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.

Up here, on the top platform, we'll have a dedicated presentation area. Large projector screen, sleek modern furniture, the whole

a platform was taking shape. I could picture it - a clean, minimalist space bathed in natural light, a perfect stage for

level," She continued, leading me towards another section of the

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chairs, maybe even a ping pong table for

my face. A ping pong table? That was unexpected, but I liked the idea. A touch of fun could go a long way

creativity.

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

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

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

hesitantly. "The electricians need to know where to run the

screen.

H

smile 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

needs to run..."

a few minutes, discussing wire placement and outlet configurations. I took the opportunity to wander around the rest of

light. Demolished cubicle walls had been replaced with sleek glass partitions, allowing for visual connection while maintaining

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

starting to feel real, this vision we'd meticulously crafted on paper, I

spaces.

to do for him. Alex had always been impersonal when it came to

done. We needed to finalize furniture selections, choose color palettes

under her arm. "So, Amaya," she began, her

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

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

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