Pass me her BB pin

Me and J were in the company car going somewhere. I can't remember where we were going. It must not have been very important otherwise I would have remembered. We're cruising on Pondfill, looking at people and commenting on their idiocies when I saw Him. Yes, people! Him with a capital H.  I saw this beautiful specimen of a man crossing the street in front of us. Naturally, as all women (and men) must do when they are in St. Maarten, I turned to J and asked: "So, do you know Him and what is his drama?" Let this be a lesson to all, everyone on St. Maarten has a story. Either they horn a lot, or they have been horned and retaliated or anything in between. This place is so small, I am surprised there is not a lot of incest going on.
Surprisingly, she did not know Him but she knew the person he was walking with so she called out to him as you do. If he is walking with that guy than he must work at the bank;s Simpson Bay's branch. Really? Boy, this is way too simple. But what is his name? This is how the detective work went:
1. Call V, she works at the Human Resources department of this particular bank
2. Question: Who is this fine specimen who just walked out of your bank?
3. That must be Norris, but she doesn't know him personal
4. No problem, call J's mother because she works at the same branch as Him
5. Oh, yes that is Norris, you want to speak to him? Here he is
6. Maurette jumps out of her seat and thrusts the phone to J
7. "You speak to him"
8. "Listen Norris we tracked you down. My friend is interested so what's up?"
9. "You all are like the police. Pass me her BB pin."