Bonds

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.”

cheeks flushed a faint pink. “Really?” I stammered,

last call. He even said something about

focused work

I didn’t think he would specifically comment on how much he liked my idea. Back then we each did

closer look at the different levels. Up here, on the top platform,

taking shape. I could picture it –

down a level,” She continued, leading me towards another section of the frame, “we have the brainstorming zone.

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maybe even a ping pong table for

was unexpected, but I liked the idea. A touch of fun could go a long way

creativity.

Soundproofed pods, comfortable ergonomic chairs, perfect for

finer detalls – lighting options, soundproofing materials, ventilation systems. It wasn’t just about aesthetics; it was about creating a functional, comfortable space that catered to the diverse needs of the

the level of detail and thought that had gone into the design. “The mix of open space

you, Amayal it wouldn’t have come together this well without your input. You have a

then. faint cough cut through our conversation, and I turned to see a

to

screen.

H

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 to a

needs to run…”

configurations. I took the opportunity to

light. Demolished cubicle walls had been replaced with sleek

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

real, this vision we’d meticulously crafted on paper, I could almost picture

spaces.

for him. Alex had always been impersonal when it

There was still a lot to be done. We needed to finalize furniture

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

lips. “Honestly, Ms. Edwards, I’m impressed. It’s exactly how I