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.

find a woman with raven black hair smiling at me.She was dressed professionally so I assumed that she worked here."I

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

meet you, Caroline.I'm

to follow her towards the

kept thinking if I should ask her

laugh in

was guiding me, maybe

elevators opened and we

of stairs

rang and she gave me an

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

the stairs

Mr.Wilson and

I looked back at Penny for help but she wasn't there

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

Mr.Wilson's office.

swipe card lock right next

be an

wondered why it

twice, I pushed the door open and walked

computer screens and

out the correct

"Hey!"

loud shout

Penny at the top of

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

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

God,’ I

direction, I stooped down

"Are you okay, Penny?"

bleeding and before I could pull my

"Step away from her.Now!"

found myself stepping away as he dangerously advanced in our direction and bent

to us

take 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

thought I was here to steal

Mr.Andrews sent me? I looked

sweaty palms made a squeaky noise as I pulled my

only sweating because I was

‘Sweaty Palms' was my official high school

my stockings and looked up

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

wants to

anxiety was back

him out of the waiting room, down the corridor and

for me to

I knocked on the

deep voice

Help me, God.

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

his eyes on

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

my gaze up, only to lock

light stubble that gave him a

was a

was so

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

he crossed his arms over his chest, flexing in

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

he sornehow decided to smack me, I'd be

to steal

scanned me for

a seat,

he

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

chairs and watched him across the desk,

aura, that intimidated

to speak and hoped that

Mr.Andrews telling me that I

paused to make sure

discreetly, then nodded for me to

some disturbance, I heard that I had

thought I'd figure it out but when your assistant Penny left

are right across each other's.’ Recognition flashed

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

be processing this and probably