Gold Reception Desk Novels & Stories

"Good evening, Miss Rios." Chloe smirked arrogantly seeing my calm and composed behavior. She stepped forward confidently, detaching herself slightly from Lucas’s hold, walking slowly and gracefully toward me, swaying her hips deliberately and proudly. She was wearing a stunning emerald green dress, sparkling diamond earrings, and around her neck hung a very familiar and expensive necklace — a jewelry set Lucas had bought and gifted me exactly on our fourth wedding anniversary, a piece which I hadn't worn in months and had kept safely inside my jewelry box. Seeing it adorning her neck, sparkling brightly against her skin, openly displayed as her precious possession, was clearly done delibera

Zara's POV The Golden Gate Hotel was among the priciest and most opulent establishments I have ever visited. Thick, pricey off-white curtains draped the tall windows, and the reception desk, walls, and floors were all constructed and covered in expensive white marble. Signature paintings by well-known painters lined the walls, and a massive fountain screamed wealth and prestige in the middle of the reception area. "I am a little surprised, but that seems like a picture of a famous football player," Kaya gasped.

Are you ready to handle that? "Go on. Get this driver out of here." Little did they know, my simple outfit was tailor-made by top-notch designers. I had been so swamped taking over my father's company over the last couple of years that I had not been around much. They had not seen me, and based on their shallow take on my looks, they fell for Henry's story hook, line, and sinker. The staff's voice was icy as they said, "Sorry, sir, this area is for authorized personnel only."

He was not fine. Two hours on, when we got to the hotel, I forgot how to breathe once again. The Gold Pavilion—well-named—was a masterpiece of opulence. Gold trim framed the high glass doors, and inside, a chandelier so big it seemed like a sun hanging in space. Gold tables, gold-stamped floors—anything that yelled money. People actually paid millions to stay a night here.

Was he trying to get a rise out of me? No he actually wanted me here, hence his insistent texting and gloating and fucking hell he looked explosively beautiful. In his study that was surrounded by the shelves of large bookcases, His desk was crafted from tempered glass and brushed steel, creates an impression of effortless elegance. With sleek, angular lines and a floating design, it commands attention while maintaining a sense of openness. The surface is clean, almost seamless, with discreet LED lighting that highlights the sharp edges of the desk, enhancing its modernity.On the desk sits his laptop with a mouse to complement the tech setup his chair black leather.

I bit my lip nervously and glanced at Logan, he was tugging at his sleeves uneasily. "Here we are," the golden haired lady announced blithely as she unlocked the door. Logan and I stepped in after her, a cosy sight welcoming us. The ceiling was as splendid as the one in the lobby area, a smaller diamond chandelier suspended in the middle. Royal red carpet flooded the floor, a huge mahagony desk in one corner, a warm traditional fireplace below a fifty inch television set, cream coloured plush sofa on one side, a wooden closet matching the desk beside it and a bed three times bigger than the double bed in my room with twenty different sized pillows stood in the centre of the airy room. "How's

But the way people moved aside for him, the way even the other alphas stepped back, told me everything I needed to know. This was someone powerful. "Ten gold from the hooded bidder," the trader said, his voice suddenly nervous. Garrett's scarred face went dark. "Twelve." "Twenty." The hooded man didn't hesitate. Gasps ran through the crowd. Twenty gold pieces could buy a house. A farm. A whole herd of cattle. Garrett looked like he wanted to rip someone's throat out. His hand went to the knife at his belt. "Twenty-five." "Fifty."

Arden Luca. Grace felt her breath hitching the moment Orion opened the door. On instinct her orbs landed on dark mahogany desk in the centre with a leather seat that looked strangely comfortable to sit on, situating behind the desk. A tall floor to ceiling wall of glass on the back of table that gave full view of the city of lights. A spacious wooden shelf on left wall where several books were placed, and few decors and antiques that she had rarely seen. The office room looked minimal and modernised.

"And this is yours." I walked inside and almost lost my breath. The office was vast. A solid mahogany desk sat in front of a window overlooking Central Park. Modern leather chairs lined the far wall, and a private tasting table stood ready for menu preparations. On the brass nameplate mounted beside the door, bold black letters read: GABBY ENI — EXECUTIVE DIRECTOR OF HOSPITALITY.

This was on another level. Mom smiled at the young woman seated behidnthe massive desk. "Hi, we have an 11 o'clock appointment with-" Oh, my God. There was a fucking gold here on the walls too! What? Was this building made of the stuff?! "Of course," the blonde receptionist smiled sweetly. "Please follow me into the wating area. He should be down momentarily."