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.

that? That

I'm not skipping my classes to sit here and

my arms over my

fell on me, which was soon replaced by a look

as soon

a very docile

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

know his name until I met

have caught

"What kind of stuff?"

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

"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 on his

for, Ms.Stewart.I'm

he mean by that? "Clearly you're

company.’ He pressed his lips into a thin

one step away from being fired

be put

and I held my breath as he rounded his desk to walk in

when he was standing a few inches

myself involuntarily getting up in fright and facing

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

get all the files from

over his

find a sleek white cabinet in the

all the files from the first

each containing

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

right next to my office.Look for these files’ original versions on her computer and make

too

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

another second, I started walking towards the door while carefully balancing the files in my

deep voice

"Yes?"

when the files bumped into

he had

before I could drop them and placed them on a nearby

blazer off and held it

at

to notice your wardrobe glitch.”My

My cheeks heated up in embarrassment as I took his blazer and

"Thank you” I muttered.

them back to me, frowning in the process while

the hell is

noticed the dampness near the area where

my God! That's my

something but shut it again, having no

have a lot

"Mr.Sinclair."

knock