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.

really say that? That was so

classes to sit

crossed my arms over

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

gone as

docile person.Seems to me he was

you.Guess he was wrong,’’ I said, knowing well that Blake had never

until I met him in his

have

"What kind of stuff?"

leaned forward, suddenly showing interest in

"You know,’ I shrugged.

There was a glint of amusement in

for, Ms.Stewart.I'm nothing like

could he mean by that? "Clearly

was actually learning something at his company.’ He pressed his lips into a thin line, then took in a deep breath like he was stopping himself from lashing out at

away from being fired on

should be put on

from his spot and I held my breath as he

finally stopped when he was

involuntarily getting up

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

to that cabinet and get all the files from

arms over his

around in confusion to find a sleek white

the files

each containing a large bundle

few papers from his desk and placed them on top of the bundle

papers have all the 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’

was too dumbfounded

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

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

his deep voice sent my name

"Yes?"

when the files

he had walked

from my hands before I could drop them

off

stared at him in

your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew

My cheeks heated up in embarrassment as I took his blazer and slipped

"Thank you” I muttered.

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

the hell is

near the area where I was holding the bundle

my God!

my mouth to say something but shut it

didn't have a lot of friends in high

"Mr.Sinclair."

was a knock