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.

smiling at me.She was dressed professionally so I

Stewart.Mr.Andrews has sent me to collect the shipment

meet you, Caroline.I'm

for me to follow her towards

thinking if I should ask her

laugh in

guiding me, maybe I

and we started walking

flight of stairs going downwards were in front

phone rang and she gave me an

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

climbed down the stairs to come across two office

said Mr.Wilson and

Penny for help but

Taking in a deep breath, I turned to the door

Mr.Wilson's office.

swipe card lock

an important

it

pushed the door open

computer screens and

to fish out the correct bunch

"Hey!"

a loud

Penny at the top

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

her foot twisted on

my God,’ I

in her direction, I stooped down

"Are you okay, Penny?"

forehead was bleeding and before I could pull my handkerchief out, a

"Step away from her.Now!"

found myself stepping away as he dangerously advanced in our direction

guy came up to us and spoke to the

her

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 thought about it, the more it

was here to steal something

them that Mr.Andrews sent me? I looked down at my hand resting

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

only sweating because

that ‘Sweaty Palms' was my official

wiped them on my stockings and

from before, whose

to

anxiety

the waiting room, down the corridor

for me to go

a breath, I knocked on

a deep voice rang

Help me, God.

open and took a discreet step inside

could feel his

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

my gaze up, only to lock

face had a sharp jawline and light

a deep

was

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

frown wore off and he crossed his arms over his

pack....or maybe an

me, I'd be on the floor, passed out in a

didn't come here to steal anything,’

eyes scanned me for a

have a

paused, realizing he didn't know

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

of the chairs and watched

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

somehow opened my mouth to speak and hoped that

telling me that I

make sure that I

watching me discreetly, then

I heard that I had

out but when your assistant Penny left

Recognition

was a thief and

be processing this and probably looking