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.

woman with raven black hair smiling at me.She

has sent me to collect the

meet you, Caroline.I'm

motioned for me to follow her

I should ask

laugh

as she was guiding me,

elevators opened and we

of stairs going downwards were in front

rang and she gave

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

smiled and climbed down the stairs to come across two

Mr.Wilson and the

looked back at Penny for help but she

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

Mr.Wilson's office.

had a swipe card

an important

wondered why it was left

the door open

computer screens

supposed to fish out the correct bunch

"Hey!"

loud

of the room and found Penny at

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

she ran down the stairs but her foot twisted on the middle step and she tumbled

God,’

I stooped down next

"Are you okay, Penny?"

bleeding and before I could pull my

"Step away from her.Now!"

myself stepping away as he dangerously advanced in our direction and bent down to pick

up to us and

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

here to

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

a squeaky noise as

was only sweating because I

say that ‘Sweaty Palms' was my official

my stockings and looked up at

opened and the guy from before, whose name I learnt was

to see

anxiety was back

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

motioned for me

out a breath, I knocked

voice rang in my

Help me, God.

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

feel his

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

only to lock my

and light stubble that

was a deep brown

He was so

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

and he crossed his arms over his chest, flexing in

easily picture a six pack....or maybe an eight pack under

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

didn't come here to steal anything,’ I

eyes scanned me for a

have a seat,

he didn't

"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

about him, maybe his aura, that intimidated

somehow opened my mouth to

call from Mr.Andrews telling me that I had

sure that I had his

me discreetly, then

I heard that I had

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

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

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

processing this and probably looking for the hint