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.

a woman with raven black hair smiling at

sent me to

meet you, Caroline.I'm

me to follow

I should

probably just laugh in

was guiding me, maybe

elevators opened and we started walking down a

flight of stairs going downwards

and she gave

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

down the stairs to come across

said Mr.Wilson and

looked back at Penny for help but she wasn't there

deep breath, I turned to the door which was slightly

Mr.Wilson's office.

card lock right next

an

why it was left

thinking twice, I pushed the

computer screens

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

"Hey!"

loud shout

of the room and found Penny at the top of the

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

in confusion as she ran down the stairs but her foot twisted on

God,’ I

in her direction, I

"Are you okay, Penny?"

my handkerchief out,

"Step away from her.Now!"

as he dangerously advanced in our direction and bent down to

us and spoke

her

take care of her'? And what did I even do? Thankfully,

was here to steal something

I looked down at my hand resting on the

made a squeaky noise as I pulled my

only sweating because I was

just say that ‘Sweaty Palms' was my official high

stockings

the guy from before, whose name I learnt was Trent, walked

wants to

anxiety was back

out of the waiting room, down the corridor and towards the

motioned for me to go

I knocked on the

in, a deep voice

Help me, God.

discreet step inside the room,

feel his eyes on

of my peripheral vision, he was a fairly tall man, muscular, and apparently really mad at

only to lock my eyes with

face had a sharp jawline and light

hair was a deep brown

He was

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

wore off and he crossed his

six pack....or maybe an eight pack under

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

here to steal anything,’ I

scanned me for a

have a

paused, realizing he didn't know

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

on one of the chairs and watched him across the desk, sitting on his huge

him, maybe his aura, that

mouth to speak and

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

paused to make sure that I

then nodded for

disturbance, I heard that I had

thought I'd figure it out but when your assistant Penny left me to take

are right across each other's.’ Recognition

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

to be processing this and probably looking for