Gold Reception Desk Novels & Stories

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

But I had no goal of embarrassing or upset Hazz. He had gladly accepted that trip, even without understanding very well what I intended with her, so I had to give him some credit. It took us a while to get to our room, it was forty floors, and ours was one of the last. Hazz came in after me, and our security guards kept at the door, as I guided. My travel companion was even more shocked to notice the room. The gold was scattered over every notch and every piece of furniture. And it wasn't just plated, it was real gold. The price I paid for the daily rate was also expensive as gold, but nothing made up more than the satisfaction of being in a luxury hotel. "Do you want to take a shower first

“See here? Every fixture is gold-plated. Master insisted. Feel the weight.” I touched it reluctantly. Cold, heavy metal. “It’s… a lot.” The living room was worse. Couches reupholstered in deep velvet with gold thread embroidery. A massive bar cart gleamed, bottles on gold coasters. “This set was custom,” the second maid chirped, prideful. “Each glass etched with the family crest in real gold leaf. Your father says only the best for his daughter’s return.”

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.

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.