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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.”

flushed a faint pink. “Really?” I

He specifically mentioned it during our last call. He even said

focused work

on how much he liked my idea. Back then we each did our own thing so we didn’t get in each other’s

“She continued, her voice cutting through my reverie, “let’s take a closer look at the different levels. Up here, on the top platform, we’ll have a dedicated presentation

could picture it – a clean, minimalist space bathed in natural light, a perfect stage for showcasing

another section of the frame, “we have

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a ping pong table for some creative

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

creativity.

leading me towards the base of the structure, “we have the quiet zone. Soundproofed pods, comfortable ergonomic chairs, perfect

the structure, Ms. Edwards explaining the 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

with the level of detail and thought that had gone into the design.

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

felt good to be appreciated then. faint cough cut through our conversation, and I turned to see a young man standing awkwardly

he asked hesitantly. “The electricians need to know where

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,

needs to run…”

discussing wire placement and outlet configurations. I took the opportunity

interior in natural light. Demolished cubicle walls had been replaced with sleek glass partitions, allowing for visual connection while maintaining

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

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,

spaces.

me. I thought back to a time when this was what I wanted to do for him. Alex had always

to be done. We needed to finalize furniture selections, choose color palettes for the different zones, and address any logistical challenges that might

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

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