Bonds

Chapter 46

-Alex’s POV-

The air in my office hung heavy with a silence so thick it felt tangible. The three of us- myself, Amaya, and the woman who had introduced herself as Ms. Edwards-sat across from each other, an awkward tableau of simmering emotions and unspoken tension. My gaze was locked on Amaya, who studiously avoided my eyes, flitting her attention around the room as if desperately seeking an escape route.

I knew her well enough to recognize the telltale signs. She hadn’t wanted to be here. In fact, if she had her way, she wouldn’t have stepped foot inside this building, let alone my office.

Ms Edwards broke silence. “So…” she began, “did you have a chance to go over the designs I sent you already?”

My eyes flickered away from Anaya’s face. Truth be told, the redesign project hadn’t even registered on my radar. It was something the board had deemed necessary, a bureaucratic hurdle I hadn’t bothered to invest any emotional energy in. I hadn’t been interested in anything. Not since she left. But the project had to be done, a formality to be addressed.

“No,” I admitted bluntly. There was no point in pretending. I wasn’t interested in wasting time with polite lies, she didn’t look like she would appreciate it either.

Ms. Edwards seemed surprised by my honesty. A hint of a smile played on her lips. “Well, Mr. Thorne,” she said, her voice betraying a hint of amusement, “at least you’re being honest. No need for pretense, I appreciate that.”

I had guessed.correctly then. Pretenses were not part of her agenda. She preferred frankness, a quality I found oddly refreshing in this tense situation.

I leaned back in my chair, the leather creaking beneath me. “There’s no point in wasting either of our time.”

My gaze drifted back to Amaya, lost in thought, a frown etching lines on her forehead. For a moment, the anger simmering within

an inexplicable calming effect on my wolf. That was the had over me, a power that both

my shift in focus, Ms. Edwards cleared her throat, bringing my attention back to her. “Oh, forgive me,” she said, a touch of apology in her voice. “I was so eager to get

and irritation, perhaps – satisfaction at the fact that she hadn’t taken Ivan’s name

the man.

beneficial to have her involved in this project from the very beginning.

“Amaya would be what?”

her unguarded reaction. I knew what had happened. It was something she always did, talked to herself in her

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however, seemed oblivious to the momentary lapse. Ignoring the interruption, she simply turned the conversation back towards the project at hand.

all I gave, and that was all

for this redesign, but ultimately, this is your company, your vision. What do you envision for this

I hadn’t given much thought to the redesign before. But as she phrased it, the idea of creating a space that embodied the essence of my company, a space that resonated with

Collaboration is key. So, I guess I want the space to reflect that. Open floor plan, something that encourages interaction and communication. But also, there needs to be a focus on functionality. Clean lines, sleek design, nothing too

echoed, her voice thoughtful. “Those are excellent starting points. Is there a specific color palette you have in mind? Perhaps some materials you prefer

but certain things came to mind. “I like the idea of a modern feel,” I said finally. “Something clean and professional. Maybe

a spark of enthusiasm. “I see,” she said, her voice taking on a more animated tone. “A modern aesthetic with pops of color to add personality. And a blend of

excellent listener, prompting me with insightful questions that helped

to enjoy

said hesitantly, “but wouldn’t a

her, surprised to see her involve herself. Her brow was furrowed in concentration, a hint of her passion for design

could elaborate on your suggestion? Mr. Thorne mentioned the importance of collaboration, but also the need for focused