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.

I said, forcing a stiff smile. “But I didn’t tattle’.

shrugged, pulling up a chair to the side of

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

of free time before my meeting, I mused. This was truly an

file that Mr. Henderson gave

seemed like a bit of an enigma, or someone who at the very least valued his privacy. Other than that,

a…. car wash? Was he really as well-known as Mr. Henderson made him out to be? Surely there had to be more than this. Exiting the law

Another one? I chuckled inwardly, pondering the curious penchant for Bentleys amongst this city’s elite. It brought me back to my ill-fated encounter with my fated mate last night, but I quickly pushed that sour

opened smoothly, and I was met by the face of a professional-looking driver. I was half-expecting my client, considering the dramatics from earlier. He gave a

“Miss Morgan?”

nodded in response, settling comfortably in the back seat. “To Mr. Barrett’s,

he replied,

the day. L. Barrett: owner of a strange array of businesses and now in the midst of a

the city streets, I was treated to an evolving canvas of urban wonders. The city, bathed in

and ethnicities walked the streets.

up in.

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

a lawyer, I had the ability to choose between running along the dark side or the light side. I could defend criminals, I could help them stay out of prison so

I wanted. My dad didn’t fully understand it, but Moana, the Golden Wolf, understood fully how much that 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

golden hues of the setting sun. The magnitude

of my dad’s penthouse back in my home city, which he owned the entirety of. My dad rented out the lower apartments to other wealthy people, but it was mostly reserved for our sprawling