“Let her examine engine number seven.”
Gasps filled the hangar.
“Sir, what is going on? You can’t seriously mean that a homeless girl is going to solve this.”
Richard had spent three billion naira hiring the best aircraft experts in the world—engineers from America, Germany, and Japan. They had worked for six months, and his planes were still failing.
Now the billionaire CEO had brought a dirty homeless woman into his spotless aircraft hangar.
Her clothes were torn. She smelled of the street. She looked frightened.
Twenty engineers in crisp uniforms stared at her as if she were some kind of joke.
“Let her examine engine number seven,” Richard repeated.
“Sir, you can’t be serious,” the chief engineer protested.
“I said now.”
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