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"Fly This Jet and I'll Marry You," Billionaire CEO Mocked Single Dad Janitor — His Secret Shocked Her

"Fly This Jet and I'll Marry You," Billionaire CEO Mocked Single Dad Janitor — His Secret Shocked Her

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The assistants were still scrambling, making calls, checking databases, their panic rising with each failed attempt. Vivian turned from the window, ready to make an impossible decision.When the conference room door opened one more time, the man from the tarmac stood there, still holding a cleaning rag in one hand and a wrench in the other. His gray coveralls had an oil smudge across the chest, and his dark hair was slightly disheveled from working outside. But his eyes were steady, calm, like deep water undisturbed by wind."I can fly it," he said simply.The room fell silent. Then Marcus let out a short, incredulous laugh. The other assistants exchanged glances that mixed disbelief with secondhand embarrassment.One of them actually checked the man's badge. "Elias Grant, night maintenance," she read aloud, as if the absurdity needed to be spoken to be believed.Vivian studied him: mid-30s, she estimated, weathered hands that spoke of manual labor, a quiet confidence that seemed out of place for someone who cleaned hangars for a living. His expression didn't change under her scrutiny—no nervousness, no desperation for approval, just that same unwavering calm."You're a janitor," she said, her tone sharp enough to cut."I am," Elias replied evenly."And you think you can fly a $70 million aircraft?""I know I can."Someone in the room actually snorted. Marcus stepped forward, ready to escort this delusional maintenance worker out before he wasted any more of their time. But Vivian raised one hand. Something about this man intrigued her. Maybe it was the desperation of her situation. Maybe it was the way he stood there without flinching under her coldest stare. Or maybe it was that, underneath all her carefully constructed control, some part of her recognized something in him she couldn't quite name."This isn't a Cessna," she said, testing him. "It's a Gulfstream G650. Twin Rolls-Royce engines. Fly-by-wire controls. Cruising altitude 41,000 feet. Most pilots need extensive training just to taxi it.""I'm aware," Elias said.Vivian's lips curved into something that wasn't quite a smile—more like the expression of a person about to watch someone else fail spectacularly. The sheer audacity of this janitor, this nobody thinking he could simply walk in and solve her problem, was almost entertaining. In a different situation, she might have had security remove him. But today, with the clock ticking and options evaporating, she felt something reckless stir inside her.
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