Apartment Receptionist Novels & Stories

I smiled at him before getting off and walking towards the ground floor of the building. My heels clicked as I walked up to the receptionist. "Hi good morning, do you have an appointment with anyone?" The receptionist asked, giving me a huge bright smile. "My name is Anne Marion . The higher ups informed me I'll start working today." I said and she quickly flipped through a book. "That's right, head over to the tenth floor, the president will see you." She replied and I nodded greatfully at her before heading up to the tenth floor. When I got there, another receptionist attended to me and she had me wait in the waiting room for him.

"Just give me something. Anything. I can't go back to him and tell him he was right." I looked up, my eyes blurry with tears, and saw a piece of neon-yellow poster board taped to a fence across the street. It was flapping in the breeze, held up by rusted wire. OFFICE RECEPTIONIST WANTED. MUST BE TOUGH. NO SISSY’S. INQUIRE WITHIN.

The receptionist smiled back. " My name is Ava Park, and I'm the executive CEOs new assistant supposed to meet him and start work by today" " Oh!" The receptionist was puzzled at first " Can I have a look at your pass please?" " Of course" Ava gave the woman her pass, and after a quick scan check, the woman nodded her head in approval, "My name is Nicole Lynn, I'm the receptionist of this headquarters" She smiled even wider this time. " It's Very nice to meet you, Miss Nicole"

Then, I sent the locksmith my location. I wasn't leaving them a single thing in that apartment. - "What are you doing? Who let you in?" Half an hour later, six burly movers opened the door. Felix was sprawled out on the couch, scrolling through videos. Seeing so many people come in, he suddenly jumped up.

“I’m sure he will, Jasmine.” As we walked through the revolving doors, the cool air of the lobby greeted us. Everything looked just as I remembered—modern, sophisticated, and a little too perfect. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of nostalgia mixed with unease as I approached the reception desk. Thank God there was a new receptionist who probably didn’t know me. “Hello, I’m Aria Everhart. We have an appointment with Mr. Thorn,” I said, trying to keep my nerves in check.

well, pleasure. The familiar dingy reception area greeted me as I walked in, exchanging pleasantries with the elderly caretaker before heading upstairs. Our apartment was on the first floor, making the elevator unnecessary, but as I climbed the stairs, my phone buzzed incessantly. I fished it out of my handbag and saw Jolly’s name flashing on the screen.

D and scanned fingerprint so it's easier. I walked over to the desk and a girl gave me a weak smile and slightly bowed her head. "Hi, I am Ava, the new receptionist here." I offered my hand and she accepted it. " How about you?" She looked up at me. "I am Nissa. I work here for about 2 years from now. " She stated normally. After a normal greeting. She told me that our CEO's Personal Assistant is on leave so that the secretary is the one who will substitute her for a while, the one who will inform us if any visitors is expecting or any other information.

Knowing that I had no other option now, and I couldn't wait, I made my way towards the reception immediately. The receptionist was a lady who seemed to be in her mid-thirties. She plump and was wearing a ponytail. She looked nothing like someone who worked in a place like this. She was neatly dressed anyway and was typing quietly on her computer. When she saw me approach, she looked up. She didn't seem to catch my scent and that told me that she was human. "Good morning," she said in a polite but bored tone. I kept my voice level as I went straight to the point. "Morning. I need to see the list of everyone occupying this facility." Her eyebrows shot up at that, as expected. "I'm sorry, Sir.

“Are you busy?” I splay my palm on the wooden surface. “Yes.” “Oh. Okay.” The receptionist smiles at me and I force a small smile to my lips. I can’t read the name on her tag but it’s something with an M. I slide my card to her and point in the direction of the elevator. She shakes her head. “Do you have an appointment?” she mouths. I pull the phone away from my ear to reply, “No. But your boss wants to see me.”

She took a deep breath and got out of the car. As she pushed through the revolving door, a marvelous reception area welcomed her. It was both lavish and aristocratic. One could easily understand how big the Mendez Corporation is only by the number of receiptionist was posted there. There were at least ten receptionists in the big reception desk area, and to her surprise, all of them were busy either on the phone or talking with the visitors and employees.