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? That

I'm not skipping my classes to

crossed my arms over

my words when his callous look fell on me, which was soon replaced by a

as soon as

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

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

even know his name until I met

to have caught

"What kind of stuff?"

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

"You know,’ I shrugged.

a glint of amusement in

for,

What could he mean by that? "Clearly you're

company.’ He pressed his lips into a thin line, then took in a

step away from being fired

be put

and I held my breath as he rounded his desk to

stopped when he was standing a few

up in fright and

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

to that cabinet and get all the files

crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against

confusion to find

files from the first shelf and walked

files, each containing a

up a few papers from his desk and placed them on

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

was too dumbfounded

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

another second, I started walking towards the door

My feet stopped moving when his deep voice sent my name

"Yes?"

when the files bumped into

realize he had walked

the files from my hands before I could drop them and placed them on a nearby

blazer off and held it

stared at him

unless you want everyone to notice your wardrobe glitch.”My

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

"Thank you” I muttered.

and handed them back to me, frowning in the process

hell is

the area where I

my God! That's

opened my mouth to say something but shut it again, having

I didn't have a lot of friends

"Mr.Sinclair."

knock on