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.

turned around to find a woman with raven black hair smiling at me.She was dressed professionally so I assumed that she worked here."I

me to collect the shipment

to meet you, Caroline.I'm

for me to follow her towards

kept thinking if I should ask her about

laugh in

she was guiding me, maybe

we started walking down a

long flight of stairs going downwards were in front

she gave me an apologetic

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

down the stairs to come across

and the

Penny for help

in a deep breath,

Mr.Wilson's office.

swipe card lock right next

an

why it was

I pushed the door open

computer

not magically supposed to fish out the correct bunch of

"Hey!"

a loud shout from

I walked out of the room and found Penny

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

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

my God,’

I stooped down next

"Are you okay, Penny?"

I could pull my handkerchief out, a guy came

"Step away from her.Now!"

myself stepping away as he dangerously advanced in our direction and bent down to

came up to us and spoke to the first

her

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 ‘make her sit in a waiting room until she dies of boredom: And the more I thought about it, the more

thought I was here to steal

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

as I pulled my hand off

wished I was only sweating

‘Sweaty Palms' was my official high

on my stockings and looked up at the

door opened and the guy from before, whose

wants to

my anxiety was back

and followed him out of the waiting room,

me

I knocked

deep voice rang

Help me, God.

and took a discreet step inside

feel his eyes

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

lifted my gaze up, only to

sharp jawline and light stubble

a

was so

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

off and he crossed his arms over his chest, flexing

six pack....or maybe an eight

me, I'd be on the

come here to steal

eyes scanned me for

a

realizing he didn't know

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

and watched him across the

about him, maybe his aura,

mouth to speak and hoped that

Mr.Andrews telling me that I had to

make sure that I

was watching me discreetly, then

heard

your assistant Penny left me to take a phone call, I

each other's.’ Recognition flashed across

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

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