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? That was

classes to sit here and

arms over my

his callous look fell on me, which was soon replaced by a look of

was gone as

very docile person.Seems to me he was

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

name until I met

seemed to have

"What kind of stuff?"

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

"You know,’ I shrugged.

true.’’ There was a glint of amusement in

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

mean by that?

thin line, then

step away from being fired on

be put on

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

he was standing a few

up in fright and facing

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

go to that cabinet and get all the

arms over his chest

around in confusion to find a sleek white cabinet

the files from

containing a large bundle

up a few papers from his desk and placed them

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 five copies of each and arrange them in order like

too dumbfounded

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

a more authoritative tone.I nodded and without wasting another second, I started walking towards the door

feet stopped moving when his deep voice sent my name

"Yes?"

turned around and gasped when the files bumped into his

even realize he

before I could drop

off and held it out for

at him in

to notice your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew wide as

heated up in embarrassment as I took his blazer and slipped into it,

"Thank you” I muttered.

handed them back to me, frowning in the

the hell

the area where I was

my God! That's my

say something but shut it again,

have a lot of friends

"Mr.Sinclair."

knock on