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 was

my classes

my arms over my

regretted my words when his callous look fell on me, which was soon

as

were a very docile person.Seems to me he was wrong.’’

said, knowing well that

until

seemed to have

"What kind of stuff?"

his elbows on the desk and leaned forward, suddenly showing interest in a futile

"You know,’ I shrugged.

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

you wish for,

he mean by that?

lips into a thin line, then took in a

from being fired on my very first

be put on

from his spot and I held my breath as he

he was standing a few

involuntarily getting up in fright and

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

that cabinet and get all the files

his

in confusion to find a sleek

files from the first shelf and walked

containing a large bundle

from his desk and placed them on top of

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

too dumbfounded to

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

wasting another second, I started walking towards the

My feet stopped moving when his deep voice sent

"Yes?"

around and gasped when the

even realize he had walked

my hands before I could drop

he took his blazer off and held it out

at

wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew

cheeks heated up in embarrassment as

"Thank you” I muttered.

me, frowning in the process while looking down at his

hell

area where I

God! That's

opened my mouth to say something but shut it again, having

I didn't have a lot of friends in high

"Mr.Sinclair."

knock on