Front Desk Pdf Novels & Stories

I weaved through the crowd, hips brushing strangers, until I hit the front desk, where a bored looking receptionist chewed gum and scrolled her phone. “Room,” I said, voice rough, slapping my card on the counter. “Now.” She didn’t blink, just ran the card, handed me a keycard, and pointed to the stairs. “Second floor, 214.” I nodded, ready to move, but then my eyes caught a glossy booklet on the counter, pages open to photos of men and women, all chiseled jaws and curves, names and stats listed like a menu. I frowned, glanced at her. “These for bookings?”

I said as I stormed out of the house, having Frederick pick up my phone and coat from the room. We drove to a hotel two streets away as I had ordered. Frederick opened the door as I stepped out. "Have you taken the files to Mr. Zack?" "No, I’ll do that right now, sir," he bowed. "Take the car. I’ll be spending the night here," I said as I grabbed my phone and walked into the hotel. The front desk had a chubby lady sitting behind it, who stood to bow immediately when she saw me. "This is your room key card," she handed it over.

“Of course." "Madam, rest assured." "In the future, we'll be bothering Madam frequently." The trio smiled in agreement. Paige pondered and thought her sister was truly smart in choosing these three. They were perfect. The front desk might seem unimportant, but they were well aware of who entered and left the company daily. Human resources knew everything about employees, from who hired them to where they lived and their alma mater. The public relations department, as the company's emergency unit, was well-versed in the daily occurrences of the company.

Kenzie replied. “Ma’am there's a delivery here at the front desk for a McKenzie Berkley. We don’t allow delivery people in the units. Can you please come pick it up?” Front desk called. “Who’s it from?” Kenzie asked. “It says that a job is well done. But no name or anything.” Front desk said. “Okay, I’ll be right down.” Kenzie said.

Not quite, but close enough that I see the edge of it before it goes, and Sage comes back from the counter pulling her jacket on and we go out into the morning. The Callahan Suites has a front desk staffed by a man who is reading something on his phone and puts it face down when we come in with the practiced ease of someone who does that thirty times a day. Sage handles the booking, cash across the counter, two nights, her name, and the man hands over a key card and a small printed map of the floor without asking anything, which is exactly what we need from him.

Because I know that something good is about to happen because of me attending the beauty show yesterday and nailing that interview like a pro but when it's actually my first time doing something great like that. I went straight up to my office and as soon as I arrived, my assistant at the front desk outside my office greets me with an excited smile on her face. I stopped in front of her and she handed me my coffee along with a bunch of multi-colored files that I managed to balance all in my arms without a struggle. "The income statement report is in the green folder, the marketing department sent it earlier this morning." She informed me and I glanced down at the files in my hands.

I had already reached the Canadian border one hour ago. I parked my car in the parking lot and headed to the front desk. The place although in the middle of nowhere was clean and well maintained. Apparently it had a lot of visitors. At the front desk was a well-built man. He was definitely a werewolf. As soon as I got inside he gave me a scrutinizing upside down look. -"Welcome Miss, how may I help you?" he said in a flat tone. -"I would like a single room for tonight" -"Certainly Miss. Your room is 254 on the second floor" he said and passed me the key.

He added, “Sally, go entertain the guests. I am returning to my room.” The man looked at his back till he shut the door behind him. Sally then said, “Sir, I need you to check in here. Would you mind showing me your ID?” Mr. Franklin handed Sally his identification card. After taking the ID, she silently typed his name on the computer before saying, “Mr. Jenson Franklin, your room is number 205. If you need anything, you can call the front desk. There is always someone here 24/7. Mr. Franklin then took his room key and went upstairs.

I don't think making Enzo wait for my purpose would be good. I settled down on the couch and Enzo sat next to me in a gym vest and shorts. Was he training in gym till now? He was sweaty but not much to bother.He switched on the MacBook he carried along and opened a document named Rexivo. "Here, these are the details of the suites and rooms and their bookings which are updated by our receptionists as soon as someone books a room. You can check it out if have any query and it isn't necessary to go through it everyday as our receptionists are good managing it."

She looked like a woman who’d had a long night audit, which was technically true. Adrian buttoned a clean shirt. Watched her find her staff badge. “Number,” he said. “You said you memorized it.” “I did. I want you to give it to me anyway. Consent looks good on you.” She recited it. He typed it into his phone and sent a single period. Her pocket buzzed. Proof. “Ten fifty-five,” she reminded him. “Front desk. You do not wink. You do not say my first name. You sign. You take the folio. You leave.”