Apartment Receptionist Novels & Stories

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.

He didn’t even hesitate. “I’ll wait here until you’re done,” he said calmly, already stepping back. I didn’t argue. I just nodded and walked inside alone. At the reception desk, I cleared my throat. “I’m here on behalf of Noah Wellington. I was told I have an appointment, but I don’t really have details.” The receptionist’s smile froze for half a second before snapping back into place. Too polite. Too careful. She typed something into her computer, then glanced up at me. Once. Twice. Like she was confirming something she already knew.

- I won't allow the young woman on the other side of the bench to continue. - Apartment 112. I need keys urgently. The code is 1206. The receptionist stares at me for a brief second. His eyes are wide, probably because he hasn't dealt with an impatient person yet. - Of course, of course - she fumbles, trying to open a drawer. I look at her blond hair tied in a bun, her mid-length uniform and her tolerable makeup for this time of day. Her name is Karen, after her badge. Could you exit the building through the air ducts, Karen? I bet not, because Karen is not a tomboy.

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.

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.