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.

say that? That was so

I'm not skipping my classes

crossed my arms over my

fell on me, which was soon replaced by a

it was gone as soon as

docile person.Seems to me he was wrong.’’

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

know his name until I met him

seemed to have

"What kind of stuff?"

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

"You know,’ I shrugged.

I really wish was true.’’ There was a glint of amusement in his eyes

for, Ms.Stewart.I'm nothing like

could he mean

into a thin line, then took

from being fired

should be put

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

when he was standing

found myself involuntarily getting up in fright and

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

around, go to that cabinet and get all the files from

his arms over his chest

find a sleek white

over to it, I collected all the files from the first shelf

five files, each containing a large bundle

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

secretary's desk, which will be your desk for the next few weeks.It's right next to my office.Look for these files’

too dumbfounded

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

more authoritative tone.I nodded and without wasting another second, I

voice sent my name reverberating all

"Yes?"

and gasped when the files

even realize he had walked up

files from my hands before I could

his blazer off and held it

at him in

glitch.”My eyes grew wide as I remembered

embarrassment as I took his blazer and slipped

"Thank you” I muttered.

up and handed them back to me, frowning in the process

the hell is

the area where I was holding

God!

opened my mouth to say something but shut it again, having no idea how to

didn't have a lot of friends in high

"Mr.Sinclair."

knock on