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?

not skipping my classes to sit here

my arms

callous look fell on me,

gone as soon as it

said you were a very docile

I said, knowing well

even know his name until I met him in

seemed to have caught

"What kind of stuff?"

on the desk and leaned forward, suddenly showing interest

"You know,’ I shrugged.

stuff.Stuff that I really wish was true.’’ There was a glint of amusement

for, Ms.Stewart.I'm nothing like

mean by that? "Clearly

his company.’ He pressed his lips into a thin line, then took in a deep breath like he was stopping himself from lashing out at

being fired on my

should be

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

he was standing a

up in fright and

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

go to that cabinet and get all the files from the

his arms over his chest and leaned against his

to find a sleek

all the files from

containing a large

up a few papers from his desk and placed them on

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 to

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

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

deep voice sent my name reverberating all

"Yes?"

when the files

even realize he had walked up

I could drop them and placed

off and

at

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

cheeks heated up in embarrassment as I took his

"Thank you” I muttered.

me, frowning in the process while looking

hell

the dampness near the area where I

God! That's my

mouth to say something but shut it again, having no

I didn't have a lot of friends in

"Mr.Sinclair."

was a knock on the