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.

hair smiling at me.She was dressed

has sent me

to meet you, Caroline.I'm Penny Woods, Mr.Sinclair's

to

thinking if I should

laugh in

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

and we started walking down a

a long flight of stairs going downwards were in front

she gave me an apologetic

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

down the stairs

said Mr.Wilson and

hell!? I looked back at Penny for help but she wasn't there

breath, I turned

Mr.Wilson's office.

a swipe card

be an important

why it was

thinking twice, I pushed the door

computer

supposed to fish out the correct bunch of

"Hey!"

a loud shout from behind

of the room and found Penny at the top

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

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

God,’ I

in her direction, I stooped down next

"Are you okay, Penny?"

could pull my handkerchief out, a

"Step away from her.Now!"

myself stepping away as he dangerously advanced in our

to us and spoke to

her to

looked at me, "I'll take care of her: My heart started beating loudly in my chest.What did he mean by, ‘I'll take care of her'? And what did I even do? Thankfully, ‘take care

I was here to steal something

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

noise as I

wished I was only sweating because I was

that ‘Sweaty Palms'

them on my stockings and

guy from before,

wants to see

my anxiety

room,

me

out a breath, I knocked

deep voice rang

Help me, God.

a discreet step

feel his eyes on

I could judge out of my peripheral vision, he was a fairly tall man, muscular,

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

sharp jawline and light stubble that

hair was a deep brown

He was so

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

his arms over his chest,

maybe an eight pack under

be on the floor, passed out in a

didn't come here to steal anything,’

scanned me for a

a seat,

paused, realizing he didn't

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

watched him across the desk, sitting

was something about him, maybe his aura,

to speak and hoped

from Mr.Andrews telling me that I had to collect

sure that

watching me discreetly, then nodded for me

some disturbance, I heard that I had

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

and Mr.Winson since their offices are right across each other's.’ Recognition flashed across his features and a slight frown formed on

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

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