Billionaire Nick

A frown formed on his lips as he walked behind his desk and sat in the chair.

I shifted in my position to face him squarely, so he wouldn't see the torn material at the back of my blouse.

All I had to do was get to the bathroom and come up with a solution to fix the shirt.

And if my brain didn't work, I would call Rebekah.

"So I'm supposed to go to Trent, right?"

I asked while taking a step towards the door.

"No.” His eyes narrowed for a moment.

"Why would you?"

"Uh—he said he was supposed to show me around."

"No, Ms.Stewart” he said.

"Trent is a little busy at the moment.So..."

He directed his gaze to the chairs across his desk, motioning for me to sit down.

Letting out a breath, I seated myself in one of the chairs and faced him.

He went back to typing on his laptop and I thought he would say something after finishing some work, but half an hour passed and I was just sitting in the same spot, doing nothing.

I cleared my throat to get his attention but he just kept looking at the screen.

Was he doing that intentionally? 

"Mr.Sinclair?" I finally spoke.

He looked up from his laptop.

"Yes, Ms.Stewart?"

"Is there something I can do for you?" I asked.

"Not at the moment."

And with that, he went back to typing again.

Another fifteen minutes passed.

"Mr. Sinclair?" I called again.

He let out a breath.

"Yes?"

"Is there something I can do for you?"

"No—"

"I can fetch your coffee? Or send e-mails? Or go out to get someone in case you don't feel like using the phone?"

"Not really." I frowned.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" He thought for a moment.

"Yes." My eyes lit up.

"What?"

"Sit quietly."

My jaw dropped.

that? That was so

I'm not skipping my classes to sit here

crossed my arms over

fell on me, which was soon replaced by a look

as

docile person.Seems to me he

also said stuff about you.Guess he was wrong,’’ I said, knowing well that Blake had

know his name until I

have

"What kind of stuff?"

placed his elbows on the desk and leaned forward, suddenly

"You know,’ I shrugged.

glint of amusement in his eyes once more and a slight

you wish for, Ms.Stewart.I'm

What could he mean by that?

thin line, then took in a deep breath like he was

step away from being fired

be put on

from his spot and I held my breath

he was standing a

involuntarily getting up in fright

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

to that cabinet and get all the

over his chest and leaned against his

in confusion to find a

to it, I collected all the files from the first shelf and

files, each containing a large bundle

few papers from his desk and placed

all the corrections.Go to my secretary's desk, which will be your desk for the next few weeks.It's right next to my office.Look for these files’ original versions on her computer and make these corrections.Print out five copies of each and arrange them in order

was too dumbfounded to

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

asked, this time in a more authoritative tone.I nodded and without wasting another second, I started walking towards the door

My feet stopped moving when his deep voice sent my name reverberating all

"Yes?"

turned around and gasped when the

didn't even realize he had walked up

my hands before I could drop them and placed them on

took his blazer off and held it out

stared at him

want everyone to notice your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes

embarrassment as I took his blazer and slipped into it, inhaling his

"Thank you” I muttered.

and handed them back to me, frowning in the process while looking down

the hell

near the area where I was holding the

my God! That's my

it again, having no

a

"Mr.Sinclair."

knock on the