Apartment Receptionist Novels & Stories

This is where real stories are born. “Hello, good morning!” the receptionist greets me with a warm, professional smile. “Good morning!” I reply, returning her smile even though my nerves are buzzing under my skin. “Can you point me to the HR department?” “Do you have an appointment today?” she asks politely. “Yes. I’m Keira Dalton,” I say, straightening slightly as she scans the applicant list. Her eyes widen a little before she smiles again. “You’re on the list. Please proceed to the second floor. The entire floor is the HR department.”

“Good morning, Miss Alex. It’s nice having you here with us. If you could just wait outside, we’ll call you in when it’s your turn.” The receptionist’s voice is warm, professional, and genuinely kind, and I return her smile even though my stomach is already doing nervous flips. “Thank you,” I reply softly.

, Arrogance leaked away from her each word made the receptionist to mentally sneered at her. "Apologizing to you, but without an appointment, you won't get to meet the Boss", the Receptionist was a new young lady who had joined a few years ago and was very sharp in her work. "Then make an appointment quickly", the lady spoke and Too much of her attitude was irritating the receptionist. "The boss isn't here", the receptionist replied to her. "When will your boss come", That lady came to the company to achieve a goal. "Let me confirm the Boss's schedule first", the receptionist went to her desk and was about to call the secretary of the head office.

I don't have a very spectacular CV but I have the fire to achieve this job. Taking a deep breath I enter the building. This place looked like something out of heaven. It was clean to its peak and looked so sleek and expensive. I took an elevator and rode to floor 15 as it said. "Welcome to Nexus City Giants Headquarters! Hello ma'am, how may I help you?" asked the receptionist politely. "Good morning, I had an appointment here. I came for the Personal Assistant's Job," I answered her with a nervous smile. "Oh, let me contact Miss Felicity regarding this," she said and then turned her attention to the computer as she ferociously typed something.

“She needed help, and it seems that help was not given to her. Am I to understand she wasn’t even able to see one of the advisors here?” The receptionist’s face drops at once. “She’s… your friend?” Beau tilts his head. “Did I mumble?” “No. Of course, sir. I deeply apologize, sir.” Suddenly, as if the receptionist came back alive, she flicked on her computer and began typing away. “We can get you both into see someone as soon as possible.” So… wait. This woman told me there are no available rooms, and she’s not even the one in the position to make that call? I really was getting stonewalled!

Eleanor. His office building was a sleek spire of magnificent glass and steel in Bishopsgate. Office workers clad in crisp suits and austere heels clicked their way across the granite flooring to their destinations. I walked through the glass and chrome rotating doors of the building. I headed across the expansive lobby to the reception desk manned by three receptionists, two females, and one tall male and quickly demanded to see Brent Lucan. No, I didn’t have an appointment. One of the females, her picture perfect smile not altering in the slightest, asked my name, made a call to inform someone, then, stepped away from the desk and asked me to go with her.

I picked it up, hearing a female voice that immediately explained the purpose of the call. "Good afternoon, sir. I am one of the receptionists on duty in the lobby. I'm calling you because Miss Adeline just arrived and is waiting for you here. She wants to see you." I sighed, already disliking the name the woman mentioned when she called it the first time. "Tell her I'm not in the mood to see her." "S-sorry, sir, I can't hold Miss Adeline." The receptionist sounded panicked, making me frown uncomprehendingly when I heard a voice on the other side asking a staff member to follow someone.

When I walked through the front door, the receptionist was typing on her computer. She barely spared me a look as I approached the desk. “Good morning, I’m here to see Gavin Landry,” I said as politely as I could. The receptionist looked upward at me and blinked a couple of times, looking less than amused. “Do you have an appointment?” “Uh, no, but—”

It didn’t matter since I had already told him he wouldn’t be able to continue the project under our company, but Adrian was still insistent to know what it was. Adrian parked and walked in with me, moving on to lighter topics like Nicole’s lack of cooking skills. Apparently, last week was the third time she almost burned down their house. I chuckled and shook my head. “Good morning, sir.” I looked at the one receptionist where there were normally three. Even she looked disheveled. Adrian also caught this, his eyes narrowing. “How many people called in today?” She cleared her throat. “Ten, sir. Four security, two secretaries, and four other workers who were outside at the time.”

I replied. He took the phone and called the receptionist to be in here fast. I stood there, and he continued to look at me and then at the book. "May I come in sir? " Receptionist asked him, frowning. "As far as I know your job is to receive the calls and do as per the instructions." He said, and she nodded. "Then, as per the instruction no personal call should be entertained, but why are you transferring to this floor and that too to Ms.Sarin?" he asked.