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

I'm not skipping my classes to sit here

my arms over my

on me, which was

was gone as

you were a very docile person.Seems

knowing

name until I

to have caught his

"What kind of stuff?"

placed his elbows on the desk and leaned forward, suddenly

"You know,’ I shrugged.

There was a glint of amusement in his eyes once more and a slight smirk forming on

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

mean by that? "Clearly

into a thin line, then took in a deep breath like he was stopping

one step away from being fired on my

be put

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

stopped when he was

getting up in

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

cabinet and get all the files from

crossed his arms over his chest

confusion to find

to it, I collected all the files from the

files, each containing a large

up a few papers from his desk and placed

right next to my office.Look for these files’

was too dumbfounded

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

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

voice sent my name reverberating all

"Yes?"

and gasped when the files

he had walked up

files from my hands before I could drop

off

stared at

notice your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew wide as I remembered

that? My cheeks heated up in embarrassment as I took his

"Thank you” I muttered.

the files up and handed them back to me, frowning

the hell

area where I

my God! That's

say something but shut it again, having no idea

I didn't have a lot of friends

"Mr.Sinclair."

a knock on the