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

Caroline Stewart.Mr.Andrews has sent me to

Caroline.I'm Penny Woods,

me to follow

kept thinking if I should

laugh

as she was guiding me, maybe I

elevators opened and we started walking down

flight of stairs going downwards were in front

rang and she gave

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

stairs to come

and

at Penny for help

in a deep breath, I

Mr.Wilson's office.

swipe card lock right next

be an

why it

twice, I pushed the door open and

computer

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

"Hey!"

a loud

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

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

her foot twisted on the middle step and she

God,’ I

over in her direction, I stooped down

"Are you okay, Penny?"

forehead was bleeding and before I could pull my handkerchief

"Step away from her.Now!"

he dangerously advanced in our direction and bent

came up to us and spoke

take her to

‘I'll take care of her'? And what did I even do?

was here to steal

Mr.Andrews sent me? I looked

squeaky noise as I

was only sweating because

just say that ‘Sweaty Palms' was my

I wiped them on my stockings and

before, whose name I learnt

to see

my anxiety was

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

me to

breath, I knocked on the

voice

Help me, God.

took a discreet step inside the

could feel his

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

my gaze up, only to lock my eyes with his deep blue

face had a sharp jawline and light stubble that gave

hair was a deep brown

was so

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

wore off and he crossed his arms over

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

smack me, I'd be on

here to steal

me

a

paused, realizing he didn't know

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

on one of the chairs and watched him across the desk,

was something about him, maybe his aura, that intimidated

somehow opened my mouth to speak

telling me that I

make sure that

me discreetly, then nodded

heard

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

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

Mr.Wilson's door ajar, I went inside the room.That's when Penny thought I was a thief and started running down the stairs, twisted her foot and fell.That's all the

this and probably looking for the