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?

I'm not skipping my classes to sit here and

arms

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

was gone as soon as

you were a very docile person.Seems

also said stuff about you.Guess he was wrong,’’ I said, knowing well that Blake

even know his name until I met

have caught his

"What kind of stuff?"

on the desk and leaned forward, suddenly showing interest in

"You know,’ I shrugged.

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

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

could he mean

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

being fired on my very

be

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

finally stopped when he was standing a

getting up in fright

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

go to that cabinet and get all the files from the

his chest and leaned against

turned around in confusion to find

over to it, I collected all the files from the first shelf and walked

five files, each containing a large bundle

from his desk and placed them on top of the bundle

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 them in order like these files.Am

was too

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

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

voice

"Yes?"

around and gasped when the

even realize he had walked

could drop them and placed them

he took his blazer off and held it

at

wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew wide as I

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

"Thank you” I muttered.

to me, frowning

the hell

the dampness near the area where I was holding the bundle

God! That's my

mouth to say something but shut it again, having

wonder I didn't have a lot of friends in

"Mr.Sinclair."

was a knock