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.

he really say that?

not skipping my classes to sit here and

my arms

his callous look fell on me, which was soon replaced by a look of

it was gone as soon as it

you were a very docile person.Seems to me he was

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

his name until

have caught his

"What kind of stuff?"

on the desk and leaned forward, suddenly showing interest in a

"You know,’ I shrugged.

a glint of amusement in his eyes once more and a slight smirk forming on

for, Ms.Stewart.I'm nothing like

What could he mean by that? "Clearly

see, I was actually learning something at his company.’ He pressed his lips into a thin line, then took in a deep breath like he was stopping

one step away from being fired on my

should be

he got up from his spot and I held my breath as he rounded his desk

when he was standing a few

getting up

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

get all the files

his arms over his

find a

I collected all the files from the

five files, each containing a large bundle

picked up a few papers from his desk and placed them on

which will be your desk for the next few weeks.It's right next to my office.Look for these files’ original versions on

too

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

a more authoritative tone.I nodded and without wasting another second, I started walking towards the door while carefully balancing the files in my

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

"Yes?"

around and gasped when the files bumped

he had walked

could drop them

took his blazer off and held it

stared at him in

to notice your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew wide as I

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

"Thank you” I muttered.

handed them back to me, frowning in the

hell

the area where I was holding the

God!

opened my mouth to say something but shut it again, having no idea how to

a lot of friends in

"Mr.Sinclair."

knock