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My curiosity piqued. “Who is it?”

“Mr. Laing.” Who?

“I have no idea who that is, Mel.”

“He’s a developer. Should I send him in?”

“Yes.”

As stepped inside the office, my gaze landed on a well-built gentleman.

“Hello, I’m Marco Laing,” he introduced himself, extending his hand. “I’m the chief real estate developer for the company’s real estate portfolio.”

I shook his hand, intrigued. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Laing. I’m Azzaria, the interim assistant.”

As we exchanged greetings, Mr. Laing’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. “I’ve heard that you have a background in architecture and a strong interest in the field. Is that correct?”

I nodded, genuinely surprised. “Yes, that’s true. But may I ask how you know about my background?”

Marco leaned back in his chair, looking pleased. “Mr. Xander mentioned your background and your passion for architecture to me. He thought it would be a great idea to assign you some architectural work.”

A rush of excitement and gratitude welled up inside me. I remembered our conversation at the ice cream park, where I had shared my dream of an internship in my field of interest. He really did this for me?

“That’s amazing,” I replied. “I really appreciate the opportunity.”

His enthusiasm was infectious. “Come with me. I’ll show you where we draft all our architectural drawings and plans. You’ll be working closely with us, for today, and I’ll teach you everything you need to know.”

I followed him eagerly as he explained the intricacies of architectural work and showed me the drafting process in detail. The conversation was engaging, and I found myself soaking up knowledge.

He led me to a room within the office building that I hadn’t explored before, filled with drafting tables, design software, and various architectural blueprints. The room felt like a hidden treasure trove for someone like me who loved architecture.

I felt like I was in Heaven.

This was all so beautiful and way better than the practice ones we used at school. As we walked in, I couldn’t help but marvel at the detailed architectural drawings hanging on the walls. They were intricate and beautiful, each telling a story of design and precision.

Marco noticed my fascination and smiled. “I can see you appreciate architectural drawings.”

I nodded eagerly. “I’d love to learn more about this.”

He started by explaining the basics of architectural drawings, showing me the different types like floor plans, elevations, and sections.

“I remember learning this at school.”

“It’s normally in the first semester, if I’m not wrong.”

His passion for the subject was contagious, and I couldn’t help but be drawn into his explanation.

Mr. Laing went on to demonstrate how architects use various symbols and conventions to represent everything from walls and windows to doors and structural elements. He handed me a drafting pencil and showed me how to make straight lines, curves, and angles precisely.

It felt so good doing something I’m actually interested in.

We delved into specific projects the company was working on, and he showed me real architectural blueprints and design plans. He explained how to interpret them, read measurements, and understand the architect’s vision.

Hours flew by as we immersed ourselves in architectural discussions, and at around midday, we made our way back to the day office.

My day was well spent.

I still can’t believe he got this all done for me.

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