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?

not skipping my classes to sit here

my arms over

regretted my words when his callous look fell on me,

it was gone as soon as it

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

said, knowing well that Blake

didn't even know his name until I met him

to have

"What kind of stuff?"

placed his elbows on the desk and leaned forward, suddenly showing interest in a futile

"You know,’ I shrugged.

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

wish for, Ms.Stewart.I'm

What could he mean

lips into a thin line, then took

away from being fired on my

should be

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

stopped when he was

involuntarily getting up

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

around, go to that cabinet and get all

arms over his chest and leaned against

turned around in confusion to find a sleek white cabinet in

files from the first shelf and walked back to

files, each containing a

and placed them on top of the bundle

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

too

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

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

his deep voice

"Yes?"

gasped when

even realize he had walked

grabbed the files from my hands before I could drop them

he took his blazer off and held it out for

at him

your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes

I forget that? My cheeks heated up in embarrassment as I took his blazer and slipped into it, inhaling

"Thank you” I muttered.

handed them back to me, frowning in the process

hell

the dampness near the area where

God! That's

shut it again, having no

didn't have a lot of friends in

"Mr.Sinclair."

was a knock