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.

I turned around to find a woman with raven black hair smiling at me.She was dressed professionally so I assumed

has sent me to collect

Caroline.I'm Penny Woods,

me to

kept thinking if I should ask her about

just laugh

me, maybe I

we

flight of stairs going downwards were

she gave

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

down the stairs

said Mr.Wilson and the

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

did she go? Taking in a deep breath, I turned

Mr.Wilson's office.

a swipe card

an important

why it was

pushed the door open

computer screens

magically supposed to fish out the correct bunch of files, now

"Hey!"

heard a loud shout from

walked out of the room and found Penny at the top of the

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

down the stairs but her foot twisted on the middle

my God,’

her direction, I stooped down

"Are you okay, Penny?"

I could pull my handkerchief out,

"Step away from her.Now!"

stepping away as he dangerously advanced in our direction and bent

us and spoke to

her

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:

I was here

I looked down at

a squeaky noise as I pulled my hand

only sweating because

just say that ‘Sweaty Palms' was my official high school

stockings and

and the guy from before, whose

to

anxiety

of the waiting room,

motioned for me to go

breath, I knocked on

deep voice

Help me, God.

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

could feel his

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

up, only to lock my eyes

sharp jawline and light stubble

was a deep brown

was so

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

wore off and he crossed his arms over

six pack....or maybe an eight pack

be on the

to steal

scanned me for a

have a seat,

paused, realizing he didn't know

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

the chairs and watched him

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

mouth to speak and hoped that

telling me that I had to collect files from your

paused to make sure

watching me discreetly, then nodded

some disturbance, I heard that I had to

Penny left

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

inside the room.That's when Penny thought I was a thief and

seemed to be processing this and probably looking