Billionaire Nick

Caroline

"It's Laurel.It's definitely Laurel,, Rebekah, my dorm mate, suddenly spoke up from her bed.I had my class a while ago while Rebekah had just returned from her home.

Her home, which was only a fifteen-minute drive from campus.

She had only moved to a dorm because she'd wanted to experience what college was truly like.

I, on the other hand, would never understand how someone could choose some lousy campus over their loving family.

I'd always choose to live with my family.

Not like I had much of it left, but still.

"Will you at least listen to the audio, Care?"

Her gray eyes narrowed, a frown forming on her lips as she tucked a loose strand of icy blonde hair behind her ear.

"No thanks.

That dress from years ago was creepy enough: She sighed.

"Fine.Don't blame me when you have nothing to talk about at the frat party next week.’ "What frat party?"

I frowned.

"The one we're going to.’ She gave me a toothy grin.

"No! I'm not going to any party.

You just get drunk and leave me alone, which sucks because I don't talk to many people.’ "Alright, fine.’ She sighed.

"This time, I'll hook you up with someone before getting drunk."

I narrowed my eyes.

"How are you even back already? Didn't you have dinner plans with family tonight?"

I asked.

"I did.But then my cousin showed up with her toddler.And when I realized that I was expected to babysit that milk puking machine, I fled."

She shrugged.

I shook my head with a laugh.

"That's so impolite.

"Nope.Impolite would've been getting my new minion t-shirt soaked with my nephew's barf."

I grimaced.

Just then, my phone rang.

It was Blake, Rebekah's older brother.

"Mr.Andrews; I said.

Rebekah pretended to gag.

She always found it funny when I addressed her brother with respect.

It would be weird to call my employer by his first name.

"Caroline, first, I told you to call me Blake, and second, I know these are your college hours but I'm gonna have to ask for a favour: "That's okay...Blake.

What can I help you with?"

"Great! Can you go to Sinclair Enterprises to collect those shipment files I told you about yesterday?"

"Sure.There was suddenly the loud cry of a child in the background.

More like a scream with some incoherent words.

"Oh God! Shut up, you—Listen, Caroline"

I heard him speak something about meeting someone but I couldn't exactly make out the words because of the baby's cries.

It sounded something like: Meet Mr.Wee...zon.

And then, the line went dead.

Mr.Wee...zon? Guess I'll just ask someone at Sinclair Enterprises for Mr.Wee...zon and they'll send me to the person with the closest name.

Rebekah was busy watching YouTube videos when I left our dorm.

It took me an hour to get to Sinclair Enterprises by bus despite it being hardly a twenty minute drive by car.

I walked up to the receptionist in the lobby and told her that I was sent by Mr.

Blake Andrews to collect some files.

I turned around to find a woman with raven black hair smiling at me.She was dressed professionally so I assumed that she worked

has sent me

Caroline.I'm Penny

to follow her towards the

kept thinking if I should ask her about

laugh

seeing as she was guiding me, maybe

and we started

of stairs going

she gave me an apologetic

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

climbed down the stairs to come across two

and the

the hell!? I looked back at Penny for help

a deep breath, I turned to the

Mr.Wilson's office.

card lock right next

an important

why it was left

pushed the door open and walked

of computer screens and

to fish out the correct bunch of files, now am

"Hey!"

a loud

room and found Penny at the top of the stairs,

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

she ran down the stairs but her foot twisted on the middle step and she

my God,’

direction, I

"Are you okay, Penny?"

pull my handkerchief out, a guy came running down

"Step away from her.Now!"

found myself stepping away as he dangerously advanced in

us and spoke to

her

even do? Thankfully,

was here to steal something

me? I looked down at my

a squeaky noise as I pulled my hand off the leather

wished I was only sweating

let's just say that ‘Sweaty Palms'

them on my stockings and looked

before, whose name I learnt was Trent,

wants to

my anxiety was back

out of the waiting room, down the

for me

breath, I knocked on the

a deep voice

Help me, God.

open and took a discreet step inside the room, keeping my

could feel his

out of my peripheral vision, he was a fairly tall man, muscular, and apparently really

to lock my eyes with

face had a sharp jawline and light stubble that

a deep brown

He was

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

frown wore off and he crossed his

six pack....or maybe

decided to smack me, I'd be on the floor, passed out in

here to steal anything,’ I

scanned me

a seat,

paused, realizing he

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

on one of the chairs and watched him across

his aura, that intimidated me and left me

to speak and

a call from Mr.Andrews telling me that I had to collect files

make sure

discreetly, then nodded for

disturbance, I heard that

it out but when your assistant Penny left me to take a

are right across each other's.’ Recognition flashed across his features and a slight

when I found Mr.Wilson's door ajar, I went inside the room.That's when Penny thought I was a thief and started running down the stairs, twisted her foot and fell.That's

seemed to be processing this and probably looking for the hint