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 was

skipping my classes to sit here and do

crossed my arms

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

as soon

a very docile person.Seems to me he was wrong.’’

knowing well that Blake had never said a word about him

even know his name until

seemed to have caught his

"What kind of stuff?"

the desk and leaned forward, suddenly showing

"You know,’ I shrugged.

was a glint of amusement in his eyes once more and

what you wish for, Ms.Stewart.I'm nothing like

What could he mean by that? "Clearly

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

step away from being fired on my very

should be put

held my breath as he rounded his desk to

he was standing

found myself involuntarily getting up in

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

around, go to that cabinet and get all the files

over his

around in confusion to find a sleek

the files

each containing a large bundle of

from his desk and placed them on top of the

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

too dumbfounded to

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

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

feet stopped moving when his deep voice sent

"Yes?"

gasped when

didn't even realize he had

before I could drop them and

he took his blazer off and

at

unless you want everyone to notice your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew wide as I remembered that my

as I took his blazer

"Thank you” I muttered.

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

hell is

dampness near the area where I was holding

my God! That's my

shut it again, having no idea how to confess

have a lot

"Mr.Sinclair."

a knock