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.”

flushed a faint pink. “Really?” I

He even said something

focused work

my idea. Back then we each did our own

look at the different levels. Up here, on the top platform, we’ll have

picture it – a clean, minimalist space bathed in natural light, a perfect

down a level,” She continued, leading me towards another section

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even a ping pong table for some creative

was unexpected, but I liked the idea. A touch of fun could

creativity.

She concluded, leading me towards the base of the structure, “we have the quiet zone. Soundproofed pods, comfortable

soundproofing materials, ventilation systems. It wasn’t just about aesthetics; it was about creating a functional,

enthused, genuinely impressed with the level of detail and thought that had gone into

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

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

hesitantly. “The electricians need to know where to run the wiring for

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 specific spot on the plans, “so

needs to run…”

the blueprints for a few minutes, discussing wire placement and outlet configurations. I took the opportunity to wander around the rest of the space, my gaze

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

busy constructing a small kitchenette. Modern stainless steel appliances gleamed under the

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

spaces.

do for him. Alex had always been impersonal when it came to work and I tried but eventually let it

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

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

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