96 Novel(s) Related To Front Desk Book

He practically skips ahead, snatching a few books from a shelf nearby and hurries toward the front desk. I roll my eyes, but I can’t help the small smirk tugging at my lips. “You’re impossible.” “And yet, here we are,” he waves the books at me, before stacking them onto the desk.

Jacob laughed. “I’ll kick your ass too!” I said as I glared at him. “Kris! We have one more surprise for you.” Penny yelled from behind my front desk. “What?” I looked confused. She walked out carrying a massive book. I recognized what it was right away. It’s the type of book that you use for a portfolio. “You got me a new book?” “Kinda.” Penny showed me the cover. It had a Black Moon with two wolves howling. The leather was fresh as I could smell it. Alec took the cover and opened it for me.

He put out his hand and slapped it directly on the front desk, which shook the things on the desk several centimeters high with a "bang" They were so frightened that they stared at the front desk and stayed away from the black faced handsome man in front of them. One of the receptionists bravely asked, "What's the matter, sir? Can I help you?" Yang Feng, with a dark face, said in a low voice, "In which room is the owner of Beijing A44450 now?" The receptionist smiled awkwardly: "We can't disclose without authorization..."

Looking around, I saw several other people in similar situations, clearly caught in the storm without proper preparation. We approached the front desk where a young woman in a crisp uniform greeted us with a professional smile. "Good evening, how can I help you?" "We need two rooms," I stated clearly, wanting to establish that boundary right away. "Just for tonight." The receptionist's fingers flew over her keyboard, her smile faltering slightly. "I apologize sir, but we're currently fully booked. We only have one room available." Of course. Of course the universe would do this, of course my resolve would be tested in the most obvious way possible. "Are you sure? There's no way to get two separate rooms?"

The receptionist looked up at me with a polite smile. "Good evening, ma'am. How can I assist you?" she asked, her voice calm and professional. "I’d like to book a room, please," I said, trying to keep my voice steady, despite the storm raging inside me. "Of course. Any particular room you have in mind?" The receptionist asked, typing away at the computer. I hesitated for a moment before blurting out, "Room 121. Is it available?” The receptionist's fingers moved swiftly across the keyboard, her eyes scanning the screen as I tried to control my breathing, each second feeling like a lifetime.

I replied to him which he nodded as the both of us entered the hotel. I went to the front desk where a man was wearing a posh suit and greeted me with a bow. “Good day, madame. Do you have any reservations?” The front desk man asked. “Yes, uhm...Clara Revington?” I stated my name to this man. He checks something on his folders but he took him a bit longer before he turns back to me and frowns. “Forgive me, Miss Clara Revington but your name is not here?” The man said that made me confused.

Scarlett says. We sit down to wait and I take a better look around. All of the workers are wearing the same white button up shirts with a hot pink skirt. It is a bit dramatic but they somehow made the outfit look tasteful and not too flamboyant. The lady working at the front desk has hair that is rather short on the top of her head but has longer bangs that are swept to the side. When she returns with our glasses, she walks us to the back and sits us at chairs that are next to each other. "Do you need to look at books to pick out a hairstyle at all or do you guys know what you want?" She asks.

I managed to make my way over to the front desk to check in for my appointment. “Hello, how can I help you today?” The young woman asked as I approached. She looked at her watch and then at what I can only assume is the appointment book for today. “Are you Mrs. Freemont?” she asked. “Yes, yes I am.” I admitted. The young man was now seated in front of the desk looking through a file. “Great. Have a seat and I’ll inform Mr. Peabody, you’ve arrived.” She said smiling, without missing a beat.

Changing into an everyday outfit and looking at herself in the mirror without any spirit, she sighed, closed the hotel room door, went to the elevator, and down to the front desk. "Hi, how can I help you?" Not the front desk yesterday. Flora tried to stay calm and nodded to the front desk, recounting the myth she had encountered last night. "… I want you to help me check if anyone else received room card 2109 but me yesterday. There's no way a man would suddenly appear in my room. Or is there something wrong…"

Usually, I would allow security to take care of this, but something in her voice made me want to help her. “James, I’ll see you at eight.”He nods before getting on the elevator while I walk back to the front desk. “I apologize, Mrs.Cesar, but we are at full capacity.” Claire, the front desk clerk, says, "How can that be possible? I booked six months ago." “Yes, I apologize the room was sold due to your failure to check-in yesterday.”

