Gold Reception Desk Novels & Stories

he says with a curt smile. Of course, Arthur isn’t even here yet. Of course he would make me wait. I take a seat in the slick leather chair across from his desk, the fabric squeaking as I settle in. For a moment, I glance around the room, taking in the pristine glass-top desk without so much as a finger smudge on it, the state-of-the-art computer, the glass of water refracting tiny rainbows across the desk’s surface, and most of all… The golden award for the Ordan Historical Society’s Cancer Benefit sitting on the windowsill.

"A gold card is for the CEO's partners as I told you before, and silver is for those who buy the invitation." Claire nodded her head, "No wonder." She dropped the card back into her bag. They got inside the beautiful space for the gala and everywhere was beautifully designed in pure white. Even the lights were white and no traces of any other color in the hall. "Damn! This guy is rich, that is why he is so arrogant." Claire said in a whisper to Finn. "You're right, ma'am. He must be hardworking as well." She nodded. She knew that only a hardworking person could own that much.

I took a deep breath before walking towards the entrance. One of the guards opened the door for me, so I thanked him politely. When I finally got inside, my eyes were immediately drawn to their luxurious lobby. Expensive-looking sofas were lined up in the middle, and there were beautiful plant decorations scattered around. At the far end was a high reception desk, and on both sides were rows of elevators. My eyes stopped at one particular elevator that was colored gold. Among all the elevators there, that one definitely stood out. I looked back at the reception desk and saw about ten women sitting there, busy assisting people.

The physician took the purse from Derek's hand, feeling its weight as he handed it over. She noticed that it was made of a rich, dark leather and had ornate gold detailing around the edges. As she opened the purse, the sight of the four large gold bars took her breath away. Each bar was approximately the size of her hand and glinted in the light of the chamber. The surface was smooth and flawless, with intricate designs etched into the metal. The physician couldn't help but run her fingers over the gold, marveling at its beauty.

Soft instrumental music pulsed low enough to feel more than hear, wrapping around her senses immediately. Luxury. Control. Power. Every inch of the space whispered it. A curved reception desk crafted from dark mahogany sat beneath a massive chandelier of hanging smoked glass crystals. Behind it stood shelves displaying crystal decanters, velvet-bound books, antique keys, and elegant black masks arranged like museum pieces. But what truly commanded attention was the man standing beside the desk. Sir Ash. Ruby understood instantly why no one got past him without permission. He was enormous.

I deserved better than this. … When Melissa saw me, she had none of the arrogant attitude from the phone call just now. She poured me a cup of coffee and timidly retreated to Yves' office. I glanced at the necklace around her neck. It was indeed beautiful. Golding Corp's CEO's office felt more like a child's playhouse than an office. Every inch was adorned with red and green decorations. Even the Christmas decorations in malls couldn't compare to the ones in his office. The first button dial on the office phone was plastered with a sticker of Melissa's face.

Emma knew that was the window that she would be looking out of that night. The first thing a person saw when they stepped into the front lobby would be this big beautiful chandelier made with gold metal and glass Situated on the right side of the of the room was a two seat lounge facing the sign in desk with two side chairs divided by end tables on each side of the two seat lounge with plenty of room in between them to access the sign in desk.

She implored and proceeded to knock once at a gold door. Really obsessed with that color. What Easton said about most of them being real gold came to his mind and he wondered if the doors too were made out of gold. The thought made him chuckle sheepishly but he quickly smothered the expression when Sally addressed him. "She is ready to see you." She ushered him in and turned to leave. "Good luck, sir." Alexander made his way into the elegant-looking space and immediately spotted the lady behind her desk, files and papers crammed her desk; it looked as though she was lost amongst paperwork.

It was very intimidating, and it made everyone look at me. I ignored the stares and concentrated on my surroundings. The hotel boasted an impressive design. The overall theme was gold and some traces of white. The reception area was elegant. At the center of the scene was a beautifully curved reception desk adorned with intricate floral carvings and paneling. The desk itself was made of polished wood, accented with detailed moldings, and featured soft lighting beneath the counter. Behind the desk, large floral arrangements in oversized, decorative vases stood out, composed of orange and white flowers.

Kendrick was sitting behind the desk, in an armchair with the same wood as the desk, with details in silver studs and the fabric in black and wine. On the left side of the office, at the same height as the desk, there is a side exit door, followed by a large shelf with various types of books on top, and a few closed doors at the bottom. On the right side there is a wooden and glass bookcase on top, with five shelves, and below closed with a double door and a third single door. On the shelves are some trophies, pictures and photos, as well as some framed certificates. The floor is in gray marble and has a rug with the SilverRage pack symbol, in black, wine and silver, which are the colors of