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.

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

too? What’s the big deal?” I shrugged, pulling up a chair to the side of her desk.

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 to lend a hand

I checked my wristwatch. It read 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

Henderson gave me. It offered little information, other than

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

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 firm’s

this city’s elite. It brought me back to my ill-fated encounter with

and I was met by the face of a professional-looking driver. I was half-expecting

“Miss Morgan?”

response, settling comfortably in the back seat.

ma’am,” he replied, starting

carefully curated throughout the day. L. Barrett: owner of a strange array

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

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

was more dangerous than the one I had grown up in. It

world in which the crime of this

or the light side. I could defend criminals,

than anybody how much good was in the world, and how

to a towering building, its facade gleaming with the golden

it was undeniable that this was one of its crown jewels. It reminded me of my dad’s penthouse back in my home