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.

with raven black hair smiling at me.She

Caroline Stewart.Mr.Andrews has sent me to

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

me to

thinking if I should ask her about

laugh in my

seeing as she was guiding me,

elevators opened and we started

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

she gave me an apologetic

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

smiled and climbed down the stairs to

said Mr.Wilson and the

at Penny for

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

Mr.Wilson's office.

card lock right next to

an important

wondered why it was left

I pushed the

computer screens

supposed to fish out the correct bunch of files, now am

"Hey!"

loud shout from

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

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

stairs but her foot twisted on the middle step and

my God,’

direction, I stooped down

"Are you okay, Penny?"

and before I could pull my handkerchief out, a

"Step away from her.Now!"

away as he dangerously advanced in our direction and bent down to pick up

guy came up to us and spoke to the first

take her

I even do? Thankfully, ‘take care of her’ only meant ‘make her sit in a waiting room until she

here to steal something

Mr.Andrews sent me? I looked down at my

made a squeaky noise as

was only

‘Sweaty Palms' was

on my stockings and

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

to see

anxiety was back

the waiting room, down the

me to

out a breath, I

a deep voice

Help me, God.

double doors open and took a discreet step inside the room, keeping

feel his

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

only to lock my eyes with

sharp jawline and light stubble that gave him

hair was a deep brown

was

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

his arms over his chest,

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

decided to smack me, I'd be on the floor, passed out in a

come here to steal anything,’

me

a

realizing he didn't

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

chairs and watched him across the desk, sitting on

him, maybe his aura, that intimidated me and left

my mouth to speak and hoped that I

me that I had to collect files from

paused to make sure that I had

then nodded

of some disturbance, I heard that I

but when your assistant Penny left me to take a phone

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

found Mr.Wilson's door ajar, I went inside the room.That's when Penny thought I was a

probably looking for the