Apartment Receptionist Novels & Stories

Nobody warned Sloane that the front desk job would slowly murder her feet. Six hours in. Heels on. Smile locked. Spine straight. Stella — the bright-eyed receptionist who'd been stationed beside her all morning — had rattled through the unofficial orientation with the cheerful efficiency of someone who had long ago made peace with standing eight hours a day. Answer before the third ring. Mr. Pierce's calls go straight up, no screening. If someone doesn't have an appointment and looks like trouble, they probably are.

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 make my way straight to the receptionist desk, glancing briefly at the immaculate décor high ceilings, polished floors, and an expensive piece of abstract art mounted on the wall behind the counter. The whole place screams power and exclusivity. I love it. The receptionist, a young woman with sharp, perfectly sculpted eyebrows and a disinterested expression, is typing something into her computer. Her fingers tap the keyboard rapidly as I approach. "Hi, good morning," I begin, offering a polite smile. "I’m here to see Mr. Knox, the CEO. Is he in?" She glances up from her computer, barely sparing me a second glance. "Do you have an appointment?"

"This receptionist won’t let me through without an appointment." Steven raised an eyebrow and gave the receptionist a pointed look. "I’m sorry about that. But why didnt you call my office first to state that someone wants to meet me?" he paused for a moment, patting Ella head, "Don't be like this next time or I have you transferred to somewhere else. An employee for this company needed to be efficient regarding the members of the board at all times," he said with a chuckle, continuing, though his eyes staring at the receptionist was dark. The receptionist paled at the words, panic written all over her face as she apoliged to Ella and nodded understandingly at Steven.

The receptionist said. "By this time??? I don't want to see anyone!" I barked. Who the fuck is coming to my apartment at 9:00pm??? I heard her mumbling something to someone before she spoke again. "Sir, it's your personal assistant. Miss Sophia Parker." My whole body froze. She's here? Sophia's here? I was completely taken aback at the fact that she was here. What could she want so late? "Errr... send her up. No security checks."

Two receptionists in fitted business attire were seated behind it, looking all polished and professional. The moment they spotted Aria and Landon stepping out of the elevator, both of them stood up. With polite smiles on their faces, they moved to greet them. "Good afternoon. Do you have an appointment? Are you here for a legal consultation or to see one of our attorneys?" While the receptionist's voice was soft and courteous, her gaze carried the polite scrutiny that came with the job. She gestured toward the visitor sign-in area, ready to run them through the standard check-in process.

the receptionist said, her voice apologetic and unsure. Lilian yawned softly, sitting up in bed and propping herself against the headboard. “It’s alright,” she assured her, brushing her hair out of her face. “If you’re calling this early, it must be important. What’s the matter?” The receptionist hesitated for a moment. “I’ve been trying to reach the CEO, but he’s not answering his phone,” she finally said, her tone tinged with worry.

I replied confidently, hoping that he finds me cool and not as some lame, boring girl. "Great, so the rent is five hundred dollars and there is no need for any advance. I can come up with an official agreement and a set of keys for you by tomorrow." He started to explain and I tried my best to listen to him without being distracted by his crazy good looks, "Are you cool with it?" he asked, bringing me back from my trance state. "Yup. All cool." I replied in a high-pitched voice and cringed internally. "Okay then, you can have a tour of the apartment." He stood up. I copied his actions and we started to make our way towards the kitchen.

A red-haired receptionist buzzed me in through the elegant glass door, and I stepped in, putting on my professional smile. With a polite nod, I started with "Hello. I am renting one of the apartments you currently own, and I came to talk about the unfair eviction notice my partners and I have just received." The receptionist leaned back, grimacing nervously. Fine, the tone of my voice came out harsher than I wanted it to. I guess my anger surfaced despite my good intentions. "All of our managers are busy right now… Why don't you come again tomorrow?" She obviously was trying to blow me off, but I wasn't that easy to deal with.

Two guards stood near the elevator, a receptionist had a desk on the right side, and cameras were placed on all sides, capturing 360 view of this place. I walked to the desk. The receptionist was a woman who looked like in her late thirties. She smiled professionally at me as she greeted me, “Good Afternoon.” “I am here to see Celine Ashford,” I got straight to the point. Her smile faltered for a second before she asked, “May I ask which apartment?” “No,” I said simply. His fingers paused over the keyboard. She slowly shook her head, “I am afraid I can’t give out resident information without…”