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

me to

to meet you, Caroline.I'm

to

thinking if I should ask her about

laugh

me, maybe I wouldn't

elevators opened and we started walking down a

and a long flight of stairs going downwards were in front

phone rang and she gave me an apologetic

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

climbed down the stairs to come across two office

Mr.Wilson and

the hell!? I looked back at Penny

a deep breath, I turned to the door which was

Mr.Wilson's office.

had a swipe card lock right

an important

why it

I pushed the

of computer

correct bunch

"Hey!"

heard a loud shout from behind

and found Penny at the top of

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

watched her in confusion as she ran down the stairs but her foot twisted on the middle step and she tumbled down the other half of the

God,’

I stooped down next to

"Are you okay, Penny?"

and before I could pull my

"Step away from her.Now!"

away as he dangerously advanced in

us

her to

did I even do? Thankfully,

here to

them that Mr.Andrews sent me? I looked down at my hand resting on the

as I pulled my hand off the leather

only sweating because I

just say that ‘Sweaty Palms' was my official high school

my stockings and

door opened and the guy from before,

to

my anxiety

out of the waiting room, down the corridor and towards the double doors at

for me to go

breath, I

voice rang

Help me, God.

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

his

my peripheral vision, he was a fairly

slowly lifted my gaze up, only to lock

jawline and light stubble that

hair was a deep brown

was

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

frown wore off and he crossed his

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

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

to steal anything,’

me for a

have a seat,

he didn't know my

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

watched him across the

was something about him, maybe his aura, that intimidated me

mouth to speak and hoped

telling me that I had

sure that I had his

was watching me discreetly, then nodded for me

I heard

Penny left me to take

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

Penny thought I was a thief

this and probably looking for the hint