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

arms over

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

was gone as

you were a very docile person.Seems to me he

wrong,’’ I said, knowing well that Blake had never said a

know his name until I met him in

seemed to have caught

"What kind of stuff?"

placed his elbows on the desk and leaned forward, suddenly showing interest in

"You know,’ I shrugged.

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

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

What could he mean by that? "Clearly you're

lips into a thin line, then took in a deep

away from being fired

be put

I held my

stopped when he was standing a few

myself involuntarily getting up in fright and

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

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

his arms over his chest and leaned against his

in confusion to find a sleek white

collected all the files from the first shelf and walked back to

containing a large bundle

from his desk and placed

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

too dumbfounded to

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

second, I started walking towards the door

deep voice sent my name

"Yes?"

turned around and gasped when

even realize he had walked up

from my hands before I could drop them and placed

blazer off and held it

stared at him in

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

could I forget that? My cheeks heated up in embarrassment as I took his blazer and slipped into it,

"Thank you” I muttered.

me, frowning in the process

the hell is

near the area where I was holding

God!

but shut it again, having no idea how to confess something so

I didn't have a lot of friends

"Mr.Sinclair."

was a knock on