Gold Reception Desk Novels & Stories

She tried to calm herself even though she was about to snap but she didn't. The receptionist didn't ask them anymore because Xanti was also booked them so they continued to enter. There was another woman guiding them to get to a big door. The two of them entered and they saw the others already inside, the gold was also lying on the floor. The man inspected what they were carrying.

The walls are a dark green and the floor is made of grey washed floorboards, the doors are made of dark mahogany and have golden placards on them, telling everyone exactly what they can find behind it. She guides us through the hallway and into an office. The color scheme from the hallway continues but the room feels much lighter. In the middle stands a desk with a glass tabletop and golden legs, behind the desk there are two big windows with white curtains. In the far corner stands a big bookcase made of glass and gold, accompanied by a velvet green sofa with soft golden cushions and a white furry rug.

I was glad it was no longer a twisted mess. The elevator dinged and the doors opened, I stepped out looking to the left and right before seeing there was only doors to the right it was just an empty wing to the left, easy enough for me! I made my way to the third door, it was large with a milk white window in the middle but just under it was a golden name plate that read "Theodeus Castellanos Director of The Department of Revenue". I opened the door expecting a receptionist to great me but the desk behind the window was empty. I walked up and looked down there was nothing at the desk only a bell in front of the glass. I hated the sound of those bells I insisted we never have them at the Wine

Everything in here cost a fortune, my father's life savings. The setting is a combination of furniture that befits royalties, white walls, art designs and a very huge sparkling golden chandelier located at the center of the floor in-between my desk. I kept looking in amazement. As I continued staring, my attention shifted to the desk that seemed to be mine.

I don't know why I didn't think of it straight away, of course, he would be attracted to my body, it's the damn same as Kali's. He walked me all the way to the end of the corridor until we came to a circular little room. It had a beautiful gold and duck egg blue swirling design on the floor. Either side of the room were two gold tables with marble tops, each with matching cream and gold vases sitting on top of them. The vases were filled with cream roses, they both also had a gold ornate mirror above them. Above us was a beautiful crystal and gold chandelier. In front of us stood a set of double doors, they had gold pillars framing them. The doors themselves where cream in color, and in the

The golden doors automatically slid open for them as they approached. The interior of the diner looked very homey. Couches and tables made up the reception, several famous celebrities were sitting in wait drinking champagne and eating all sort. Rowan led them to the reception desk and slid a golden ticket towards the receptionist. “Mr Rowan and Miss Vivian. Room 97. Enjoy your stay.” The female receptionist cut the ticket at the top and gave them a golden pass card. “Please follow me.” A red-haired female usher said and led them into an elevator.

My heart swells with joy, I’m finally taking a step toward my future dreams even if the long term stay isn’t yet guaranteed, I’m determined to put in my best. We finally come to stop at the third and last office, the biggest one on the floor. The nameplate reads, CEO. Glory presses the button on the door handle, after some seconds the it dings and automatically. opens. A golden chandelier sparkles from above, glass walls, shiny leather chairs and a vast masculine space. The air in the room was soothing, faint scent of mint lingers in the air, almost familiar. At the desk, a man with dark, styled hair has his back to them, the office telephone cord trailing from his hand.

I'm sick and twisted for wanting him. The service resides in a tall upscale building downtown. We walk from the elevator into a lavish front office that looks like a high-end medical reception area minus the magazines. The front desk is teakwood with gold script writing on the front that says, "Elegant Escorts." The white walls throughout the large room are embellished with wainscot accents and more artistically displayed artwork. The place screams luxury. Mak has good taste, unlike my brother, who thinks art is the cold, dead body of animals or bloody hunting pictures. He also believes the gold he wears around his neck shows how wealthy he is.

It could only be genuine gold, a testament to the extravagance of this estate. With a firm knock from Astrea and synchronized movements, Asterin and Astrea swung open the door, revealing a breathtaking sight: the dining room. Its ceiling soared to dizzying heights, reminiscent of a royal castle. Rich hues of gold and crimson enveloped the space, evoking a sense of regality. Golden raven statues perched at each corner, adding an air of mystique to the already majestic ambiance.

Prosecutor Golden stood before me with a fierce gaze and a scowling mouth. “If you want to complain about that scandal, you should go to the police station.” “I want you to arrest him, so I brought information for you.” The man raised an eyebrow. Slowly, he stepped back and gave me some room to enter his office. Prosecutor Golden’s office wasn’t very large, but it was sufficient to accommodate visitors with a long conference table, several chairs, and three sets of assistant desks. At the end of the room was a large black wooden desk with a small nameplate reading “Prosecutor Golden” on it. There were also piles of documents and cardboard boxes on the floor. Metal cabinets lined the other en