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.

smiling at me.She was dressed professionally so I assumed that she worked here."I returned

sent me to collect the

Caroline.I'm Penny

for me to follow her towards the

if I should ask her about

probably just laugh in

guiding me, maybe I

elevators opened and we

turned a corner and a long flight of stairs going downwards were

and she gave me an

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

stairs to come across two office

said Mr.Wilson and the

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

deep breath, I turned to the door

Mr.Wilson's office.

had a swipe card lock right

be an important

why it

thinking twice, I pushed the door open and

computer

supposed to fish out the correct bunch of files, now

"Hey!"

a loud

found Penny at the top of the

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

her foot twisted on the middle step and she tumbled down the other half of

my God,’ I

her direction, I stooped down

"Are you okay, Penny?"

bleeding and before I could pull my handkerchief out, a guy came running down the

"Step away from her.Now!"

stepping away as he dangerously advanced in our direction and bent down

up to us

take her to

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 boredom: And the more

I was here to steal something

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

noise as I pulled my hand

was only

just say that ‘Sweaty Palms'

my stockings and looked up

from before, whose name I learnt was Trent, walked

wants to see

my anxiety was back

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

motioned for me

I

voice rang in my

Help me, God.

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

could feel his eyes

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

slowly lifted my gaze up, only to lock my eyes

and light stubble that gave him a five o'clock

a deep brown

He was so

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

wore off and he crossed his arms over his

pack....or maybe an

I'd be

here to

me

have a

realizing he didn't

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

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

maybe his aura, that intimidated me and

somehow opened my mouth to speak and hoped that I wouldn't

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

sure that I had

then nodded for me to

of some disturbance, I heard that I had to meet

I'd figure it out but when your assistant Penny left me to take a phone call, I was confused between

offices are right across each other's.’ Recognition flashed across

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

probably looking for the hint of a