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

I'm not skipping my classes to sit

arms over my

on me, which was soon replaced by a look of

as soon as

a very docile person.Seems to

I said, knowing well that Blake had never said a word

name until

have

"What kind of stuff?"

on the desk and leaned forward, suddenly showing interest

"You know,’ I shrugged.

glint of amusement in his eyes once

wish for, Ms.Stewart.I'm nothing

mean by that?

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

step away from being fired on

be put

held my breath as he rounded his

stopped when he was standing a few

found myself involuntarily getting up in fright

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

to that cabinet and get all the

crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against

around in confusion to find a sleek white cabinet in the

all the files from the first shelf and walked

five files, each containing a large

up a few papers from his desk and placed them

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

too dumbfounded to

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

nodded and without wasting another second, I started walking towards

voice sent my name reverberating

"Yes?"

gasped when the files

he had walked up to

could drop

off and held it out for

stared at him

you want everyone to notice your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew

up in embarrassment as I took

"Thank you” I muttered.

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

the hell is

dampness near the area where I was holding the

God! That's

something but shut it again, having

a lot of friends

"Mr.Sinclair."

a knock