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

skipping my classes to sit here and

arms over my

callous look fell on me, which was soon

it was gone as soon

you were a very docile person.Seems to me

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

name until I

have caught

"What kind of stuff?"

and leaned forward, suddenly showing interest in a futile

"You know,’ I shrugged.

really wish was true.’’ There was a glint of amusement

what you wish for, Ms.Stewart.I'm

mean

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 my very

should be put on

he got up from his spot and I held my breath as

stopped when he was

getting up in fright and facing

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

cabinet and get all

his chest and

in confusion to find a sleek white cabinet in

collected all the files from the first

each containing a large bundle of

desk and placed them on top of the bundle in

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

was too dumbfounded to

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

wasting another second, I started walking towards the door while carefully balancing the files

his deep voice sent my name reverberating all around

"Yes?"

gasped when the files bumped

didn't even realize he had

my hands before I could drop them and placed them on a nearby

off and held it out for

at him

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

in embarrassment as I took his blazer and slipped into it, inhaling his intoxicated

"Thank you” I muttered.

the files up and handed them back to me, frowning in the process while looking

hell

near the area where I was

God! That's my

something but shut it again, having no

a lot of friends in

"Mr.Sinclair."

knock on