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.

a woman with raven black hair smiling at

Caroline Stewart.Mr.Andrews has sent me

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

motioned for me to follow

if I should ask

laugh in my

guiding me, maybe I wouldn't need

we started walking down

corner and a long flight of stairs

rang and she gave me an apologetic

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

climbed down the stairs to come

and

looked back at Penny for help but she wasn't

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

Mr.Wilson's office.

a swipe card lock

an important

why it

I pushed the door open and walked

computer

to fish out the correct bunch of files, now

"Hey!"

a loud

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

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

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

my God,’

I stooped down next

"Are you okay, Penny?"

was bleeding and before I could pull my handkerchief out,

"Step away from her.Now!"

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

to us and spoke to

her

then 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 until she dies of

thought I was here

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

a squeaky noise as

wished I was only sweating because I

let's just say that ‘Sweaty Palms' was my

my stockings and looked

opened and the guy from before, whose name I

to

anxiety was

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

for me

breath, I knocked on

in, a deep voice rang

Help me, God.

doors open and took a discreet step inside the room, keeping

his

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

slowly lifted my gaze up, only to lock my eyes

light stubble that gave

a deep

He was

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

wore off and he crossed his

maybe an eight pack under

me, I'd be on the

here to steal anything,’ I

eyes scanned me

a seat,

he didn't know my

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

chairs and watched him

about him, maybe his aura, that

mouth to speak

telling me that I had to

make sure that I

me discreetly, then nodded for

disturbance, I heard that

it out but when your assistant Penny left me to take a phone call, I

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

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

seemed to be processing this and probably