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A CEO Promised to Marry Whoever Fixed Her Engine, Never Expecting the Janitor’s Secrets

A CEO Promised to Marry Whoever Fixed Her Engine, Never Expecting the Janitor’s Secrets — Part 1
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The atmosphere in the premium high-rise engineering lab of Apex Dynamics was suffocating. Outside, the Chicago skyline glittered through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, a cold reminder of the high-stakes world operating just beyond the glass. Inside, the focus was entirely on the central steel table where the advanced quantum engine block sat, completely dark and unresponsive.

Elizabeth, the brilliant CEO of Apex, adjusted her white designer blazer. Her blonde hair caught the sharp overhead fluorescent lights, but her face was tense. Twelve of her top engineers stood in a semi-circle, their heads hung in defeat. They had spent forty-eight hours trying to revive the prototype that represented the company's entire future.

A CEO Promised to Marry Whoever Fixed Her Engine, Never Expecting the Janitor’s Secrets

"If this engine doesn't start by tomorrow's board meeting, Apex is finished," Elizabeth said, her voice tight with desperation. She looked around the room, her gaze landing on Charles. He was standing near the doorway, clad in dark grey overalls, holding a heavy wrench. To the rest of the team, he was just Charles the janitor—the quiet man who swept up their discarded blueprints.

Elizabeth sighed, a mixture of exhaustion and reckless frustration taking over. She looked down at him and said,

"If you fix it when twelve engineers couldn't, I'll marry you."

The engineers chuckled nervously, expecting the janitor to shrink back. Instead, Charles stepped forward. His rugged face, shadowed by light stubble, remained completely calm. He looked up, meeting her gaze with absolute certainty.

"I accept,"

he replied.

He bent over the complex machinery. As he tapped a hidden sequence on the diagnostic panel, a sudden, brilliant blue glow reflected in his eyes, illuminating his sharp features.

"He's just a janitor, he can't fix that," one of the background engineers muttered, shaking his head. But as Charles's hands moved with practiced, mathematical precision, the skepticism in the room began to turn into sheer disbelief.

But as Charles's hands moved with practiced, mathematical precision, the skepticism in the room began to turn into sheer disbelief.