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 so

I'm not skipping my classes to sit

arms over my

look fell on me, which was soon

gone as soon

very docile person.Seems

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

name until I met him in

to have caught his

"What kind of stuff?"

on the desk and leaned forward,

"You know,’ I shrugged.

amusement in his eyes

wish for, Ms.Stewart.I'm nothing like

he mean

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

away from being fired

should be put

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

was standing a

involuntarily getting up in fright and

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

that cabinet and get

over his chest

confusion to find a sleek white cabinet in the

it, I collected all the files from

files, each containing a

and placed them on top of the

secretary's 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

was too dumbfounded to

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

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

voice sent my name reverberating all around the

"Yes?"

when the files bumped into his

he

could drop them

his blazer off and held it

stared at

it, unless you want everyone to notice your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew wide as I remembered that

heated up in embarrassment as I took his blazer and slipped into it, inhaling his

"Thank you” I muttered.

up and handed them back to me, frowning in the process

the hell

area where I was

my God! That's

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

a lot of friends in high

"Mr.Sinclair."

was a knock on the