Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

Chapter 67

-Maya's POV-

The cacophony of construction filled the air - hammering, sawing, drill whines echoing through the uast putted space. Amidst the chaos, I

stood frozen, a lone island of calm in a sea of activity.

People scurried around me like busy ants-construction workers in hard hats, electricians wrestling with wires, a team of painters meticulously applying a coat of crisp white to the exposed brick wall. I barely registered their presence, my mind lost in a whirlwind of thoughts.

"Amaya?" Ms. Edwards' sharp voice cut through my fog. She stood beside me, her clipboard clutched in one hand, the other resting on her hip. "Come on, earth to Amaya. Let's see what you think of this."

I blinked, forcing myself back to reality. This was it. The moment of truth. After weeks of planning, mood boards, late nights spent poring over blueprints and fabric swatches, the redesign was finally taking shape. A nervous flutter rose in my stomach.

"Right, sorry," I mumbled, forcing a smile. "Sure, what is it?"

She gestured towards the center of the room, where a team of workers were assembling a massive structure. It looked like a giant metal frame, but the details were still shrouded in scaffolding and tarpaulin. "That." She announced with a flourish, "is the centerpiece of our open floor plan - the collaboration hub."

"Collaboration hub?" I repeated, peering at the skeletal structure. "Explain?"

Her smile widened. "Ah, yes! The heart of this new design. It's a multi-level platform, essentially. We'll have different sections dedicated to different types of collaboration - brainstorming zones, breakout areas for smaller meetings, even a quiet zone with soundproofed pods for

focused work."

My eyebrows shot up. "That's actually a great idea," I admitted. "I remember suggesting dedicated quiet zones during the initial meeting with Mr. Thorne."

A hint of amusement flickered in her eyes. "Indeed you did," she conceded. "And a great idea it was. Mr. Thome was quite impressed with your suggestion, you know."

My cheeks flushed a faint pink. "Really?" I stammered, surprised,

"Absolutely. He specifically mentioned it during our last call. He even said something about appreciating the balance between open

collaboration and focused work areas."

My surprise deepened. I mea I didn't think he would specifically comment on how much he liked my idea. Back then we each did our own thing so we didn't get in each other's way.

the different levels. Up here, on the top platform, we'll have

to a section of the frame where a platform was taking shape. I could picture it - a clean,

leading me towards another section of

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beanbag chairs, maybe even a ping

ping pong table? That was unexpected, but I liked the idea. A

creativity.

the quiet zone. Soundproofed pods,

explaining the finer detalls - lighting options, soundproofing materials, ventilation systems. It wasn't just about aesthetics; it was about creating a functional, comfortable space that

areas really creates a sense of balance." She beamed. "Thank you, Amayal it wouldn't have come together this well without your input. You have a real eye for design and a great understanding of how to create spaces that work for people." Warmth spread through me at her praise. It felt good to be appreciated then. faint cough cut through our conversation, and I

Ms. Edwards?" he asked hesitantly. "The electricians need to know where to run

screen.

H

still lingering on her face. "Of course, Michael. Let's see..." She pulled out a roll of blueprints and began studying them with a practiced eye. "The projector will be mounted on the ceiling, right here," she pointed

needs to run..."

configurations. I took the opportunity to wander around the rest of the space, my gaze flitting across

windows bathing the interior in natural light. Demolished cubicle

small kitchenette. Modern stainless steel appliances gleamed under

vision we'd meticulously crafted on paper, I could almost picture the employees bustling around, collaborating in the open areas, taking breaks in the

spaces.

do for him. Alex had always been

done. We needed to finalize furniture

now neatly rolled up and tucked under her arm. "So, Amaya," she began,

head, a genuine smile gracing my lips. "Honestly, Ms. Edwards, I'm impressed. It's exactly how I

spread across her face. "Excellent! That's what I like to hear. Now, let's talk about the color scheme for

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