An ordinary woman skipped her flight to aid an elderly man — unaware who he was…

It had taken her a year of working double shifts to afford that flight. The job in Seattle, a position at a non-profit supporting children with disabilities, was her dream. But the interview was scheduled for tomorrow morning.

No more flights would reach in time. She texted the hiring manager, apologizing, and turned her phone off. A janitor sweeping nearby noticed her face.

You okay, miss? She wiped her tears. Yeah. Just missed my flight.

He gave a soft nod, as if he understood more than she said. Hours passed. Emma wandered through the airport, unsure of what to do next.

Her savings were spent. Her future, uncertain. As she passed a coffee shop, the woman at the counter called out.

Miss? Emma Brooks? Emma turned, surprised. You’ve been requested to come to gate 4. There’s someone waiting for you. Confused and wary, she walked over, dragging her worn-out bag behind her.

When she arrived at gate 4, two men in suits greeted her with kind smiles. Miss Brooks, Mr. Harrington would like to meet with you, one said. Mr. Harrington, she repeated.

They didn’t answer, just gestured to a private lounge nearby. Inside, the lights were dim, the furniture plush and luxurious. Seated on a large leather chair was the old man from earlier, now in a crisp navy suit, sipping tea like he owned the world.

Because, as it turned out, he did, at least this part of it. I thought I’d never see you again, the man smiled. Sit.

Please. Emma blinked. You, you’re okay? I am, thanks to you.

She sat hesitantly, overwhelmed. I missed my flight. I had a job interview.

He raised a hand. I know everything. I asked around…