Apartment Receptionist Novels & Stories

Adina said coolly. “If everyone who comes to see Mr. Winters asks me to make a call, the secretaries in the CEO’s office will not have time for other tasks. They'll just be busy answering calls,” the receptionist sarcastically said. “Since you have a verbal appointment with Mr. Winters, why don’t you call him and get him to send some people over to receive you?” Adina smiled and chuckled. “Okay, I’ll leave then.” She turned back and left, not staying there a moment longer.

I just needed somewhere to be that wasn’t that damn house. I walked up to the reception desk, tapping my fingers impatiently against the counter as I waited for the receptionist to acknowledge me. She was a woman in her mid-forties, her reading glasses perched at the edge of her nose as she typed something on the computer. Her name tag read Martha. She glanced up and gave me a polite, professional smile. “Good evening, sir. Welcome to the—” “Yeah, yeah,” I cut her off, not in the mood for pleasantries. “I need a room. Just for the night.”

Noelle said before I ended the call. I tried to get myself a little relaxed, because I still wasn’t comfortable with the whole idea and arrangement. I was so consumed with having my new apartment all to myself that I didn’t think of anything else. When I arrived at receptionist and the receptionist was already waiting with a warm and sweet smile. She seemed so excited to see me like the last time. “Good morning, Miss Alexa,” she greeted cheerily. “It’s so good to have you here again,” she added happily.

Her heels clicked sharply against the polished marble floor as she headed straight for the elevator bank. When she reached the third floor, she pushed open the frosted glass door marked Apex Health Mutual Services. The office was quiet, temperature-controlled, and filled with rows of neat cubicles. A young receptionist with slicked-back hair sat behind a black granite counter, typing slowly on a computer keyboard. "Can I help you?" the receptionist asked, barely looking up from his screen. "I need to speak with Mr. Henderson immediately," Amelia said, standing directly in front of the desk.

I told the receptionist, who gave me a weird questioning look before picking up the landline. “Your name, sir.” She asked, pouting as though she was frustrated, before mumbling it into the phone. After a few hmms and hummus, she finally turned to look at me. “I’m afraid she is too busy to take visitors.” Before she can finish, I am storming towards her office and pushing the door open; luckily, the directions on the walls and her name boldly written on the door make it damn easy. I shoved it open to find her discussing with a man who looked in his forties. The man bowed within seconds and excused himself.

but I ignored him. “May I ask who reserved them?” I asked the receptionist. “I’m afraid that information is confidential.” Before I could respond, the phone on the desk suddenly rang. The receptionist picked it up quickly. “Yes?” Her expression changed as she listened, her eyes flickered toward me and then she straightened. “I understand.” She hung up slowly and faced me. “The penthouse apartment on the thirty-eighth floor has just become available.” Nathan blinked and I couldn't hide my surprised expression.

There was a two-oh-oh-five on the door. “This is your apartment. You can use all the facilities inside. The office will only cover your meals during working hours. You have to take care of yourself outside of that. If you need anything, there's a convenience store on the ground floor.” She pointed in the direction we came from. “My room is over there. Two-oh-oh-three. I don't like to be disturbed. So, please call the receptionist if you have any problems. Our connection is just coworkers, and I want to keep it that way. Do you understand?”

the receptionist asked. "My name is Ashley Garcia," Ashley replied. The receptionist quickly typed Ashley's name into the system and said, "Yes, I see your appointment here. Please give me a moment to inform Ms. Hart of your arrival." Ashley nodded, grateful for the receptionist's assistance. As she waited, she looked around the lobby and admired the sleek and modern design of the reception area. The walls were adorned with framed pictures of the company's latest products, and the floors were polished to a mirror-like shine.

She sniffled. "I'll pretend I didn't hear that." I yelled back and left the apartment. *** The building was so easy to spot as it was a high-rise building with over 34 floors. It was something of an architectural wonder. I took a deep breath and walked straight up to the receptionist. She was typing away. "Hi. Good morning." She looked up from her computer. "Hi. How may I help you?" She asked "I was asked to resume today by 8am. I was just granted a letter of appointment. Here." I handed her my file.

I yelled over my shoulder as I stomped my feet to the bathroom. Over an hour later I stood before the large office building and I couldn’t be more glad that I had Isabel looking out for me. I arrived at the perfect time and I couldn't wait to start. I walked into the lobby and saw the receptionist sitting behind a beautiful marble counter. I gave her a polite smile as I walked up to her. “Good morning.” I greeted. “Good morning ma’am and welcome to A&P Enterprises. How may I help you?” She said with a professional smile on her face.