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.

black hair smiling at me.She

has sent me to collect the shipment

Caroline.I'm Penny Woods, Mr.Sinclair's

to follow her towards the

thinking if I

laugh

guiding me, maybe I wouldn't need

we started

corner and a long flight of stairs

rang and she gave me an

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

the stairs to come across two

said Mr.Wilson and

the hell!? I looked back at Penny for help but she

breath, I turned to the door which

Mr.Wilson's office.

card lock right

an important

wondered why it

the door

of computer screens and

fish out the correct bunch of files, now am I?

"Hey!"

a loud

walked out of the room and found Penny at the top of the

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

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

my God,’

in her direction, I stooped down next to

"Are you okay, Penny?"

was bleeding and before I could pull my handkerchief out,

"Step away from her.Now!"

to me? I found myself stepping away as he dangerously advanced in our direction and bent down to pick up

guy came up to us

her to the

‘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 until she dies of boredom: And the more I

thought I was here to steal something

I looked down at my hand resting on the leather

made a squeaky noise as I

only sweating because

that ‘Sweaty Palms' was my official high school

them on my stockings and

from before, whose name I learnt was

wants to

anxiety was

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

for me to go

I

voice rang

Help me, God.

and took a discreet step inside the room, keeping my

feel his eyes on

he was a fairly tall man, muscular, and apparently

slowly lifted my gaze up, only to

sharp jawline and light stubble that gave him a

was a deep brown

He was so

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

and he crossed his

six pack....or maybe

me, I'd be on

come here to steal anything,’ I

scanned me for

have a

he didn't know

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

chairs and watched him across the desk, sitting on his

something about him, maybe his aura,

to

telling me that I had

to make sure that

then nodded

some disturbance, I heard that I had to

figure it out but when your assistant Penny left me to

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

be processing this and probably looking for the hint of a