staring at the column my name was written on. I felt reluctant to change the name. Still, I had to clean off the "Welghton" in my name and wrote "Wyatt". I noticed Dave squinting his eyes, staring at the column where my name was written on and stealing glances at me as well. I handed the register back to Sir Tyler. He looked at the name from the upper side of his spectacles and then looked back at me.

Her old master in high school would spank you if you didn’t pronounce your classmate’s name in full. Worse, if you mistakenly or intentionally write your name in abbreviation. He respected names so much that he gave his reason: if every man could be identified by a name, let’s respect it and call or spell them in full. And no wonder they chorused greeting to him: “Good morning Master. Okafor, Jideike Chinagoram”

I declared, each syllable of my hyphenated name a testament to my strength and authority. "Please, Alpha Morrison, go on with what you were about to disclose," I gestured affirmatively, urging him to proceed with his thoughts.

“Make it clean. Make it fast. I like my business like my espresso—no foam, no nonsense.” Henry practically bowed. “Understood. I’ll be in touch by tomorrow with the finalized contracts. You’ve just made a very powerful move.” I flashed him a small smile. “Oh, Henry... I’m just getting started.” He smiled. Then I cleared my throat. “Henry… do you know a lawyer who can help me legally change my surname?” That caught him off guard, just slightly. “Tired of McLaren already?” “I was tired of it before I could spell it.”

I smiled as I grabbed it and placed it on my lap. It is red and absolutely beautiful. It reminds me so much of Mr Teddy. I need to name it. Maybe Mr Teddy will do. Perhaps another name. I placed my finger on my chin, thinking about a name. The Don came to my mind. Hmm. "Well, I will call you Mr A. A for Adrian. You will be my quick reminder to stop my ridiculous thoughts about the Don. Yes," I raised it up a bit. "Whenever I look at you, I remind myself that I have to stop thinking about you. You can't be mine," I put it down on my lap and squeezed its nose as I shook my head.

Pete hurried to his seat, his eyes fixed on his fingers as he nervously fidgeted with them. "I watch reruns of your performances on Drag Tuesdays," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, shyness radiating from him. "You're even more amazing in real life." Lady Legasus's warm smile put him at ease. "Thank you, dearie. And what's your name?" Pete's shoulders slumped, his voice tinged with embarrassment. "It's Pete...I mean, Peter Pound." He seemed to shrink into himself, his discomfort with his name evident.