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.

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

Caroline Stewart.Mr.Andrews has sent me to collect the

you, Caroline.I'm Penny Woods,

motioned for me to follow her towards

I should ask her

laugh

me, maybe I wouldn't need

opened and we started walking

flight of stairs going downwards were in front of

she gave me an

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

smiled and climbed down the stairs to come

and

I looked back at Penny for help

deep breath, I turned to the door which

Mr.Wilson's office.

had a swipe card lock right next

be an important

wondered why it

the door open

of computer screens and

magically supposed to fish out the correct bunch of files, now am I?

"Hey!"

loud shout from behind

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

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

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

God,’

I stooped

"Are you okay, Penny?"

pull my handkerchief out, a guy came running

"Step away from her.Now!"

talking to me? I found myself stepping away as he dangerously advanced in our direction and bent down to pick up

us and spoke to

take her to

loudly in my chest.What did he mean by, ‘I'll take care of her'? And what did I even do? Thankfully, ‘take care of her’ only meant ‘make her sit in

was here to

tell them that Mr.Andrews sent me? I looked down at my

a squeaky noise as I

only sweating because

say that ‘Sweaty Palms' was my official high school

them on my stockings and

from before, whose name I learnt was

wants to

anxiety

up and followed him out of the waiting room, down the corridor

for me

out a breath, I knocked on the

deep voice rang in my

Help me, God.

step inside the room, keeping my gaze

could feel his eyes

could judge out of my peripheral vision, he was a fairly

to lock my eyes with his

light stubble that gave him a five o'clock

hair was a deep brown

was

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

wore off and he crossed his arms over his chest, flexing in the

pack....or maybe

to smack me, I'd be on

to

me for a

a

realizing he

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

and watched him across the desk,

about him, maybe his aura, that intimidated me and left me

I somehow opened my mouth to

that I

make sure that I

was watching me discreetly, then

heard

I'd figure it out but when your assistant Penny left

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

Penny thought I was a thief and started running down the stairs,

be processing this and probably looking for the hint of