Billionaire Nick

Chapter 2: The Devil

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 was dressed professionally so I assumed that she worked here."I returned

me to

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

to follow her towards

I should

probably just laugh

as she was guiding me, maybe I

and we started walking down

long flight of stairs going

and she

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

down the stairs to come across two office

Mr.Wilson and the other

looked back at Penny for help

breath,

Mr.Wilson's office.

swipe card lock right next

an

it was

I pushed the door open and walked

computer

to fish out the correct bunch of

"Hey!"

a loud shout from

and found Penny at the top of the stairs, watching

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

foot twisted on the middle step and she tumbled down the

my God,’

over in her direction, I stooped down next

"Are you okay, Penny?"

my handkerchief out, a guy came

"Step away from her.Now!"

he

up to us and spoke to

take her to

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

here to

me? I looked down at

sweaty palms made a squeaky noise as I

only sweating

say that ‘Sweaty Palms'

them on my stockings and looked up

the guy from before, whose name

wants to

anxiety

room, down the

motioned for me to go

breath, I knocked on the

voice

Help me, God.

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

his eyes

my peripheral vision, he was a fairly tall man,

gaze up, only to lock my eyes with his deep

and light stubble that

was a

was so

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

off and he crossed his arms over his

could easily picture a six pack....or maybe an eight pack under

sornehow decided to smack me, I'd be on the floor, passed out in a

didn't come here to steal anything,’

eyes scanned me for a

a seat,

realizing he didn't know my

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

the chairs and watched him across the desk,

about him, maybe his aura, that intimidated me and left

to speak and hoped that

me that I had to collect files from

paused to make sure that I

watching me discreetly, then nodded for

of some disturbance, I heard

left me to take a

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

was a thief and started running

and probably looking for the hint of

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