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.

to find a woman with raven black hair smiling at me.She

Caroline Stewart.Mr.Andrews has sent me

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

me to follow her towards

kept thinking if I should ask her

probably just laugh in my

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

and we

a corner and a long flight of stairs going downwards

she gave

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

down the stairs

said Mr.Wilson and the

hell!? I looked back at Penny

a deep breath, I turned to the door which was slightly

Mr.Wilson's office.

had a swipe card lock right next

an important

it was left

twice, I pushed the door open and

of computer screens and

not magically supposed to fish out the correct bunch of files, now am I? Wrong room

"Hey!"

a loud shout from behind

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

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

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

my God,’ I

in her direction, I

"Are you okay, Penny?"

my handkerchief

"Step away from her.Now!"

as he dangerously advanced in our direction and bent down

up to us and spoke to

take her

loudly in my chest.What did he mean by, ‘I'll take care of her'? And what did I even

I was here to steal something

me? I looked down at my hand resting on the leather

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

only sweating

‘Sweaty Palms' was

my stockings and looked

guy from before, whose name I

to see

my anxiety was back

got up and followed him out of the waiting room,

motioned for me to

breath, I

a deep voice

Help me, God.

step inside the room, keeping my

could feel his eyes

out of my peripheral vision, he was a fairly tall

to lock

sharp jawline and light

a deep

was so

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

frown wore off and he crossed his arms over his

a six pack....or maybe an eight pack under that business

me, I'd be on the floor, passed

come here to steal

me

a seat,

realizing he didn't know my

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

chairs and watched him across the

about him, maybe his aura, that

opened my mouth to speak and hoped

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

sure

then

I heard that

but when your assistant Penny left me to take a phone call,

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

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

processing this and probably looking for the hint of