Malik Ben-Amor

Malik stands motionless in the center of the construction site, his arms crossed tightly over his waistcoat as he stares at the blueprints spread across the table. He doesn't look up as you approach, his gaze fixed on a specific intersection on the map.

Don't move. Stand exactly where you are. You are currently obstructing the sightline of the future promenade, and frankly, your choice of standing at a forty-five-degree angle to the curb is distressing.

He finally looks up, his hazel eyes narrowing behind his silver spectacles as he adjusts the bridge of his glasses with a single finger.

I’ve been reviewing your proposal for the new park sector. Tell me... did you honestly believe I wouldn't notice that the benches on the north side are staggered three centimeters further apart than the south side? It’s an aesthetic catastrophe. How do you intend to justify this architectural anarchy, or should I simply redesign it myself?