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 so

not skipping my classes to sit here and do

arms over my

his callous look fell on me,

as

said you were a very docile person.Seems to me he was

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

his name until I met him in his

seemed to have

"What kind of stuff?"

placed his elbows on the desk and leaned

"You know,’ I shrugged.

was a glint of amusement in his eyes once more and a slight smirk forming on his

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

he mean by that? "Clearly you're

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 at

being fired on my very

should be put

held my breath as he rounded his desk

was

up in

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

and get all the files from the

arms over his chest and leaned

around in confusion to find a sleek white cabinet in

all the files from the first

files, each containing a large bundle

few papers from his desk and placed

have all the corrections.Go to my secretary's 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 five copies of each and arrange them in order like these

too dumbfounded to

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

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

deep voice sent my

"Yes?"

turned around and gasped when the files bumped into his

even realize he

could drop them and placed them on a

off and held it

at

wardrobe glitch.”My

forget that? My cheeks heated up in embarrassment as I took his blazer and slipped into it, inhaling his

"Thank you” I muttered.

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

hell is

near the area where I

my God! That's

shut it again, having no idea how to confess

wonder I didn't have a lot

"Mr.Sinclair."

was a knock on the