“If You Permit, I Will Fix It”, No One Could Fix Billionaire’s Jet Engine Until A Homeless Girl Did

Olivia, though no one yet knew her name, stood with her arm raised. Her voice cut through the panic. Don’t shut it down.

Not yet. Listen carefully. Sam scowled.

Are you crazy? A warning light means danger. We could damage the core if— It’s not the core, she interrupted firmly. It’s just the sensor recalibrating.

I rewired it. The system needs a moment to accept the correct reading. Her words carried a calmness that startled everyone.

Andrew’s sharp eyes shifted between Sam and the young woman. He had run billion-dollar companies long enough to know when someone spoke with authority. And she did.

Hold it steady, Andrew commanded. His voice silenced all doubt. The whine of the turbine grew smoother.

The red warning light flickered. Once, twice, and then turned green. Gasps rippled through the hangar.

The engine’s hum transformed into a steady, powerful rush, the sound of perfection. A Challenger jet engine was alive again. Sam staggered back.

His face turned pale. One of his engineers dropped his wrench. Another muttered under his breath.

Impossible. Andrew’s lips parted, eyes widening in disbelief. For six hours, his best men had battled this machine, sweating, swearing, failing.

And in under twenty minutes, this homeless girl, this stranger in a tattered gown, had done what none of them could. He turned slowly toward her. What is your name? His voice was almost a whisper, but the hangar carried it like thunder.

The girl swallowed hard. Tears welled in her eyes, but she stood straight. My name is Olivia Williams.

The name meant nothing to most of the engineers, but Sam’s face dropped as though he had been struck. Williams, he breathed, from Nigeria Aerospace University. Top of your class? You, you’re her, murmurs rippled across the hangar floor.

They had all heard the stories. The prodigy who had dazzled professors, the young woman destined for greatness in aerospace. And then, nothing.

She had vanished two years ago, as though the earth had swallowed her whole. Andrew’s sharp gaze never left her. Explain, he said softly.

And there, standing in the glow of the still-spinning engine, Olivia’s voice cracked as she spoke. Two years ago, my father woke up one morning and announced he was marrying a second wife. My mother couldn’t bear it.

She poisoned his food, and when he collapsed, she ate the same meal, saying they would die together before she watched him betray her. Her voice trembled, but she continued. I was their only child.

I was twenty, just months out of school, about to begin my dream job with one of the best aerospace firms in the world. But when they both died in front of me, I shattered. I couldn’t face life.

I cancelled my interviews. I threw my phone away. I wandered until I lost myself completely.

I ended up on the streets, begging to survive. The hangar was silent, except for the engine’s hum. Even Sam bowed his head, ashamed of how he had mocked her minutes earlier.

Olivia’s eyes burned with tears. But every day, I passed this repair center. I would stare through the fence, remembering the future I lost.

And today, when I heard your voices, when I saw how helpless you all were, I thought just once let me try. Even if I get thrown out. Even if people laugh at me.

At least I will not have died with my dream still locked inside. Lotta. Owlmane.

Andrew’s throat tightened. For the first time in years, tears threatened his eyes. He was a man used to boardrooms, contracts, and numbers.

Yet this young woman’s honesty pierced him more deeply than any speech. Sam’s voice cracked. You—you saved us.

You saved him. He pointed toward Andrew’s challenger jet gleaming outside. We would have failed.

Andrew stepped closer, his polished shoes clicking against the floor. He placed a hand gently on Olivia’s shoulder. You didn’t just fix my engine….

You reminded me why second chances matter. He turned to the crowd. You all saw it.

Remember this moment. His voice boomed with authority. Greatness is not about appearance.

Not about titles. It’s about truth, skill, and heart. And today, this young woman had all three.

Olivia trembled, unsure if she should bow or step back. But Andrew wasn’t done. Olivia Williams, he declared.

From this moment on, you will never beg for food again. You will never walk these streets homeless again. I will personally make sure the world knows who you are.

Gasps and applause broke out among the engineers. Sam himself clapped, though tears blurred his vision. Olivia covered her mouth with her hands, overwhelmed.

For the first time in years, hope didn’t feel like a cruel memory. It felt real. Andrew glanced at his watch.

I need to be in London in six hours. And I am not going there without you. Her eyes widened.

Sir? You fixed my jet. You fly with me. The hangar erupted again.

Sam whispered to his team. She’s going to London. On that jet she saved.

Minutes later, Olivia stood outside the hangar, staring at her reflection in the jet’s polished surface. For the first time, she didn’t see a beggar. She saw who she was always meant to be.

But as she touched the cool metal, her heart raced with fear. Could this truly be happening? Or would it all vanish like a dream? Behind her, Andrew’s voice broke the silence. Get ready.

The world is about to know your name. And as Olivia climbed the steps into the private jet, none of them knew that her story had only just begun. The Challenger jet’s cabin gleamed like a floating palace.

Cream leather seats curved gracefully around polished wooden tables. Gold-toned light spilled from the ceiling, soft but powerful. Olivia sat stiffly near the window, her tattered gown and tangled hair looking terribly out of place in this world of wealth.

She kept her eyes on the runway lights outside, blinking against the tears she couldn’t hold back. The door sealed shut. Engines roared.

