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.

smiling at

sent me to collect

you, Caroline.I'm Penny Woods,

motioned for me to

I should ask her

laugh in

she was guiding me, maybe I wouldn't

opened and we started

and a long flight of stairs going downwards were in

rang and she gave me

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

the stairs to

said Mr.Wilson and

hell!? I looked back at Penny for help

deep breath, I turned to the door which

Mr.Wilson's office.

swipe card

an

wondered why it

the door open and

computer screens

supposed to fish out the correct bunch

"Hey!"

heard a loud shout

and found Penny

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

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

God,’ I

direction, I stooped down

"Are you okay, Penny?"

before I could pull my handkerchief out,

"Step away from her.Now!"

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

to us and spoke

take her to

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

thought I was here

I tell them that Mr.Andrews sent me? I looked

squeaky noise as I

only sweating because

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

on my stockings and looked up at

guy from before, whose name I learnt

to

my anxiety was

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

motioned for me to go

I knocked

voice

Help me, God.

open and took a discreet step inside the room, keeping my

could feel his

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

up, only to lock

light stubble that gave him a five

was a deep brown

He was so

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

and he crossed his arms over his

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

smack me, I'd be

to steal

me for

a

he didn't know

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

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

was something about him, maybe his aura, that intimidated me and left

opened my mouth to speak and hoped that I

a call from Mr.Andrews telling me that

paused to make sure

was watching me discreetly, then nodded

I heard

thought I'd figure it out but when your assistant Penny left me to take a

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

found Mr.Wilson's door ajar, I went inside the room.That's when Penny thought I was a thief and started running down the stairs, twisted

this and probably looking for