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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

He even said something about

and focused

deepened. I mean I didn’t think he would specifically comment on how much he liked my idea. Back then

Up here, on the top platform, we’ll have a dedicated presentation

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

a level,” She continued, leading me towards another section of the frame,

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ping pong

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

creativity.

have the quiet zone. Soundproofed pods, comfortable ergonomic chairs, perfect for

ventilation systems. It wasn’t just about aesthetics; it was about creating a functional, comfortable space that catered to the diverse needs of

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

without your input. You have a real eye for design and a great understanding

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 presentation area’s

screen.

H

and began studying them with a practiced eye. “The projector will be mounted on the ceiling, right here,” she pointed to a specific spot on the plans, “so the

needs to run…”

placement and outlet configurations. I took the opportunity to wander

Demolished cubicle walls had been replaced with sleek glass

steel appliances gleamed under the harsh lights, and a row of sleek bar stools

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 breaks in the comfortable

spaces.

do for him. Alex had always been impersonal when it came to work and I tried but eventually let it go when he wouldn’t

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

and tucked under her arm. “So, Amaya,” she began, her voice brimming with enthusiasm,

genuine smile gracing my lips. “Honestly, Ms. Edwards, I’m impressed. It’s exactly how I envisioned it. Maybe