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?

classes to sit here and

my arms

on

gone as

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

wrong,’’ I said, knowing

his name until I met

to have caught his

"What kind of stuff?"

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

"You know,’ I shrugged.

of amusement in his eyes once more and a

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

What could he mean by

a thin line, then took in a deep breath

away from being fired

should be put on

and I held my breath as

was standing

getting up

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

cabinet and get all the files from the

over his

around in confusion to find a sleek

the files from the first shelf and walked back to

each containing

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

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

was too

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

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

moving when his deep voice sent my name

"Yes?"

around and gasped when

even realize he had walked up to

hands before I could

off and held it out for

stared at

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

embarrassment as I took his blazer and slipped into it,

"Thank you” I muttered.

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

the hell

near the area where I was

my God!

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

have a lot of friends in

"Mr.Sinclair."

a knock