Gold Reception Desk Novels & Stories

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.

She made her way up to the door and walked into to go to the reception area. The great hall that was the entranceway held the sound in an unusual way. It seemed those that were on the far side of the room were whispering in your ear. Deanna wondered if this was a trick of the architecture or if it was simply the lost souls that were trapped in the building trying to find a way out. Then she shook her head and trying to push those thoughts out of her head. She didn’t want to be one who fell victim to this place. She waited for her turn and then walked up to the window that ad triple panes plexiglass surrounding it. What a comfort to be able to see the safety measures that even the most basic

In the centre of the compound stood an eagle cast entirely in gold—not gold plated, not gold coloured, but solid gold. Every single inch of this place screamed abundant wealth and affluence. When we walked in, the space held almost nothing else: a few low chairs in dark leather, a reception desk of black marble, art on the ceiling that I recognized from an auction I had attended two years ago, where the winning bid had been thirty seven million. Despite myself, I couldn't help but look around in awe. It all made sense why it had been so difficult to get the CEO on board. This person definitely had nothing left to want. Which meant there was nothing left for anyone home and abroad to offer. T

The girl at the reception desk is a panther shifter, though extremely young and instantly terrified of me. “Can I… help you,” she asks, trying to keep herself together. I fumble through my phone and find the picture I’m looking for, then show it to her. “I want this but the jewelry can’t be silver, obviously,” I say, then drop a few thousand dollars in cash on the desk. Her face flushes, and I’m not sure if it's the picture or the money. But either way, she gathers it up and nods, then points to the waiting area.

Exposed wood gave it a certain woodsy but money feel to it. Luna June moved to the desk where books were laid out over it. Alpha Hunter and Luca stood at the door, watching us. “So, I was thinking maybe something like this?” She held out a book with a deep red and gold decorations. “It should match the center really well.” Still, she flipped through the pages. “That’s pretty.” I said, pointing to a deep blue and silver color scheme. “I did look at that. However, the center has gold dining utensils and not silver. Something I desperately need to order.”

I mean, the only reason I'm in such an ungodly place such as this is because of him in the first place. “Seriously this isn't the time for your sarcastic word play Stefan, I really can't let her find out I'm here so just—” I took a sudden pause as the sound of footsteps drummed closer, Silver seemed to already be in closer proximity. “Miss Gold, that's a private room space, we can't allow you to pass through, well, not right now ma'am,” the lady at the desk voice echoed, her words strained with politeness seemed to have stopped Silver's on moments early.

Don't bother me again. Tessa looked defiant as she took out a wrapped gift. It was an accessory from a luxury brand that was favored by men in the upper class. When I was young, I had once imagined that I would be able to own such jewelry in the future if I worked hard. In the past two days, two women had presented me with them. Tessa held the gift box and said seriously, "Ethan, let's get married. I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Give me another chance."

He trailed off, strained. Fallon exchanged looks with Jayems. Keilor asked calmly, “Who else have you notified?” “No one! I didn’t want to say anything until someone else had confirmed what we thought. Come in and see for yourselves.” Dorron ushered them in and led them through a room of severely plain furnishings made of the most expensive materials. Behind the massive desk, he stopped and stared at a small heap of orange dust. It looked like someone had dumped a bucket of dirt out on the carpet.

A few whispered rapidly to their neighbors, hands covering their mouths. The sheer extravagance of the gift felt unreal, especially after the tiny, almost insulting offer from the Reynolds earlier. The announcer did not pause long. He moved to the lady in the middle, who held a tray with both hands. Five bars of glittering gold rested upon it, each one reflecting the hall lights with a blinding shine. “Leux gold bars,” the announcer said, pointing at the tray. His tone carried weight, and even the air felt heavier for a moment.

Just kept typing, my arrival was a minor interruption to him. I closed the door behind me with a soft click that felt too loud in the quiet room. “Sit,” he said. I crossed the carpet on legs that felt like they belonged to someone else and lowered myself into the chair directly opposite him. The desk between us was polished dark wood. My hands went to my lap, fingers twisting the hem of my skirt. He reached out without looking away from the screen and pushed something across the desk toward me. A gold case, crisp dark face Rolex.