Apartment Receptionist Novels & Stories

Even her eyes staring at him were white. “I need to see the chairperson,” he said to the receptionist. “Do you have an appointment?” the woman asked him. The woman spoke slowly. It was her natural voice, and she wasn’t lazy. She was a receptionist for a long time now. “Yes.” “Let me check.” The woman closed her eyes and stayed quiet for a couple of minutes. After that, she opened her eyes and looked at him. “You can go now,” she added at the end.

"I'm sorry, sir! Mr. Reath is currently in a meeting. Without an appointment, I'm afraid he's unavailable to meet guests." Liam's displeasure was evident as he frowned. Unfazed, he said, "If he's in a meeting, then please call him. Tell him Liam is here to see him." The receptionist, usually the epitome of patience, was at her wit's end with the man before her. Anyone else might have snapped, calling security to escort the nuisance out. However, her training with Jerden Group kicked in, and she managed to stay composed, offering a strained smile. "Please, sir, have a seat and wait just a moment."

I roll my eyes and watch as the receptionist approaches the desk. “The phone has all of the numbers of the building saved. We have a list of the numbers as well as the corresponding name to the department it goes to. Don’t hesitate to call! We are here to help!” She smiles and pushes away from the desk. She heads to the elevator, brushing past me. I watch as she goes but reach out, the words stammering out of my mouth. “Wait! I have a question!” “How may I assist you toddy, ma’am?” She asks.

They were checked at the entrance by a security guard and when they reached the reception, a fucking reception, they met the receptionist. "Can I help you?" he asked. "I'm accompanying him. He owns an apartment here." 'Owns?! Mr. Min bought the apartment and did not rent it??' Sunny gulped. "Can I see the keys and your ID?" the receptionist asked. Hosun gave the lady his ID and the keys Yoonjin had given him. She checked the name in her register of owners and tenants. She found his name and turned to him with a smile. "Mr. Jung, one of our new student apartment owners. Welcome to Zenith complex. Hope you like it here. If you need information or help with anything, you can always come to the

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.