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

my classes to sit

arms over my

words when his callous look fell on me, which

was gone as soon

very docile person.Seems to me

said stuff about you.Guess he was wrong,’’ I said, knowing

until

seemed to have

"What kind of stuff?"

desk and leaned forward, suddenly showing interest in a

"You know,’ I shrugged.

really wish was true.’’ There was a glint of amusement in his eyes once more and a slight smirk forming on

you wish for, Ms.Stewart.I'm nothing

he mean by that? "Clearly

his lips into a thin line, then took in a deep breath like he

away from being

should be put

from his spot and I held my breath

he was standing a

involuntarily getting up in fright and

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

around, go to that cabinet and get all the

arms over his chest and leaned against

turned around in confusion to find a sleek white cabinet in

to it, I collected all the files from the first

were five files, each containing a

up a few papers from his desk and placed them on top of the bundle in

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

too

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

without wasting another second, I started walking towards the door while

his deep voice sent my name reverberating

"Yes?"

gasped when the files bumped into

didn't even realize he had

from my hands before I could drop them and placed them on

off

at him

glitch.”My eyes grew wide as I remembered

forget that? My cheeks heated up in embarrassment as I took

"Thank you” I muttered.

them back to me, frowning in the process while

the hell

noticed the dampness near the area where I was holding

my God!

shut it again, having no idea how to confess something so

wonder I didn't have a lot of friends in high

"Mr.Sinclair."

was a knock on the