His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 257 #Chapter 5: Unlikely Encounters

Ella

With my boss’s directive, the rest of the day was uncharacteristically light for me. There was an odd sense of liberation, knowing that the usual tasks weren’t waiting for me. I ventured into the heart of the city, selecting a sophisticated yet sharp charcoal-gray suit. As I felt the smooth fabric against my skin, I thought that I definitely needed this upgrade.

Returning to the firm, I noticed my colleagues glancing curiously at me. Their confusion was understandable; they weren’t used to seeing me so relaxed and unburdened.

Sarah, on the other hand, sulked by her desk without a word. She was surrounded by a sea of papers, and looked utterly overwhelmed. I felt a little bad for her.

“Hey,” I said quietly as I made my way up to her. “Want some help?”

Sarah’s face turned red. “Not from you,” she hissed. “Why did you have to go and tattle? It’s not like I ask for help from you because I look down on you or anything. It’s just… Well, I normally have better clients than you do.”

I took in a sharp breath, choosing not to let her snide comment get the best of me.

“But I didn’t tattle’. If

I shrugged, pulling up a chair to the side of her desk. “I don’t know, Sarah. But, hey…

of hours, I assisted Sarah despite her obvious disdain for me. We spent the next two hours reviewing briefs and cross- referencing case laws. It felt good

5:30 pm. A full thirty minutes of free time before my meeting, I mused. This was truly an anomaly in my rigorous routine. Typically, I would be hunched over case files until the

at the meager file that Mr. Henderson gave me. It offered little information, other than my client’s last

than that, all I could gather was that this mysterious ‘Mr. Barrett’ owned several businesses throughout the

made him out to be? Surely there had to be

brought me back to my ill-fated encounter with

of a professional-looking driver. I was half-expecting my client, considering the dramatics from earlier. He gave

“Miss Morgan?”

comfortably in the back seat. “To

ma’am,” he replied,

leather interior exuded opulence. I fished out the case files I had carefully curated throughout the day. L. Barrett: owner of a strange array of businesses and now in the midst of a

to an evolving canvas of urban wonders. The city, bathed in the soft amber glow of the setting

much different from the one I had grown up in, so much more culture. People of all walks of life, backgrounds, and ethnicities walked the streets. Colorful murals lined the walls of buildings. Street performers did tricks and played instruments on the sidewalks, amassing groups of curious tourists and

I had grown up in. It was overpopulated, with a thick current of

character beneath it all. Potential. I imagined a world in which the crime of

dark side or the light side. I could defend criminals, I could help them stay out of prison so they could continue to commit crimes, or… I could defend good people. I could put the bad guys away

meant to me. She knew better than anybody how much good was in the world, and how those good people just needed a few extra rungs placed on their

with the golden hues of the setting

its crown jewels. It reminded me of my dad’s penthouse back in my home city, which he owned the entirety of. My dad rented out