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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.”

a faint pink. “Really?” I stammered,

He even

focused

he would specifically comment on how much he liked my idea. Back then we each did our own thing so

a closer look at the different levels. Up here, on

was taking shape. I could picture it – a clean, minimalist

leading me towards another section

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chairs, maybe even a ping

my face. A ping pong table? That was unexpected, but I liked the

creativity.

the base of the structure, “we have the quiet zone. Soundproofed pods, comfortable ergonomic chairs, perfect for those times when

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

had gone into the design. “The mix of open space and dedicated areas

“Thank you, Amayal it wouldn’t have come together this well without your input. You have a real eye for design and a great

felt good to be appreciated then. faint cough cut through our conversation, and I turned to see a young man standing awkwardly a few feet away. He wore a hard hat and a toolbelt, his face streaked

Ms. Edwards?” he asked hesitantly. “The electricians need to know where to run the wiring for the

screen.

H

nodded, a 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 here,” she pointed to a

needs to run…”

for a few minutes, discussing wire placement and outlet configurations. I took the opportunity to

with floor–to–ceiling windows bathing the interior in natural light. Demolished cubicle walls had been replaced with sleek glass partitions, allowing for visual connection while

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

is looking great,” I said to myself, a satisfied smile curving my lips. It was starting to feel real, this vision we’d meticulously crafted on paper, I could almost picture the employees bustling around, collaborating in the open areas, taking

spaces.

a wave of nostalgia hit me. I thought back to a time when this was what I wanted to do for him.

be done. We needed to finalize furniture selections, choose

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

shook my head, a genuine smile gracing my lips. “Honestly, Ms. Edwards,