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

my classes to sit here and

arms over

on me, which was soon

it was gone as soon

a very docile person.Seems to

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

name until

have

"What kind of stuff?"

on the desk and leaned

"You know,’ I shrugged.

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

what you wish for, Ms.Stewart.I'm nothing

he mean by that? "Clearly

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

step away from being fired on

be put on

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

he was

getting up in fright and facing

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

to that cabinet and get all

his arms over his chest and leaned against his

to find a sleek

over to it, I collected all the files from the

each containing a large bundle of

desk and placed them on top of the bundle in my

office.Look for these files’ original versions on her computer and make these corrections.Print out five copies of each and arrange

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 the door while carefully balancing the

deep voice sent my name reverberating all around the

"Yes?"

turned around and gasped when the

even realize he had walked up to

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

took his blazer off and

stared at

everyone to notice your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew wide as I remembered that

forget that? My cheeks heated up in embarrassment as I took his

"Thank you” I muttered.

to me, frowning in

hell is

near the area where I was holding the

my God!

it again, having no idea how to confess something so

wonder I didn't have a lot of friends

"Mr.Sinclair."

knock on