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 so

skipping my classes to sit here and do

arms over my

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

as soon as it

said you were a very docile person.Seems to me he

knowing well that Blake had never said a word about him

even know his name until I met him in

have

"What kind of stuff?"

placed his elbows on the desk and leaned forward, suddenly

"You know,’ I shrugged.

was a glint of amusement in his eyes once

for,

mean by

at his company.’ He pressed his lips into a thin line, then took in a deep breath like he was stopping

step away from being

be put

from his spot and I held my breath as

when he was standing a

getting up

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

that cabinet and get all

over his

around in confusion to find a sleek white cabinet in the

files from the first shelf

files, each containing a large bundle

his desk and placed

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 five copies of each and arrange them

too

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

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

feet stopped moving when his deep voice sent

"Yes?"

turned around and gasped when

realize he had

before I could drop them and placed them on a nearby

took his blazer off and

stared at him in

glitch.”My eyes

cheeks heated up in embarrassment as I took his blazer and

"Thank you” I muttered.

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

the hell

dampness near the area where I was holding

my God! That's

it again,

didn't have a

"Mr.Sinclair."

knock