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

not skipping my classes to sit

crossed my arms over

when his callous look fell on me, which was soon

was gone as soon as

were a very docile person.Seems to

about you.Guess he was wrong,’’ I said, knowing well that

even know his name until I met

to have caught his

"What kind of stuff?"

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

"You know,’ I shrugged.

of amusement in his eyes once

wish for, Ms.Stewart.I'm

could he mean by that?

his lips into a thin line, then took in a deep breath like he was stopping himself from lashing

away from being fired on my very

should be put

I held my breath as he rounded his desk to walk in

stopped when he was

myself involuntarily getting up in fright

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

get all the files from the

crossed his arms over his chest

turned around in confusion to find a sleek white cabinet

collected all the files from the first

five files, each containing a

and placed

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

too dumbfounded to

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

more authoritative tone.I nodded and without wasting another second, I started

stopped moving when his deep voice

"Yes?"

and gasped when the files bumped into

realize he had walked up to

files from my hands before I could drop them and placed them on

took his blazer off and held it out

stared at

wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew wide as I remembered

could I forget that? My cheeks heated up in embarrassment as I took

"Thank you” I muttered.

me, frowning in the process while looking

hell is

noticed the dampness near the area where

God!

to say something but shut it again, having no

a

"Mr.Sinclair."

was a knock on the