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?

not skipping my classes to sit here and do

my arms over

words when his callous look fell on

it was gone as soon

were a very docile person.Seems to me he

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

his name until I met him in

have

"What kind of stuff?"

placed his elbows on the desk and leaned forward, suddenly

"You know,’ I shrugged.

amusement in his eyes once more and a slight smirk forming

what you wish for, Ms.Stewart.I'm

could he mean by that?

He pressed his lips into a thin line, then took

being fired on my very first

be put on

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 fright

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

cabinet and get all

over his chest and

confusion to find a sleek white cabinet in the

collected all the files from the first

files, each containing a large bundle

from his desk and placed them on

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

was too dumbfounded to

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

asked, this time in a more authoritative tone.I nodded and without wasting another second, I started walking towards the door while carefully balancing the

voice

"Yes?"

around and gasped when the files

he

the files from my hands before I could

he took his blazer off and held

stared at

you want everyone to notice your wardrobe glitch.”My

up in embarrassment as I took

"Thank you” I muttered.

them back to me, frowning

hell

the area where I was holding

my God!

something but shut it again, having no

I didn't have a lot of friends in high

"Mr.Sinclair."

a knock