The jet rolled forward, Olivia’s chest tightening with every vibration. She had dreamed of sitting in a plane like this once, when her life still made sense. Never had she imagined she would be here, not as a passenger, but as the savior of the very machine that carried them skyward.

Across from her, Andrew Jacob leaned back with the ease of a man used to commanding the world. But his eyes never left Olivia. He studied her the way a historian studies a rare, forgotten book.

You worked on my jet like someone born to fix it, Andrew said finally, his voice steady over the hum of takeoff. Tell me the truth. Where did you train? Olivia swallowed.

Nigeria Aerospace University, sir. I graduated top of my class. The first female student to score distinction in aircraft maintenance.

Andrew raised his brows. And yet, here you are, in a torn dress, hungry. Her face burned with shame.

She dropped her gaze to her hands. Life tore me down. After my parents’ death, nothing made sense.

I lost the will to fight. For a moment, silence hung in the cabin, broken only by the steady thrum of the engines. Andrew reached into the compartment beside him and pulled out a small velvet box.

He placed it on the table between them. Open it, Olivia hesitated, then lifted the lid. Inside lay a gold bracelet, simple yet radiant, etched with the initials A.J. Her lips parted.

Sir. I. Andrew raised a hand. This bracelet belonged to my late wife.

She believed in lifting people who had fallen. I am passing it to you tonight, because I believe you are not meant to live on the streets. You are meant to lead.

Tears filled Olivia’s eyes. She couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. She closed the box with trembling hands.

Andrew leaned forward. Tomorrow, in London, you will meet executives from JJ Jet Maintenance, the very company that offered you a position. I will introduce you as the woman who saved my challenger.

They will listen. Olivia’s heart stopped. JJ Jet Maintenance? She had dreamed of that moment two years ago, before her world crumbled…

She had cut them off, buried her future under grief, and now like a miracle it was returning. Sir. What if they laugh at me? She whispered.

Andrew’s sharp gaze softened. Then they laugh at me, too, for believing in you. But I doubt they will.

Your gift is too rare. The plane steadied at cruising altitude. A hostess appeared, bowing respectfully.

Dinner is ready, sir. Andrew motioned to Olivia. Bring her clothes.

The hostess returned with a sleek gold gown that shimmered under the cabin lights, and a small case of toiletries. Olivia’s mouth fell open. This? This is for me? Andrew nodded.

You’ll not walk into tomorrow’s meeting in rags. You will walk in as who you are meant to be. For the first time in years, Olivia smiled through her tears.

She disappeared into the cabin’s restroom. Minutes stretched. When she returned, the room seemed to change.

Her hair, neatly washed and tied in a graceful bun, glistened under the lights. The gown hugged her slender frame, simple yet elegant, turning her from a homeless girl into a queen. Even her eyes looked brighter, as if hope itself had polished them.

Andrew rose to his feet, stunned. He had seen models in Paris, actresses in Hollywood, business leaders in London, but never had he seen transformation this powerful. You look, he said quietly, like destiny itself.

Olivia laughed softly, shyly. I don’t feel like destiny. I just feel like… me.

Again. Dinner passed with quiet conversation. Andrew asked about her childhood dreams, her professors, her love for engines.

She spoke with passion, her voice coming alive as though a locked door inside her had opened. When the meal ended, Andrew leaned back, his eyes unreadable. Olivia.

When this jet lands, you will have a choice. You can walk away and disappear again, or you can step into the life you were born for. Which will it be? Her hands gripped the armrest, her breath shaking.

She remembered the nights on the street, begging for bread. The days she walked past Sam’s repair center, staring at the life she had lost, and now this chance, a door opening she thought, had been sealed forever. Her voice broke, but her words were firm.

I will step into it. I will not run again. Andrew’s lips curved into the faintest smile.

Good. As the jet sliced through the night sky, Olivia turned to the window. Below, the lights of cities glimmered like constellations.

She thought of her parents, the tragedy, the betrayal, the pain. For the first time, she felt they were no longer chains around her neck. They were shadows behind her, and she was walking into light.

She closed her eyes and whispered to herself, I will not waste this chance. But what Olivia did not know, what even Andrew could not guess, was that destiny had more in store for her than a job. A storm was waiting in London.

Secrets. Decisions. And someone who would soon change her life in ways she could not imagine.

As the jet soared higher into the dark, Andrew adjusted his tie, staring thoughtfully at Olivia. For the first time in years, hope flickered in his own heart too. Yet deep inside him, a voice whispered, what if I am wrong about her? What if she fails? And Olivia, though she tried to stay strong, felt her stomach twist with the same question.

What if tomorrow destroys me again? The Challenger cut across the Atlantic sky, carrying two people whose lives were about to collide with fate itself. The wheels of the Challenger jet kissed the runway at London City Airport, just as dawn painted the sky a pale orange. Olivia pressed her palms against her knees, trying to calm the storm inside her.

Every breath she took felt too heavy, every thought too loud. She had told Andrew she was ready, but now that the moment was here, fear clutched her throat like iron. Andrew, sharp as ever in his navy blue suit, noticed.

He leaned toward her and spoke softly. Remember, Olivia skills speak louder than appearances. Don’t try to impress, just be who you are…

TO BE CONTINUED….