Stacy POV
"Stacy, look, I can make my office as advanced as anyone can want but not this dreamy. Dreamy is for people to rest not work. I want some place that will be comfortable for my employees but also for their work." as he said that I look towards my plan and start to analyze it.
I got that he is right. I have mainly focused on people who will be in the building not on the work the are to do any sort of. Look like I made it slightly more of 5 star hotel than an office. I really need to get out of the comfort zone of people and start to think of certain things that will make everyone, from employees to employers to work instead of rest. I asked him for some time to which he agreed in second. He soon left but with my phone number to call me if any changes of plans were to take place. I signed as I took a sit on my office sofa and lean my head back to relax a bit as I got up again to start on a new plan for assignment.
I frustrated since me and my team came up with 3 plans and then rejected them as soon as they came up. Looks like a office building is more difficult than a hotel or mall. After a few more try, I decided to give it a break and to get some samples of office building to study first, starting from our own office but tomorrow. It's already time to go home and I don't want to be late as my princess must be waiting to tell me about her 1st day school experience.
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I love my daughter, my princess, my sunshine a lot!!!! But please can someone tell me how to shut her up. Oh God! I knew you daughter could talk a lot but now it's getting irritating. It started as soon as she enter the home. She began telling me about her school today. How she all other kids introduced their self. And then how they draw and paint and play and learn alphabet. She has repeated the alphabets A-B-C like 20 times and then talk about her new friends mainly a girl named Richa. She started talking as soon as she entered the main door, she continued talking even when I was refreshing her and changing clothes, and she is still talking. At first it was interesting, then been a little odd, now it's frustrating. Can I just stitch my daughter mouth for some time so that I can make dinner in some peace.
"Amaira, baby I can you go to your room and do something like draw or anything until I get dinner ready?" I asked in smooth voice.
"But mom.." she whine a little.
"Baby girl, ain't you getting hungry so please!"
"OK!" and she left. I let out a huff of relief as I start to prepare dinner. I made simple mixed vegetable sauté, beans rice and gravy. We had a quick and easy dinner and went to bed.
The best feeling in the world for me is to have my daughter in my arms while we sleep. Nothing could compare to the happiness and fulfillment of my heart than looking at Amaira smile while she sleeps stating how good her day was.