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.

turned around to find a woman with raven black hair smiling at me.She was

Stewart.Mr.Andrews has sent me to collect

you, Caroline.I'm Penny

me to

thinking if I should ask

probably just laugh

me, maybe I

elevators opened and we

and a long flight of stairs going downwards were in

and she

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

and climbed down the stairs

and the other

back at Penny for

deep breath, I turned to the door

Mr.Wilson's office.

a swipe card

an

why it was left

pushed the door

of computer screens

magically supposed to fish out the correct bunch of files,

"Hey!"

loud shout

room and found Penny at

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

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

my God,’

I stooped down

"Are you okay, Penny?"

could pull my handkerchief out, a guy

"Step away from her.Now!"

away as he dangerously advanced in our

to us and spoke to the first

take her to the

he 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 of her’ only meant ‘make her sit in a waiting room

I was here to steal

looked down at my hand resting on

palms made a squeaky noise as I pulled my hand

only sweating because I was

just say that ‘Sweaty Palms' was my official high

on my stockings

the guy from before, whose name

wants to

anxiety was

the waiting room, down the corridor and towards the double

me to go

out a breath, I knocked on the

voice

Help me, God.

took a discreet step inside the room, keeping my gaze fixed on

feel his eyes on

could judge out of my peripheral vision, he was a fairly tall man, muscular, and apparently really mad at

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

sharp jawline and light stubble that

hair was a deep brown

was

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

crossed his arms over his chest,

a six pack....or maybe an eight

I'd be on the floor, passed out in

to steal anything,’ I

eyes scanned me

have a seat,

realizing he didn't know my

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

seated myself on one of the chairs and watched

was something about him, maybe his aura, that

to speak and hoped that I wouldn't

a call from Mr.Andrews telling me that

sure that

discreetly, then nodded for

of some disturbance, I heard that I had to

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

Recognition flashed

Mr.Wilson's door ajar, 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 all

to be processing this and probably looking