He closed the laptop. Outside, the city was still dark. In six months, when the first goal was scored in that stadium, fifteen thousand people would cheer. They would cheer for the players. They would cheer for the team.
Amir took a sip of cold coffee. He zoomed in. The clash was subtle—a mere 2mm overlap. Most rookies would ignore it, hoping the fabrication tolerance would absorb the error. But Amir had learned the hard way. He once ignored a 1mm clash on a mezzanine level. The result? A bolt hole misalignment that cost the site crew three days and the project forty thousand dollars.
He clicked . A whirring sound filled his headphones as the server rendered 300 sheets of perfectly dimensioned, error-free blueprints.