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.

black hair smiling at me.She was dressed professionally so I assumed that she

me to collect the shipment

meet you, Caroline.I'm Penny Woods,

for me to

kept thinking if I should ask her

probably just laugh

as she was guiding me, maybe I

elevators opened and we started walking

corner and a long flight of stairs going downwards were in

rang and she

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

down the stairs to come

said Mr.Wilson and

back at Penny for

she go? Taking in a deep breath, I turned to the

Mr.Wilson's office.

a swipe card lock right next

an important

why it was left

the door open

of computer screens and

to fish out the correct bunch of files, now am I? Wrong room

"Hey!"

loud

out of the room and found Penny at the top of the stairs, watching me

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

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

God,’

her direction, I stooped down next

"Are you okay, Penny?"

forehead was bleeding and before I could pull my handkerchief out, a guy came running down the

"Step away from her.Now!"

he dangerously

us and spoke to

her to the

‘I'll take care of her'? And what did I even do? Thankfully, ‘take care of her’ only meant ‘make her sit in a waiting room until she dies of boredom: And the more I thought about it, the more it

I was here to steal

looked down at my hand

a squeaky noise as I pulled my hand off

I was only sweating because I was

‘Sweaty Palms' was my official high

wiped them on my stockings and looked up

door opened and the guy from before, whose name I learnt

wants to see

anxiety was back

room, down the corridor and towards

me to

breath, I knocked on the

voice rang

Help me, God.

open and took a discreet step inside the room,

his eyes

my peripheral vision, he was a fairly

slowly lifted my gaze up, only to lock my eyes with his deep blue

light stubble

was a deep brown

was so

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

and he crossed his arms over his chest,

easily picture a six pack....or maybe an eight

me, I'd be on the floor, passed

come here to steal

scanned me

a seat,

he didn't know my

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

and watched him across the desk, sitting on

maybe his aura, that intimidated me and left me

my mouth to speak and hoped that I

telling me that I had to collect files from your

sure that

discreetly, then nodded

I heard

it out but when your assistant Penny left me to take a phone call, I was confused

since their offices are right across each other's.’ Recognition flashed

I was a thief and started running down the stairs, twisted her foot and fell.That's all the

seemed to be processing this and probably looking for the hint of