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.

that? That

not skipping my classes to sit here and

crossed my arms over my

look fell on me, which was soon replaced by

gone as soon as it

docile person.Seems to me

was wrong,’’ I said, knowing well that

even know his name until I met him in his

to have caught

"What kind of stuff?"

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

"You know,’ I shrugged.

I really wish was true.’’ There was a glint of amusement in his eyes

for,

What could he mean by

into a thin line, then took in a deep

being fired on my very

should be put on

spot and I held my breath as he rounded his desk

stopped when he was standing

myself involuntarily getting up

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

get all the

arms over his chest

find a sleek white cabinet

the files from the first shelf and walked back to

five files, each containing a

and placed them on

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’ original versions on her computer and make these corrections.Print out

was too dumbfounded to

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

without wasting another second, I started walking towards the door while carefully balancing the files in my

stopped moving when his deep voice sent my

"Yes?"

and gasped when the files bumped into his

realize he had walked

grabbed the files from my hands before I could drop

he took his blazer off and held it out for

stared at him in

your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew wide as

up in embarrassment as I took his blazer and slipped

"Thank you” I muttered.

to me, frowning in the process while looking down

hell

area where I was holding the

God! That's my

to say something but shut it

wonder I didn't have a

"Mr.Sinclair."

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