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? That was

my classes to sit

crossed my arms over my

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

was gone as soon as it

very docile person.Seems

you.Guess he was wrong,’’ I said, knowing well that Blake had never said a word about

his name until I met

to have

"What kind of stuff?"

and leaned forward, suddenly showing interest

"You know,’ I shrugged.

I really wish was true.’’ There was a glint of amusement in his eyes once more and a slight smirk forming on

you wish for, Ms.Stewart.I'm

What could he mean by that? "Clearly

you see, I was actually learning something at 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

away from being fired on my

should be

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

was standing a few inches

myself involuntarily getting up in fright

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

that cabinet and get all

his arms over his chest

in confusion to find

collected all the files from the first shelf

containing a large bundle of

from his desk and

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 to

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

time in a more authoritative tone.I nodded and without wasting another second, I started walking towards

moving when his deep voice sent my name reverberating all

"Yes?"

and gasped when the files bumped into his

didn't even realize he had walked up

files from my hands before I could drop them and placed them on

off and held it out for

at him

you want everyone to notice your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew wide as I remembered that my blouse was

as I took his blazer and slipped into it, inhaling his intoxicated

"Thank you” I muttered.

to me, frowning in the process while looking down

the hell is

the area where I

God! That's my

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

wonder I didn't have a lot of friends in high

"Mr.Sinclair."

a knock on the