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.

woman with raven black hair smiling at

Caroline Stewart.Mr.Andrews has sent me to

you, Caroline.I'm

for me to follow her towards

thinking if I

just laugh in my

as she was guiding me, maybe I wouldn't need

we started walking down

long flight of stairs going downwards

rang and she gave me an

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

down the stairs to

said Mr.Wilson and the

looked back at Penny for help but

breath, I turned to the door

Mr.Wilson's office.

card lock right next

an

wondered why it

pushed the door open and walked

computer screens and

out the correct bunch of files,

"Hey!"

heard a loud shout

of the room and found Penny at the top

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

confusion as she ran down the stairs but her foot twisted on the

God,’

direction, I stooped down next to

"Are you okay, Penny?"

was bleeding and before I could pull my handkerchief

"Step away from her.Now!"

he 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 the

her to the

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

I was here to steal

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

sweaty palms made a squeaky noise as I pulled my hand off the

wished I was only sweating because I

just say that ‘Sweaty Palms' was my

them on my stockings and looked up at the

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

wants to

my anxiety was

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

me to go

breath, I knocked on

in, a deep voice rang

Help me, God.

step

could feel his

could judge out of my peripheral vision, he was

my gaze up, only to lock my

jawline and light

a

was

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

and he crossed his arms over his chest, flexing

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

be on the floor, passed out in a

come here to steal anything,’ I

me for

a seat,

he didn't know

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

on one of the chairs and watched him across the desk, sitting on his huge

aura,

mouth to speak and hoped that

got a call from Mr.Andrews telling me that I

paused to make sure that I

then nodded for me to

I heard that I had

when your assistant Penny left me to take a

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

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

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