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.

raven black hair smiling at me.She was dressed professionally

sent me to collect the

Caroline.I'm Penny Woods,

for me to follow

thinking if I should ask

laugh

seeing as she was guiding me,

opened and we started walking

a long flight of

and she gave me an apologetic

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

down the stairs to come

Mr.Wilson and the other

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

go? Taking in a deep breath, I turned to the door which was slightly

Mr.Wilson's office.

card

be an important

wondered why it was left

pushed the door open and walked

of computer screens and

not magically supposed to fish out the correct bunch of files, now am

"Hey!"

loud shout from behind

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

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

she ran down the stairs but her foot twisted on the

God,’

in her direction, I stooped

"Are you okay, Penny?"

was bleeding and before I could pull my

"Step away from her.Now!"

he dangerously advanced in our direction and bent down

us and

her

take care of her'? And what did 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 something

me? I looked

squeaky noise as I pulled my

I was only sweating

just say that ‘Sweaty Palms' was

I wiped them on my stockings and

the guy from before, whose name I learnt was

to see

my anxiety was

the waiting room,

me

breath, I knocked on

a deep voice

Help me, God.

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

his eyes on

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

up, only to lock my eyes with his

jawline and light stubble that

hair was a

He was so

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

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

pack....or maybe an eight pack

smack me, I'd be on the floor,

didn't come here to

eyes scanned me for a

a seat,

paused, realizing he didn't

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

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

him, maybe his aura, that intimidated

opened my mouth to speak and hoped

a call from Mr.Andrews telling me that I had to collect

to make sure that I had his

then nodded for me

I heard that I

left me to

offices are right across each other's.’ Recognition flashed across his features and a

I found Mr.Wilson's door ajar, I went inside the room.That's when Penny thought I was a thief and started running

processing this and probably looking for the hint of a