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

arms over my

callous look fell on me, which was soon replaced by

it was gone as

very docile person.Seems to me he

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

know his name until I met him

seemed to have caught his

"What kind of stuff?"

and leaned forward, suddenly showing interest in

"You know,’ I shrugged.

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

for, Ms.Stewart.I'm nothing

mean by

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

being fired

should be put

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

finally stopped when he was standing

up

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

go to that cabinet and get all the

over his chest and leaned against his

in confusion to find a sleek

over to it, I collected all the files

were five files, each containing a

his desk and placed

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 like

too dumbfounded

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

nodded and without wasting another second, I started

deep voice sent my name

"Yes?"

and gasped when the files bumped

realize he had walked up

before I could drop them and placed them on

blazer off and

stared at him in

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

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

"Thank you” I muttered.

files up and handed them back to me, frowning in

the hell is

area where

my God! That's

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

wonder I didn't have a lot

"Mr.Sinclair."

was a knock on