Single Dad Janitor Kissed A Billionaire To Save Her Life — And Then Everything Changed
Part 1
“Call 911, now! She’s turning blue!”
Bernard Kellerman dropped his mop onto the polished floor and sprinted forward. Gasps erupted across the executive boardroom high above Center City, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
Just minutes earlier, Alexandra Ashcroft—the billionaire CEO of Ashcroft Holdings—had been standing at the head of the long oak conference table, her voice firm and steady as she walked her board through the quarterly numbers. Then, mid-sentence, she stopped. Her hand rose to her chest.
Her breath faltered. The room plunged into a terrifying silence as her body convulsed once, twice, and then collapsed to the floor. At first, no one believed it.
The executives froze—seven men and women in suits worth more than Bernard earned in an entire year. Someone muttered, “She’s joking.” Another whispered, “Oh God… call security.”
Then the truth hit. Alexandra Ashcroft wasn’t moving.
Her lips were turning a dangerous purple. Bernard didn’t hesitate. He shoved the door open and forced his way past a wall of expensive perfume and luxury suits.
“Bernard, what are you doing?” someone barked. “You don’t belong in here.”
“Get out,” another snapped. “This is a restricted meeting.”
“I know CPR!” Bernard shouted.
No one cared. Alexandra lay on her side, one arm limp across her chest, her lips shifting into a terrifying gray-blue. She wasn’t breathing.
Bernard dropped to his knees beside her. “Ms. Ashcroft, can you hear me?” he whispered, panic rising in his throat.
He pressed two fingers to her neck. No pulse. Then he acted.
He had taken a free CPR class at the West Philadelphia Community Center once, mostly because they gave out a food voucher. But in this moment, the instructor’s voice echoed louder in his mind than anything else in that glass-and-steel tower. If they’re not breathing, you are their lungs.
He tilted her head back, pinched her nose, and leaned down. “Is he… kissing her?” someone shrieked. “That’s disgusting,” another cried.
“Get him off her!”
A sharp pain tore across Bernard’s back. Someone had swung something hard—maybe a security baton, maybe an umbrella—straight into him. He groaned but didn’t stop.
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