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

has sent me to collect

to meet you, Caroline.I'm Penny Woods,

motioned for me to follow

if I should ask her about

laugh in my

guiding me, maybe I wouldn't need to

elevators opened and we started walking down a

flight of stairs going downwards were in front

and she gave me an apologetic

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

down the stairs to come across

and

Penny for help but she

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

Mr.Wilson's office.

swipe card lock right

be an important

it was left

pushed the door open and

computer

fish out the correct bunch of files,

"Hey!"

loud

the room and found Penny

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

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

my God,’

in her direction, I stooped down next

"Are you okay, Penny?"

bleeding and before I could pull my handkerchief out, a guy came

"Step away from her.Now!"

me? I found myself stepping away as he dangerously advanced in

to us

her to

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

was here to

sent me? I looked down at my

a squeaky noise as I pulled my hand

I was only sweating because I was

say that ‘Sweaty Palms' was my

my stockings and looked up

door opened and the guy from before,

to

my anxiety was back

and followed him out of the waiting room, down the corridor and towards the double doors at

motioned for me to go

a breath, I

in, a deep voice rang in my

Help me, God.

took a discreet step inside the room, keeping my gaze fixed on the

could feel his eyes

my peripheral vision, he was a

gaze up, only to lock my

and light stubble that gave him

hair was a

He was

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

off and he crossed his arms over

easily picture a six pack....or maybe

smack me, I'd be on the

didn't come here to steal

scanned me for

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

was something about him, maybe his aura,

mouth to speak and hoped that

me that I had to collect files

make sure that

me discreetly, then

some disturbance, I heard that

when your assistant Penny left me to take

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

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

processing this and probably looking for the