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.

That would w— “Oh Hi Miss. Back already?” The front desk officer chimed when he saw me walking up. “I hope you still like it. I've got your remaining orders packed and ready.” “Actually I—” Wait. What? I got to the front desk and my line of vision widened to notice the five packed paper bags over the counter. “I didn't… order anything else” I said. “I did” someone answered beside me, and the familiar voice nearly impaled me. Still, I found the strength to turn… and meet his eyes.

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.

In the Hyatt Group. On the wall of the front desk, there were two big words, "Hyatt Group", which were inlaid with a golden background and full of vigorous strength. The "Hyatt Group" was like a flying dragon, magnificent and eye-catching, which made people dare not underestimate it. "Sorry, you didn't make an appointment, I can't let you in." The receptionist said in a professional tone. Angela stood at the front desk anxiously and said earnestly, "I just want to ask your president about something. I'm in a hurry."

And now that we had a name… It was only a matter of time before Jaxon decided what to do next. Jaxon didn’t wait long. He grabbed his phone and room card, his face set with a quiet kind of fire. I followed him out the door before he could tell me not to. Downstairs, the front desk was quiet. The receptionist, a young woman with a soft accent, smiled politely as we approached. Jaxon didn’t bother returning it. “Hi,” he said, calm but firm. “I’d like to confirm a detail on one of your guest records.” Her smile faltered. “I’m sorry, sir, we can’t disclose guest—”

He was also not my friend. Who exactly was bold enough to give him a presidential suite? I ignored the crowd’s chatter and looked at the hotel front desk clerk. “Who is your front desk manager? I want to see them.” “Pah!” The front desk clerk gave me a contemptuous look. “Do you want to see our front desk manager? Look at you. You’re a total mess. Who are you to see her?” I could not be bothered to argue with her. I took out my phone and called Grandview Group’s corporate customer service number.