His fingers moved quickly over the keyboard, pulling up diagnostic logs, bypassing layers of flashy UI to get to the raw data. The room went silent, except for the clicking keys. He was in his element now, focused, methodical, almost forgetting where he was until the large screen’s angry red warning blinked out.
In its place, system restored. The gray-haired man exhaled in disbelief. How? That should have taken days.
It took 40 minutes, Ryan said, closing the laptop. You were looking for the problem in the wrong place. Ava’s lips curved into a small, approving smile.
Mr. Mitchell, I think you just saved us a fortune. The tension in the room evaporated almost instantly, replaced by a hum of astonished murmurs. One executive shook Ryan’s hand like he’d just pulled them out of a burning building.
Another muttered, We need him on payroll. Yesterday. Ava didn’t say anything at first.
She simply stood, collected the folder from the table, and gestured for Ryan to follow her out of the conference room. They stepped into her private office. Floor-to-ceiling glass, a polished oak desk, and a view of the city that made him feel like he was standing in another world entirely.
She closed the door behind them. Ryan broke the silence first. Look, I didn’t mean to step on your team’s toes.
I just hate seeing something broken when I know how to fix it. Ava set the folder down with deliberate care. And that’s exactly why I want you here.
He frowned. Here? As in full-time head of logistics operations, the position pays six figures, includes full benefits, and has room to grow.
She said it like she was reading an address, calm and certain, as though the decision had been made the moment she saw him in the rain. Ryan stared at her. You don’t even know if I’m…
I know enough, she interrupted. You put a stranger ahead of yourself this morning. You walked into a problem everyone else said would take a week and solved it in less than an hour…
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