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 dressed professionally so I assumed that she

sent me

you, Caroline.I'm Penny Woods,

for me to follow

thinking if I should ask

just laugh in

was guiding me, maybe I

opened and we started walking

turned a corner and a long flight of stairs going downwards were in front

rang and she gave me

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

down the stairs to come across two

and the other

the hell!? I looked back at Penny for help but

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

Mr.Wilson's office.

had a swipe card lock right next

an

why it was left

thinking twice, I pushed the door open and

of computer screens and

fish out the correct bunch of files, now am I? Wrong

"Hey!"

heard a loud shout

I walked out of the room and found Penny at the top

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

her foot twisted on the middle step and she tumbled down the other half of

my God,’

direction, I

"Are you okay, Penny?"

could pull my handkerchief

"Step away from her.Now!"

talking to me? I found myself stepping away as he dangerously advanced in our direction and bent down to

us and spoke

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

thought I was here

Mr.Andrews sent me? I looked down at my hand resting on the

palms made a squeaky noise as

was only sweating because I

let's just say that ‘Sweaty Palms' was my

wiped them on my stockings and looked

from before, whose name I

to

anxiety

the waiting room, down the corridor and towards the double

motioned for me

out a breath, I knocked

voice rang in

Help me, God.

a discreet step inside the room, keeping

feel his

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

only to lock my eyes with his deep

and light stubble that gave him

a deep brown

was so

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

off and he crossed his arms over his chest, flexing in

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

smack me, I'd be on the

come here to steal anything,’ I

me for

a

he didn't

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

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

something about him, maybe his aura, that intimidated me

somehow opened my mouth to speak and hoped that I

Mr.Andrews telling me that I had to

to make sure that

was watching me discreetly, then nodded for me to

of some disturbance, I heard that I had to

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

Recognition flashed across his

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

and probably looking for the hint of a