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

classes to sit here and

my arms over

callous look fell on me, which was

as soon as

docile person.Seems to

he was wrong,’’ I said, knowing well that Blake had never said a word about

even know his name until

seemed to have caught his

"What kind of stuff?"

elbows on the desk and leaned forward,

"You know,’ I shrugged.

amusement in his eyes once more and a

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

could he mean by that? "Clearly

I 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

step away from being fired on

be put

up from his spot and I held my breath as

was standing

found myself involuntarily getting up in

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

to that cabinet and get all the files from the

arms over his chest and leaned

turned around in confusion to find a sleek white

it, I collected all the files from the first

five files, each containing a large

from his desk and placed

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 arrange them in

was too dumbfounded to

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

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

stopped moving when his deep voice sent my name

"Yes?"

when the

he had

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

took his blazer off and

at him

to notice your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew wide as I remembered that my

as I took his blazer and slipped into it,

"Thank you” I muttered.

back to me, frowning in the process while looking down

hell

noticed the dampness near the area where I was holding the

God! That's

it again, having no idea how to confess something so

I didn't have a lot of

"Mr.Sinclair."

knock