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.

around to find a woman with raven black hair smiling at me.She

Caroline Stewart.Mr.Andrews has sent me

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

motioned for me to

thinking if I should ask her

probably just laugh

was guiding me, maybe I wouldn't need to

elevators opened and we started walking

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

she gave me an apologetic

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

stairs to come across

said Mr.Wilson and the

back at Penny for help but she wasn't

Taking in a deep breath,

Mr.Wilson's office.

had a swipe card lock right next to

be an important

why it was left

the door open

computer screens

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

"Hey!"

heard a loud shout from behind

room and found Penny

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

stairs but her foot twisted

God,’

direction, I

"Are you okay, Penny?"

was bleeding and before I could pull my handkerchief out, a guy

"Step away from her.Now!"

I found myself stepping away as he dangerously advanced

up to us and spoke to

her to the

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 making

I was here

tell them that Mr.Andrews sent me? I looked

palms made a squeaky noise as I pulled my

I was only sweating because I

‘Sweaty Palms'

wiped them on my stockings and looked up at the

before, whose

to see

my anxiety was

room, down

me

a breath, I knocked on

a deep voice rang in

Help me, God.

double doors open and took a discreet step inside the

feel his eyes

my peripheral vision, he was a fairly tall man, muscular, and apparently really

to lock my eyes with his deep

and light

a

He was so

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

his

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

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

come here to

scanned me for

have a seat,

paused, realizing he didn't

"Stewart—Caroline Stewart; I blurted.

He nodded.

"Sit down, Ms.Stewart."

of the chairs and watched him across the

something about him, maybe his aura, that intimidated me

somehow opened my mouth to

call from Mr.Andrews telling me that I had to collect

paused to make sure that I had

watching me discreetly, then nodded for

heard

assistant Penny left me to take a phone call,

Recognition

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

this and probably looking for the hint of