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

my classes to

arms over my

callous look fell on me,

was gone as

you were a very docile person.Seems to me he

stuff about you.Guess he was wrong,’’ I said, knowing well that Blake had never said a word about him

know his name until I met him in

to have

"What kind of stuff?"

and leaned forward, suddenly showing interest in

"You know,’ I shrugged.

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

wish for, Ms.Stewart.I'm

mean by that? "Clearly

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

from being fired on my very

be put

spot and I held my breath as he rounded his desk to walk in my

when he was standing a few

found myself involuntarily getting up

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

get all

arms over his

in confusion to find a sleek white cabinet

I collected all the files from the first shelf and walked

were five files, each containing a large bundle of

and

few weeks.It's right next to my office.Look for these files’ original versions on her computer and

too

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

this time in a more authoritative tone.I nodded and without wasting another second,

deep voice sent my

"Yes?"

and gasped when the files bumped into

even realize he had walked up

my hands before I could drop them

blazer off and held

stared at him in

it, unless you want everyone to notice your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew wide as I remembered that my blouse

as I took his blazer

"Thank you” I muttered.

the files up and handed them back to me, frowning in the process while looking down at his

hell is

the area where

my God!

it

a lot of friends in high

"Mr.Sinclair."

knock on