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.

hair smiling at me.She was

sent me to collect the

to meet you, Caroline.I'm Penny Woods, Mr.Sinclair's

me to follow her

I should

just laugh

me,

opened and we started

long flight of

she

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

smiled and climbed down the stairs to come across two office

Mr.Wilson and

hell!? I looked back at Penny for help

Taking in a deep breath,

Mr.Wilson's office.

had a swipe card lock right next

an important

it was

I pushed the door open and

computer screens

fish out the correct bunch

"Hey!"

heard a loud shout from

found Penny at the top of the stairs, watching me

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

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

my God,’ I

over in her direction, I

"Are you okay, Penny?"

pull my handkerchief

"Step away from her.Now!"

as he dangerously advanced in our direction and bent down

us and spoke

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 started making

thought I was here to

sent me? I looked down at my hand resting on the leather

a squeaky noise as I pulled my hand off

was only sweating because

Palms' was

I wiped them on my stockings and looked up at

guy from before, whose name

wants to

my anxiety

out of the waiting room, down the

for me to go

out a breath, I

in, a deep voice

Help me, God.

took a discreet step inside the room, keeping my

feel his eyes

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

up, only to lock my eyes with his deep blue

jawline and light

hair was a deep brown

He was so

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

off and he crossed his

pack....or maybe an eight pack under that

to smack me, I'd be on

here to steal anything,’ I

eyes scanned me

a seat,

paused, realizing he

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

and watched him across the desk, sitting

aura, that intimidated me

mouth to speak and hoped that

got a call from Mr.Andrews telling me that I had to collect

make sure that

then nodded

disturbance, I heard that I had to

when your assistant Penny left me to take a phone

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

was a thief and started running down the stairs, twisted

to be processing this and probably