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.

really say that? That

skipping my classes to sit here

arms over my

fell on

gone as soon as it

docile person.Seems

also said stuff about you.Guess he was wrong,’’ I said, knowing

didn't even know his name until I met

have

"What kind of stuff?"

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

for, Ms.Stewart.I'm nothing like

What could he mean by

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

one step away from being fired on my very

be put on

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

he was standing

myself involuntarily getting up

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

around, go to that cabinet and get

his arms over his

confusion to find a sleek white cabinet in the

I collected all the files from the first

each containing a

his desk and placed them on top of the bundle in

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

too dumbfounded to

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

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

his deep voice sent my name reverberating all around the

"Yes?"

gasped when

even realize he had walked up

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

his blazer off and

at him

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

cheeks heated up in embarrassment as I took his blazer and slipped into it,

"Thank you” I muttered.

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

the hell is

near the area

my God! That's my

it again, having no idea how to confess something so

a lot of

"Mr.Sinclair."

was a knock