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.

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

me

to meet you, Caroline.I'm Penny

to follow her towards

if I should ask her

probably just laugh in

as she was guiding me, maybe I wouldn't need

opened and we

corner and a long flight of

rang and she gave me an apologetic

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

the stairs to come

and the other

at Penny for

deep breath,

Mr.Wilson's office.

a swipe card lock right next to

an important

wondered why it was left

I pushed the door

of computer

fish out the correct bunch of files,

"Hey!"

a loud shout from behind

walked out of the room and found Penny at the

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

but her foot twisted on the middle

my God,’

I stooped down next

"Are you okay, Penny?"

I could pull my handkerchief out, a

"Step away from her.Now!"

he dangerously advanced in our direction and

us and spoke

take her to the

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 boredom: And the more I thought about it, the more

I was here

me? I looked down at my hand resting on

made a squeaky noise as I pulled my hand off the leather

I was only

Palms' was my official high

wiped them on my stockings

guy from before,

wants to

my anxiety was back

the waiting room, down

for me to

out a breath, I knocked

deep voice rang in my

Help me, God.

a discreet step inside the room, keeping my gaze fixed

his eyes on

was a fairly tall man, muscular, and apparently really mad at

my gaze up, only to lock

and light stubble that gave

hair was a deep brown

was so

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

frown wore off and he crossed his arms over his

maybe an eight pack under

to smack me, I'd be on the

didn't come here to steal anything,’ I

eyes scanned me for

a

he didn't know

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

the chairs and watched him across the desk, sitting on his

maybe his aura, that intimidated

opened my mouth to speak and hoped that

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

make sure that I had his

me discreetly, then nodded for

disturbance, I heard

your assistant Penny left me

offices are right across each other's.’ Recognition flashed across his features and a slight frown formed on his

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

probably looking for the hint of a