The CEO Bet $1 Million No One Could Fix Her Jet — A Single Dad Fixed It In 4 Minutes
Chapter 6
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"He was the one who missed the service bulletin!" Jake protested, his voice cracking with a mixture of rage and desperation. "I fixed the jet! I fixed what his elite mechanics couldn't!""I don't have a say in this, Jake. The complaint came from a billionaire's executive team. Hand over the badge."Numb with shock, Jake unclipped his security badge and handed it over. The officers left, leaving Jake standing in the freezing doorway. He closed the door and slid down the wood paneling until he hit the floor, burying his face in his hands. He was worse off than he had been yesterday: not only was the million dollars a mirage, but he had lost his sole source of income; the foreclosure on his house was just days away; he had no money for lawyers, no way to fight a corporate titan's legal team, and no way to protect his daughter.Back in New York, on the 72nd floor of the Carmichael Tower, Victoria's ruthless Head of Legal—a shark in a custom Italian suit named Harrison—was holding a briefing. Harrison was the kind of lawyer who viewed human beings as line items on a spreadsheet. When he saw the million-dollar escrow authorization come across his desk, he had immediately moved to kill it."It was a textbook shakedown," Harrison explained to Richard, pouring himself a glass of expensive bourbon. "A blue-collar mechanic cornered the CEO during a moment of extreme distress. I filed the injunction, froze the wire, and claimed aeronautical sabotage. We saved the company a million dollars, Richard."Richard smirked, leaning back in the plush leather chair. "Good. The guy made my entire department look foolish in front of the boss; he needed to be put in his place. Victoria will thank us for cleaning up the mess.""Exactly," Harrison chuckled. "By the time I'm done burying him in litigation, that mechanic will be begging us for a plea deal to avoid jail time. He's a nobody. He's already forgotten."But Harrison and Richard had made a fatal miscalculation: they assumed Victoria Carmichael became a billionaire by breaking her promises; they assumed she shared their cowardly lack of honor. They were about to find out exactly how wrong they were.Three days later, Victoria Carmichael strode into her sprawling Manhattan corner office. The energy around her was electric: the media was calling the Geneva acquisition the business deal of the decade; she was on the cover of Forbes; her stock prices were surging, and her legacy was secured. She threw her designer coat onto the sofa, took her seat behind a massive slab of polished marble that served as her desk, and pressed the intercom button."Have Harrison and Richard meet me in my office immediately."Five minutes later, the Head of Legal and the Chief of Aviation walked in, both wearing triumphant smiles. "Congratulations, Victoria," Harrison beamed, taking a seat. "The markets are reacting beautifully to the merger. It's a total sweep.""Thank you, Harrison," Victoria said, her piercing blue eyes scanning the men. "I'm reviewing the financial ledgers from the trip. I don't see the $1 million disbursement to the line mechanic, Jake Lawson. Has the escrow cleared?"