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

Caroline Stewart.Mr.Andrews has sent me

Caroline.I'm Penny

for me to

thinking if I should ask her about

just laugh in

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

opened and we started

and a long flight of stairs

rang and she gave me

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

stairs to come across

Mr.Wilson and

at Penny for help but she wasn't there

deep breath, I turned to the

Mr.Wilson's office.

a swipe card

an important

why it was left

the door open and

computer screens

out the correct bunch of files, now am I?

"Hey!"

loud shout from behind

room and found Penny at the top of the stairs, watching

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

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

God,’ I

I stooped down next to

"Are you okay, Penny?"

forehead was bleeding and before I could pull my handkerchief

"Step away from her.Now!"

as he dangerously advanced in our direction and bent

up to us and

take her to the

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 to steal something

sent me? I looked down at my hand

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

I was only sweating because

just say that ‘Sweaty Palms' was my official

my stockings and looked up at

before, whose name I learnt

to see

anxiety was

of the waiting room, down the corridor and towards the

me to go

breath, I knocked on

voice rang in

Help me, God.

and took a discreet step inside the

could feel his eyes

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

my gaze up, only to lock my eyes

jawline and light stubble that gave him a

a deep

was so

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

he crossed his arms over

maybe an eight

be on the floor, passed out in

come here to

scanned me

have a seat,

paused, realizing he didn't know

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

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

his aura, that intimidated me and left me

to speak and

Mr.Andrews telling me that I had to collect files

paused to make sure that

was watching me discreetly, then nodded for me to

heard that I had to meet

out but when your assistant Penny left me to take a phone call, I was confused

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

I was a thief and started running down the stairs, twisted her

probably looking