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

not skipping my classes

arms over

my words when his callous look fell on me, which

was gone as soon

docile person.Seems to me he was

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

even know his name until I met him

seemed to have caught his

"What kind of stuff?"

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

"You know,’ I shrugged.

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

wish for,

mean

you see, 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 from lashing out

being

be put

my breath as he rounded his

finally stopped when he was

involuntarily getting up in

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

get all the files from the first

his chest

in confusion to find a sleek white cabinet in

over to it, I collected all the files from the

were five files, each containing a

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

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 these

was too dumbfounded

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

nodded and without wasting another second, I started walking towards the door while carefully

My feet stopped moving when his deep voice sent my name reverberating all around

"Yes?"

gasped when the files bumped into

realize he had walked up to

files from my hands before I could drop them and placed them

took his blazer off and held it out

stared at him in

unless you want everyone to notice your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew

in embarrassment as

"Thank you” I muttered.

the files up and handed them back to me, frowning in the process while looking down

the hell

noticed the dampness near the area where I was holding the

my God!

shut it again, having no idea how to

I didn't have a lot of friends in

"Mr.Sinclair."

a knock on the