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.

black hair smiling at me.She was dressed professionally so I assumed that she

sent me to collect

you, Caroline.I'm

to follow her

kept thinking if I

laugh in

seeing as she was guiding me, maybe I wouldn't need

elevators opened and we started

corner and a long flight of stairs going downwards were in

and she gave me

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

stairs to

and

looked back at Penny for help but she

go? Taking in a deep breath, I turned to

Mr.Wilson's office.

a swipe card lock

be an important

it

thinking twice, I pushed the door open and walked

computer screens and

correct bunch of files, now am I?

"Hey!"

a loud

out of the room and found Penny at the top of the stairs, watching

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

watched her in confusion as she ran down the stairs but her foot twisted on

God,’

her direction, I stooped down

"Are you okay, Penny?"

I could pull my handkerchief out, a guy came

"Step away from her.Now!"

to me? I found myself stepping away as he dangerously advanced

to us and spoke to the first

her to

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 it started

here to steal something

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

a squeaky noise as I pulled my hand

was only sweating because I was

Palms'

them on my stockings and

from before, whose name

to

anxiety was

of the waiting room, down the corridor and towards the double doors at the

for me to

a breath, I knocked on

deep voice rang in my

Help me, God.

a discreet step inside the room, keeping my gaze fixed

feel his

was a fairly tall man, muscular, and

up, only to lock my eyes

had a sharp jawline and light stubble that gave him a five o'clock

hair was a

He was so

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

off and he crossed his arms

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

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

come here to steal anything,’ I

me

a seat,

he didn't know

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

chairs and watched him across the desk, sitting on

aura, that

mouth to speak and

me that I had to collect files

sure that I had

me discreetly, then nodded for me

heard that I had to

Penny left me to take a phone call,

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

thought I was a thief and started running down

probably