Front Desk Pdf Novels & Stories

When she reached her office, Alyssa was waiting outside the door. “Miss Ashford, the financial reports you requested are ready.” “Good. Bring them in.” Kira sat behind her desk and opened her laptop. Alyssa set a thick folder in front of her and left. The first page was a summary. Total purchases from Westbrook Industries over the past two years. Eight million dollars. Kira flipped to the next page. Itemized invoices. Bed frames. Mattresses. Desks. Chairs. Linens. She pulled up the original contract on her computer. The one the hotel had signed with Westbrook Industries.

What remained was quieter and more dangerous. “I will not stay long,” he said. Leah folded her hands together. “All right.” He placed the file on the table. Not the foundation file. A thin folder from Westbridge. “I wanted you to know what was recorded.” Her stomach tightened. “Recorded?” “Public schedule completed. Photographs taken in the common room only. No patient rooms entered. No adult wards visited. No deviation from revised route except the private waiting room.” He opened the folder and slid one page toward her.

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.

"Paper documents?" Darcy pulled up the invoice handover log. When Hall went to the front desk to collect documents, he had picked up a reimbursement folder labeled "Urgent — North." That folder must have guided him to the bait. "Who gave Hall that folder?" Asher asked. Darcy scrolled to the front desk schedule. Her gaze stopped. The person responsible for distributing urgent items was Chloe Brooks. The receptionist who sat at the front desk every day, smiling as she handed out coffee to everyone, seemingly harmless—the same girl who had come from the North Barrens with her.

“I’ll handle the staffing list.” “Make sure we know exactly where each person will be assigned.” “Already thinking about it.” She picked up a folder from the reception desk and walked toward the main office. I went into mine. The moment I sat down, I pulled the contract from my bag. I wanted to go through it again, this time without rushing. I checked the event date. The venue. The number of guests. The services Aurora was expected to provide. Everything seemed normal. Then I reached the section that contained the client information. I stopped. There was no name. I turned the page. Nothing. I checked the next page. Still nothing. My forehead tightened.

the receptionist replied. He brought out his wallet, and took out a wad of ten dollar bills, he counted out seven notes from them, and handed them over to her, he put the rest of the cash back into his wallet. The receptionist counted them and saw it was complete. “What’s your name sir?” she asked. “Jeff Prestakavich” he replied. “Occupation?”. “Computer salesman”. “Do you have any form of identification?” she asked. “Yes I do have my passport here with me” he said.

The lady at the front desk smiled at me and greeted me. “Good afternoon, sir. You’re here for?” “Lennon and Nikolaus Campbell.” “And you are, sir?” “Leslie Dietrich. Ben mentioned they’ll be here.” “Can I have an ID?” She asked, and I nodded. I handed her my ID. She checked through the records with my ID and the amount of security and effort impressed me they put to ensure the children went into safe hands. She returned my ID and made a phone call before offering a seat diagonal to her desk.

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That was never a good sign. “What is it?” Drake asked. “Mr. Brooke left a message for you down at the desk,”Ashroff said, holding out a tri-folded piece of paper. Drake took it from him, flipped it open, and read. Mr. Holt, I regret that I am too busy to entertain business consultations with you. Please be aware that I’ve taken the liberty of letting the front desk know that your suite will be paid in full as a thank-you for the thoughtful gift.