Gold Reception Desk Novels & Stories

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

“Sir, I’m very sorry, I’m afraid your name’s not on the appointment list…the appointment list of the Chief Executive Officer is filled for the next three weeks.” She spoke eloquently with a reassuring smile that didn’t seem to have any effect on me. With my left elbow on the marble desk, and the wrapped ‘gold bar’ in my right hand, I cleared my throat while forcing a smile which was, and would never be a part of my personality. “Listen Miss…Aniefiok,” I called her name, looking at her identity card. “One thousand six hundred dollars, that’s the price of an ounce of gold, if you do not know. I’m better off dead than walking around with this ‘rock’ in my possession.” I told her while trying to

She smiled back, trying not to ruin the dinner date with her camouflage “Welcome to Gold paradise” Xander greeted her as she stepped out of the car. Callie can’t believe how luxurious everything is. Every inch of the place is polished and gleaming, and the furniture and decor are exceptional. As they got hallway, Xander pops out a gold room key. He slid it in, and the door opened. They walked in and dropped off some of their belongings. The bedroom is so elegant, it has a king-sized covered in gold sheets. The light is low, casting a sensual glow about the room.

he said. "Almost there where?" I demanded. "Where are we?" "Right here," he said and pushed open a door. The door swung open to reveal the most equisite room I've ever seen in my life. It was huge. My bedroom tripled over would probably match the size, but barely. Every single furnishing was done in gold. It looked like pure gold too. From the door handle to the cabinets, the edges of the bed frame and even the curtain hooks! A huge chandelier hung from the ceiling giving off a warm golden light that made the room look even more magnificent.

My usual bartending job is a dive compared to this place, and not just because I have made double what I would typically make in tips. The hallway is bordering on opulent, with chandeliers hanging from above and navy wallpaper that just screams money. Every door I have passed in my search for a toilet has had a gold handle—and I think they're actual gold. I wince, doing a little shuffle as I pry open the next door and find another bedroom, my bladder’s insistence interrupting my admiration again. I spot the tub through the open door and chew my lower lip for a moment of contemplation. My bladder threatens me one more time, and I know there's no chance of me making it to the actual bathroom.

Silver candelabras with flickering candles added to the ambiance, casting dancing shadows across the room. Subtle touches of gold accents adorned the dining hall, from the trimmings on the chairs to the delicate patterns on the tableware. The overall effect was one of understated opulence, befitting the prestigious event hosted by the Lockwood Corporation, where every detail was designed to impress and evoke a sense of exclusivity.

His silver cufflinks glinted when he adjusted his coat, and he carried a gold-handled cane; not that he needed it, but to show who was in control. Inside, Divas Delux was a swirl of music and money. Chandeliers, the size of cars were all over in the ceiling. There were mirrors in the walls, and velvet couches filled the space. Guests sipped champagne from tall glasses, waiters in white gloves were passing between them with silver trays. A massive banner hung across the main hall: WELCOME RUGER in big gold letters.

"She's my girlfriend." "No, I'm not. We broke up a long time ago." Yael, with a grin, eyed Caleb and could not help but notice the ring he was holding. "An HD ring? I remember at the auction, Mr. Brooks and I were both after the Heart of the Ocean. I knew I couldn't outbid him, but he stopped at three million dollars. Do you prefer this diamond ring?" Yael's words shocked me. Three million dollars for that necklace? Yael sure knew how to waste money.

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."

Bars upon bars of pure gold, not ordinary bullion, but stamped with ancient official seals. Alongside them lay antique calligraphy, paintings, and property deeds. “These are gifts for Claire,” Henry said in a tone so even it might have been a casual remark about a basket of fruit. “These chests contain gold, these deeds represent several office buildings in the city center, and this…” He laid a document on the coffee table. “I noticed you’ve been fretting over that overseas merger. Consider it done.” The room fell into a suffocating silence. Ethan’s eyes nearly popped from his sockets as he dashed forward, clutching Henry’s leg.