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.

reverie, “let's take a closer look at the different levels. Up here, on the top platform, we'll have a dedicated presentation

where a platform was taking shape. I could picture it - a clean,

continued, leading me towards another section of the frame, "we have the

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maybe even a ping pong

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

creativity.

the structure, "we have the quiet zone. Soundproofed

options, soundproofing materials, ventilation systems. It wasn't just about aesthetics; it was about creating

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 turned to see a young man standing awkwardly a few

need to know where

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 be mounted on the ceiling, right

needs to run..."

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

light. Demolished cubicle walls had been replaced with sleek glass partitions, allowing

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

feel real, this vision we'd meticulously crafted on paper, I could almost picture the employees bustling

spaces.

time when this was what I wanted to do for him. Alex had always been impersonal when it came to

lot to be done. We needed

neatly rolled up and tucked under her arm. "So, Amaya," she began, her voice brimming with enthusiasm, "what do you think about the progress so far? Any initial concerns or

lips. "Honestly, Ms. Edwards, I'm

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

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