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? That was

skipping my classes to

arms over

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

gone as soon as it

a very docile person.Seems to me he was

he was wrong,’’ I said, knowing well

know his name until I met him in his

seemed to have caught his

"What kind of stuff?"

the desk and leaned forward, suddenly

"You know,’ I shrugged.

There was a glint of amusement in

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

What could he mean by that?

thin line, then took in a deep breath like he

step away from being fired on my very

should be put

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

was standing a

found myself involuntarily getting up in fright

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

go to that cabinet and get

his chest and

find

I collected all the files from the first shelf and

each containing a

picked up a few papers from his desk and placed them on top of

right next to my office.Look for these files’ original versions on her computer and make these corrections.Print out five copies

too dumbfounded

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

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?"

and gasped when

realize he had walked up

could drop

blazer off

at him in

notice your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes

heated up in embarrassment as I took his blazer and

"Thank you” I muttered.

to me, frowning in the process while

the hell

the dampness near the area where

God! That's

it again, having no idea how to confess something

have a lot of friends in high

"Mr.Sinclair."

a knock on the