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.

that? That

skipping my classes

arms

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

it was gone as soon

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

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

his name until

to have caught his

"What kind of stuff?"

desk and leaned

"You know,’ I shrugged.

I really wish was true.’’ There was a glint of amusement in his eyes once

wish for,

What could he mean by that? "Clearly

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

one step away from being fired on my

should be put

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

was standing a few inches

getting up in

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

around, go to that cabinet and get all the files from the first

his arms over his chest and leaned against his

turned around in confusion to find a sleek white cabinet in

files from the

files, each containing a large bundle of

up a few papers from his desk and placed them on top of the bundle in my

corrections.Go to my secretary's desk, which 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 five copies of each and arrange them in order like

too dumbfounded

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

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

voice sent my

"Yes?"

when the files bumped

realize he had

hands before I could drop

his blazer off and held

at him in

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

My cheeks heated up in embarrassment as

"Thank you” I muttered.

to me,

hell

noticed the dampness near the area where I was

my God! That's my

mouth to say something but shut it again, having no idea how to confess something

didn't have a lot of friends in

"Mr.Sinclair."

knock on