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.

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

Stewart.Mr.Andrews has sent me to

Caroline.I'm Penny Woods,

for me to follow her towards the

kept thinking if I

just laugh

as she was guiding me, maybe I wouldn't

elevators opened and we started walking

corner and a long flight of stairs going downwards were

rang and she gave me

"Please go ahead, Caroline."

"Okay."

stairs

and the other

the hell!? I looked back at Penny for help but

deep breath, I

Mr.Wilson's office.

had a swipe card

an important

it was

thinking twice, I pushed the door open and

computer screens

to fish out the correct bunch

"Hey!"

loud shout from

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

"Thief!" she suddenly shouted.

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

God,’

in her direction, I stooped

"Are you okay, Penny?"

pull my handkerchief out, a guy

"Step away from her.Now!"

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

up to us and spoke to the

take her to the

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

was here

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

as I pulled

wished I was only sweating because I was

just say that ‘Sweaty Palms' was my official

my stockings and looked

opened and the guy from before, whose name I learnt

to

my anxiety was

got up and followed him out of the waiting room, down the corridor

motioned for me to go

breath, I knocked on

voice rang in

Help me, God.

a discreet step inside the room, keeping my

feel his

vision, he was a fairly tall man,

slowly lifted my gaze up, only to lock my eyes with his deep blue

a sharp jawline and light stubble

hair was a deep brown

was

Nothing more than 24.

"Mr.Sinclair’ I finally muttered.

and he crossed his

picture a six pack....or maybe

he sornehow decided to smack me, I'd be

here to steal

scanned me for a

a seat,

paused, realizing he didn't know my

"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 on his

aura, that intimidated me and left

to speak and hoped that

call from Mr.Andrews telling me that I had to

to make sure that I had his

was watching me discreetly, then nodded

heard that I had

your assistant Penny left

other's.’ Recognition flashed

was a thief and started running down

seemed to be processing this and probably looking for the hint of