Gold Reception Desk Novels & Stories

There was no time to think about my mortality now. As I finished off the last of my drink, Bishop whisked me back to my new office. It had an entrance directly to the Great Court but the main entrance was accessible through the Lesser Courts. The gold motif continued and I wondered if it fulfilled some kind of fetish for Trick. The wall paper was cream with gold flecks, the writing desk was cast in gold, the chandelier shimmered with Swarovski crystals in gold settings. Sunlight gleamed through windows trimmed in gold and the whole room had a wicked glare to it. First order of business, sheers to diffuse the light.

Her black skinny jeans might have been a bad idea in such warm weather, but they went so well with her tight khaki t-shirt, that she didn't mind. She reached the Lord's office door and taking his advice from the other night, she threw the door open without hesitation, to see the Lord sat at his desk. Sephora quickly absorbed the contents of the room, as she glanced around. The entire room was made of every kind of precious stone. Granite floors sparkled under the sunlight pouring in the room, polished limestone walls held up large square bay windows, framed by thick red curtains. The Lord's desk was made of pure black obsidian, that had been polished so much it looked like liquid night. The Lor

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.

"The boardrooms are gone. The files are gone. There’s nothing left between us but the dirt and the gold." He hoisted her up, his hands catching her thighs as she wrapped her legs instinctively around his waist. He carried her toward the massive mahogany desk, clearing the remaining tablets and gold pens with one violent sweep of his arm. The clatter of the metal hitting the floor was a finality that sealed out the rest of the world.

"It's just a little something to celebrate." Her eyes searched his, the curiosity and excitement building. "But don't you think it's too early? George has not been punished for his wrongdoings yet." "It's never too early to celebrate us, Willow." Knox took his seat opposite her, his hands shaking slightly as he reached into his pocket and felt the velvet box that had been in there for days now. The waiter approached, popping open the champagne with a flourish, the sound echoing through the room. The bubbly liquid flowed into their glasses, and Knox took a deep breath.

Once the lid opened up, A golden stapler, notebook, pen, and other small office materials appeared. Her name was engraved on each object in silver lines against the golden hues. At first glance, one would know they were custom-made. Heidi's smile widened. “What are these for?” “I haven't congratulated you properly yet for becoming the AG Group's President.” “Oh…” Heidi checked them out. They were all made with pure gold. The materials must be tiny, but their price definitely wasn't. “Thank you for the gifts.” “Is that all?” He raised one eyebrow, and her cheeks heated up.

"Their backs are turned: they're on the edge of the garden. We'll move out slowly, then walk to the edge of the forest. Then we'll escape together. Alright?" I nodded. "Alright." He offered his hand to me and I slipped my fingers into his. However tanned he looked, his hand was as cold as ice. "Ready?" He asked, and I nodded in the affirmative. And together we slowly stood up from under the table. Again the sight of several dead people met my eyes. It was hard to look away, hard to ignore the blood and the unseeing eyes and the cold, deathly silence. Hard to see where people had once dined on my account, flowing with blood. My heart was broken beyond fixing.

In fact, this building acted as the headquarters of all the businesses owned by Ansel Winston. She was brought back from her thoughts by the ding sound of the elevator telling them that they had arrived at their destination. Fey pulled her out all excited and they went to a desk in the middle of the hall in the floor where the elevator opened. Denise took a quick look and she could tell that this was a high end office. There were two offices on each side of the reception desk made of transparent glass. One had a man inside and the other had two ladies on different desks working on their computers. At the end of the hall behind the lady seated at the reception desk, there was a huge door writ

A crystal chandelier hangs from a high ceiling, casting delicate light over a white marble desk with rose-gold detailing. Plush cream velvet chairs sit on a muted floral rug, and floor-to-ceiling sheer drapes frame tall windows. The walls are adorned with abstract art in blush and gold, and a delicate scent of fresh peonies lingers in the air. Every detail whispers luxury and taste. “Wow.” She trailed her fingers on the marble desk in awe, a beautifully carved glass piece was placed on the table with the inscription: Aurora Thompson, beneath it was—CEO. “You like it right?.” Cody asked, his hands in his pants pocket.

"Oh great, then I don't need to go over all that." "Don't waste your breath on it." Nya laughs. "Alright then." They arrived at the floor where her office is, there was a desk located right in the left corner which was Nia's work area. Sylvia's office has glass walls around it so that anyone can see everything inside. Nya pushed open the glass door and stepped to the side and gestured for her to walk in first. She stepped into the room and looked around. The room was coated with a jade color, her desk was neat with a few folders, books, and pens organized in one place.