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

not skipping my classes to sit here

arms over my

his callous look fell on

it was gone as soon as it

you were a very docile person.Seems to

wrong,’’ I said, knowing well

his name until I met him

have

"What kind of stuff?"

and leaned forward,

"You know,’ I shrugged.

wish was true.’’ There was a glint of amusement in

wish for, Ms.Stewart.I'm

What could he mean

lips into a thin line, then took in a deep breath like

step away from being fired on my

should be put on

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

was standing a

getting up in

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

around, go to that cabinet and get all

his chest

turned around in confusion to find a

all the files from the first shelf and

were five files, each containing a

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

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

too dumbfounded to

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

nodded and without wasting another second, I started walking towards

his deep voice sent my name

"Yes?"

gasped when the files bumped

didn't even realize he had

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

off and held it out for

stared at him in

everyone to notice your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes

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

"Thank you” I muttered.

picked the files up and handed them back to me,

hell is

noticed the dampness near the area where I was

my God! That's

say something but shut it again, having no idea

didn't have a lot of friends in

"Mr.Sinclair."

knock on