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.

woman with raven black hair smiling at me.She was dressed professionally so I assumed that she worked here."I returned her

has sent me to collect the

you, Caroline.I'm Penny

to follow her towards the

kept thinking if I should

just laugh in my

was guiding me, maybe

elevators opened and we

flight of stairs going

phone rang and she gave me an apologetic

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

smiled and climbed down the stairs to come across two

and the

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

breath,

Mr.Wilson's office.

card lock right

an important

why it was left

twice, I pushed the door open and walked

of computer screens

magically supposed to fish out the correct bunch of files, now am I? Wrong room

"Hey!"

loud shout from behind

the room and found Penny at the top

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

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

my God,’

her direction, I stooped down next to

"Are you okay, Penny?"

was bleeding and before I could pull my handkerchief out, a guy

"Step away from her.Now!"

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

came up to us and spoke to the first

her to the

I even do? Thankfully, ‘take care of her’ only meant ‘make her sit in a waiting room until she dies

was here to steal something

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

a squeaky noise as I pulled

only sweating because I

let's just say that ‘Sweaty Palms' was

on my stockings and looked up

the guy from before, whose name I

wants to

anxiety

waiting room,

for me

breath, I knocked on

a deep voice

Help me, God.

step inside the room,

feel his

I could judge out of my peripheral vision, he was a

slowly lifted my gaze up, only to lock

and light stubble

was a deep brown

was

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

off and he crossed his arms

six pack....or maybe

he sornehow decided to smack me, I'd be on the floor, passed

to steal anything,’ I

me

have a

paused, realizing he

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

the chairs and watched him across the desk,

maybe his aura,

somehow opened my mouth to speak and

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

paused to make sure that I

discreetly, then nodded for

some disturbance, I heard

left me to take a phone call,

across each other's.’ Recognition flashed across his features and a slight frown

was a thief and started running down the stairs, twisted her

seemed to be processing this and probably