Gold Reception Desk Novels & Stories

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.

When she got inside, it was as if she entered another world. The whole place was well decorated with white and golden items. The walls, the furniture, the tables, and the chairs. Each table has a bottle of expensive wine, bottles of water, and other items on top of it, depending on the level. The tables were arranged in clearly defined elite tiers. The Bronze tables were reserved for guests whose net worth ranged from one hundred million to nine hundred million dollars, making them the lowest tier in the hall.

“Chromium, gold, silver... I'm allergic to all of them.” “Oh, I'm so sorry!” Debbie exclaims. “I had no idea. These keys are made of sterling silver. My grandpa got them specially built when he first started because he thought it'll add character to our motel. We had some people try to steal them too.” “You should probably replace those keys if that's happened.” Master Tsertinand grunts, swiping the key off the tabletop. “Thanks for the room.” With that, he drags me out of the office as Debbie yells, “enjoy the stay!” from behind us.

Nothing except the perfect wood used in designing the beautiful desk. She duck her head, squitting her eyes,to see if there's actually, any Special trait or button but there was none. “there's nothing here Mr. Gauis.”a hit of disappointment could be traced in her voice. Mr. Gauis smiled and pointed towards the lid of the desk, he then side his index finger into a space above the lid of the table. Emma was stunned. She was very sure she had never saw that before. He pressured on a button like design when his finger fits and she heard a cracking sound coming from the shelves different sizes of awards was kept.

His jaw drops down. “They were rare antiques.” His voice starts to rise. “Do you have any idea how long it took to source them and how much they cost?” She shrugs. “I can guess.” “I can’t believe you just gave them away, but even worse is what you’ve replaced them with!” As the men fail to hold back their snickers, he looks with horror at the gold desk, fluffy pink chairs, fur-covered notebooks, and gold pens topped with unicorn heads. “What the actual fuck, Kyoline Diego?” “Do you like it?” she trills at him.