Apartment Receptionist Novels & Stories

Riley waved me off while Josie didn't look up from the bear. Holt Holdings occupied the top four floors of a building with black marble floors that swallowed sound. Ceilings high enough to make the air feel different. A reception desk that was less a desk than a declaration. The woman behind it looked up when I approached and clocked me in the practiced way receptionists measured, sorting and deciding. "I'm here for Mr. Holt," I said. "Do you have an appointment?" "No." She was already reaching for a practiced smile, the kind designed to redirect without engaging.

"I don't have an appointment listed for you this afternoon, Miss Vale." Lydia stopped. Turned to look at the receptionist with the measured patience of a woman addressing someone who has made a small but correctable error. Her eyes began to harden. "I don't have an appointment," she said. "I don't need one." The receptionist's expression didn't change. She had clearly been trained extensively for exactly this moment. "Mr. Ardent's calendar is fully managed through this desk. All visitors require a confirmed appointment to access the executive floors." A polite, immovable pause. "If you'd like, I can check his earliest available—"

she pouts like a stubborn baby. I rest my arm on the counter when the receptionist turns his attention to me. “Hello, what can I help you with, sir?” “Hi, I have booked an apartment under Charles Zillmann, could you give me the keys?” I ask. Emily’s head snaps in my direction. She looks at me as if I said the most disappointing thing she has ever heard. I bink at her, my lips stretch in a thin line. “There you go, sir,” the receptionist hands me the keys and we walk away.

Employees in crisp suits scurried around, their faces set, their footsteps sure. I hesitated but for a moment before walking to the reception desk. The receptionist was a tall, slender woman who wore dark red lipstick, her eyes razor-sharp, barely raising from her computer screen. "Good afternoon," I said, forcing a polite smile. She glanced up momentarily before returning to her screen. "Do you have an appointment?" "No, but I need to speak with Mr. Carter. It's urgent." Her fingers stilled over the keyboard as she finally gave me her full attention. "Mr. Carter doesn't take walk-ins," she said smoothly. "If you'd like to schedule an appointment, I can check his availability for next month.

“Wait here please.” “Thank you!” I gingerly sat down on the edge of a plush chair as the room was starting to spin. Not long after, another man appeared. In the same official looking suit but looked a lot scarier, even if he was trying to give me a warm smile… trying. He assured me everything would be alight and took me across the road to another multi-storey building. A woman was waiting in the lobby with a professional smile. She scanned my ID at the reception desk before taking me up to a small first-floor one-bedroom apartment. Reception didn’t open until nine and will process my credit card then.

Windows and the main door was ornated with geographic design positioned in a long horizontal raw. I held my breath and entered the building. The reception was empty besides the two receptionist and a woman sitting on the waiting area with stack of papers in her hand. Walking over to the receptionist I cleared my throat to catch her attention. She was too busy in her phone to look up to the person. "Excuse me. " This time she teared her eyes from her phone to me with her lazed face. Running her eyes from my head to toe she yawned.

She smiled and gestured for her to walk closer. She did. "Good morning, ma'am. I'm looking to the manager of this building, I have an appointment with him." The woman was still smiling kindly, "I take it, you're the Home Emergency Nurse that was gonna come today?" "Yes, ma'am. That's me." "You're welcome, beautiful." the friendly receptionist shook hands with her, "As for the manager..." she glanced at the computer screen in front of her, then suddenly a man walked into the reception. ".....I think you just found him." she pointed at the man.

— His wife, Dalia Penedo and Salazar, he informed me that he is staying here, and I came to visit him. —Please wait a moment. - asks the receptionist to call the apartment rented by the company. After some time, no answer, he continues. — At the moment, he does not meet. — Can I wait for you upstairs? - I ask. — Yes, I will only need a lady’s document to register your entry.- informs the boy.

The Secretary, a lady who seemed to be in her mid-twenties, said to me as she ushered me towards the managers' office I stood up from my seat, smoothing out my dress as I took one last glance around the reception room. It was a small marketing company, but it had a cosy and modern office space. The reception area was tastefully decorated with vibrant colours and sleek furniture. About a dozen applicants like me sat waiting, each scrolling through their phones or flipping through their resumes. I took a deep breath, feeling anxious. I had been a stay-at-home wife for too long, and I couldn't help the doubt that came into my head.

I said to the receptionist. The woman looked at me. "Oh, welcome." She said. "Please wait a moment while I contact the HR department." She brought the business phone in front of her desk to her ear. "Okay." I replied and glanced at the entrance where a group of people whom I assumed to be members of the staff stood. I brought my attention back to the receptionist, she looked quite young and was dressed in casual business attire like most of the other staff. Some were even dressed in casual wear.