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.

here, on the top platform, we'll have a dedicated

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

me towards another section of the frame, "we have the brainstorming

1/3

90%1

Chapter 67

ping pong table

but I liked the idea. A touch of fun could go a long

creativity.

me towards the base of the structure, "we have the quiet zone. Soundproofed pods, comfortable ergonomic chairs,

systems. It wasn't just about aesthetics; it was about creating a functional, comfortable space

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.

"The electricians need to know where to run the

screen.

H

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..."

blueprints for a few minutes, discussing wire placement and outlet configurations. I took the opportunity to wander around the rest of the space, my gaze flitting across the various sections taking

the interior in natural light. Demolished cubicle walls had been replaced with sleek glass partitions, allowing for

one corner, a team of workers was busy constructing a small kitchenette. Modern stainless steel appliances gleamed under the harsh lights,

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

spaces.

was what I wanted to do for him.

refocus. There was still a lot to be done. We needed to finalize furniture selections, choose color palettes for the different zones, and address any logistical

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

"Honestly, Ms. Edwards, I'm impressed. It's exactly how I envisioned

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

2,3

Sat, 22 Jun &

Chapter 67