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.

say that? That was so

not skipping my classes

arms over

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

gone as soon

said you were a very docile person.Seems

said, knowing well that

even know his name until I met

to have caught his

"What kind of stuff?"

and leaned forward, suddenly showing interest in a futile

"You know,’ I shrugged.

There was a glint of amusement in his

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

What could he mean

into a thin line, then took

away from being

be

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

when he was standing a

getting up in

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

around, go to that cabinet and get all the files from the first

crossed his arms over his chest and leaned

turned around in confusion to find

collected all the files from the first

were five files, each containing a

few papers from his desk and

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

too dumbfounded

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

tone.I nodded and without wasting another second, I started

deep voice sent my

"Yes?"

when the files bumped into his

realize he had walked

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

his blazer off and

stared at him

everyone to notice your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes

My cheeks heated up in embarrassment as I took his

"Thank you” I muttered.

picked the files up and handed them back to me, frowning in the

hell

area where I

God! That's my

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

I didn't have a lot of friends

"Mr.Sinclair."

knock on the