He nodded slowly and before he could say anything more, the bedroom door swung open. Erick and Jess stood at the doorway; they were both breathless, so we knew they were running. Jess held one of the thickest books I had ever seen; it was a large brown book with golden decals swirled throughout the cover. In the front of the book, in a silvery oval was a white infinity symbol I didn’t quite recognize and then written in white above the symbol read: Book of Magic. “Woah…” I breathed, staring at the book. It was real.

There was no use in saying more, so she walked straight in. He didn't follow her. He smiled, watched the elevator ascend, then turned and headed to the front desk. "I need a room next to 1720," he said, pulling out a black card from his pocket. The front desk attendant respectfully took the black card, and began operating the machine. After a while, the woman at the front desk appeared troubled. She carefully spoke, "I'm sorry, sir. The rooms on the floor where 1720 is located are all presidential suites and require prior reservation. The last one, 1730, has also been booked."

I clicked on the number and heard the dial tone ring in my ear. "Hello?" A pleasant voice called out to me on the other side of my phone. It was obviously directed to a call center. "Hi, I'm looking for a room for the evening, two queen beds?" I said the words confidently. "Yes, absolutely, do you want to make a reservation?" the voice asked with a sweet tone. "Do you need my credit card right now to book?" I asked warily. "No, you can give your information at the front desk, but I can't make a booking without a credit card number, in case of cancellation," the voice replied.

the manager said. “Do you have cameras at the front desk? Harry asked. “Yes we do have them but at the time they were not working so we had them fixed,”the manager responded. “Thank you so much for the information and in case you find anything that would help us no matter how small it is do not be afraid to contact me,”Rogers said as he handed him his business card.

I checked another – I found bills and a folder of contracts I couldn't make sense of. I glanced over my shoulder to make sure that Freddy had not somehow appeared behind me. My nerves were on fire. The door was closed. There was no one behind me, so that meant Freddy was still fast asleep in his room. Well, probably. I turned to the shelves. I was not sure I would find anything of importance or consequence there, but I checked anyway. I stopped at a few at random and pulled them down. One was a book on accounts. Another book on merger acquisitions – of course. I flipped through it, but the words made no sense to me, so I closed it.

It's no shock that Antonio works here. “Come on,” Nessa hooked her arm around mine. I almost pushed her away but I maintained my composure and let her lead me into the reception. When we arrived, I noticed the lounging area was nearly empty. That's odd. This place is packed most of the time. We walked to the front desk and I whipped out my card to book a room when the receptionist, Clara, as it says in her name tag, declined. “Excuse me?” I blinked.

"All the rooms are full! The guests in Room 001 have been here for a while now, so they should be almost done. Let me go in and check!" "Alright!" Before Patricia could respond, the door was opened without warning. The manager, with a bowed waist, walked in with apologetic expression, "I apologize for the mistake made by our front desk. This private room was booked by someone last night, and the front desk didn't know, so they double-booked it for you. Look, have you finished your meal? If you have, can you vacate the room? As an apology, this meal will be complimentary, and I'll also give you 500 dollars in cash vouchers as a token of apology."

Nova started to contemplate. It's in the middle of the night and he doesn't have anywhere to go. So he decided to check the guest list on the front desk computer. It's his only way to find out where Nina is. With that in mind, he swiftly went to the front desk. He found two men Manning the front desk. "Who are you?" one of them inquired Nova when they find him standing nearby while looking here and there. Nova looked at the man who asked him that question while pulling his hat down under the guise of adjusting it.

In the Hyatt Group. On the wall of the front desk, there were two big words, "Hyatt Group", which were inlaid with a golden background and full of vigorous strength. The "Hyatt Group" was like a flying dragon, magnificent and eye-catching, which made people dare not underestimate it. "Sorry, you didn't make an appointment, I can't let you in." The receptionist said in a professional tone. Angela stood at the front desk anxiously and said earnestly, "I just want to ask your president about something. I'm in a hurry."

We try not to have just one person here at a time for safety reasons, but with only having the three of us for so long we kind of got used to it. I sit behind the register while Clark turns on the OPEN sign and unlocks the door. A few people who were waiting for us to open pour in, eager to get their books. I told Clark I’d let him have the run of the place this morning for training purposes, but really, I’m tired and want to look through the Book of the Beast. I take a big gulp of coffee and set my mug down on the floor next to me. There are two stools behind the register, but the floor is safer. I’m less likely to be spotted by a customer when I’m down here. Great customer service, I know.