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?

skipping my classes to sit

arms over

fell on me, which was

it was gone as soon

a very docile person.Seems to me he

I said, knowing well that

name until I met him in his

seemed to have caught

"What kind of stuff?"

and leaned forward, suddenly showing

"You know,’ I shrugged.

wish was true.’’ There was a glint of amusement in his eyes once more and a

wish for,

What could he mean by that? "Clearly

learning something at his company.’ He pressed his lips into a thin line, then took in a deep breath like

step away from being fired on my very first

be put

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

finally stopped when he was standing a few inches

myself involuntarily getting up in

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

to that cabinet and get all the

arms over his chest and leaned

turned around in confusion to find a sleek white

to it, I collected all the files from the first shelf and walked back to

five files, each containing a large bundle of

desk and placed them on top of the bundle in

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

was too dumbfounded

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

authoritative tone.I nodded and without wasting another second, I started walking towards the

feet stopped moving when his deep voice sent my name reverberating all around the

"Yes?"

gasped when the files bumped into

he had walked up

grabbed the files from my hands before I could drop them and

blazer off and

at him

to notice your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew wide as

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

"Thank you” I muttered.

handed them back to me, frowning in

the hell

near the area where I was

God! That's

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

I didn't have a lot of friends in high

"Mr.Sinclair."

knock