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?

I'm not skipping my classes to

my arms over

my words when his callous look fell on me, which was soon replaced by a look

gone as soon as

a very docile person.Seems to me he was

knowing well that Blake had never said a word

until

seemed to have

"What kind of stuff?"

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

"You know,’ I shrugged.

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

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

mean by that? "Clearly

something at his company.’ He pressed his lips into a thin line, then took in a deep breath

being fired on

should be

held my breath as he

was

up in fright and facing

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

cabinet and get

over his chest and leaned against his

in confusion to find a sleek white cabinet

to it, I collected all the files from the first shelf and

five files, each containing a large bundle of

picked up a few papers from his desk and placed them on top of the bundle in

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 like these files.Am

was too dumbfounded

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

more authoritative tone.I nodded and without wasting another second, I started walking

when his deep voice sent my name reverberating all around

"Yes?"

around and gasped when the files bumped

realize he had walked up to

before I could drop

blazer off and held it

at

wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew wide

as I took

"Thank you” I muttered.

them back to me, frowning in the process while looking down

the hell is

near the area where I was

my God! That's

but shut it again, having no idea how to

have a lot of friends in high

"Mr.Sinclair."

was a knock