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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.”

faint pink. “Really?”

during our last call. He even said something about appreciating the balance between

and focused work

how much he liked my idea. Back

reverie, “let’s take a closer look at the different levels. Up here, on the top platform,

picture it – a clean, minimalist space bathed

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maybe even a ping pong

but I liked

creativity.

concluded, leading me towards the base of the structure, “we have the quiet zone. Soundproofed pods, comfortable ergonomic chairs, perfect for those times when someone needs

around the structure, Ms. Edwards explaining the finer detalls – lighting options, soundproofing materials, ventilation systems. It wasn’t just about aesthetics; it was about

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

wouldn’t have come together this well without your input. You have a real eye for design and a great understanding of how to create spaces that work

conversation, and I turned to see a young man standing awkwardly a few feet away. He wore

to know where to

screen.

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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…”

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

Demolished cubicle walls had been replaced with sleek glass partitions, allowing for visual connection while maintaining a sense of

small kitchenette. Modern stainless steel appliances gleamed under the

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

spaces.

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

done. We needed to finalize furniture selections, choose color palettes for the different zones,

and tucked under her arm. “So, Amaya,” she began, her voice brimming with enthusiasm, “what do you think about

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