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.

know,” I said, forcing a stiff smile. “But I didn’t tattle’. If I’m being honest, i’m not

to the side of her desk. “I don’t know, Sarah. But, hey… Let me

the next two hours reviewing briefs and cross- referencing

time before my meeting, I mused. This

spent the last thirty minutes looking at the meager file that Mr. Henderson

or someone who at the very least valued his privacy. Other than that,

mattress store, 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

my ill-fated encounter with my fated mate last night, but I quickly pushed that sour memory out of my mind and plastered a smile on

the face of a professional-looking driver. I was half-expecting my client, considering

“Miss Morgan?”

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

he replied, starting the

out the case files I had carefully curated throughout the day. L. Barrett: owner of a strange array of

Bentley smoothly navigated the city streets, I was treated to an evolving canvas of urban wonders. The city, bathed in the soft amber glow of the setting sun, showcased a unique blend

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

in. It was

Potential. I imagined a world in which the crime of this city was eventually dredged out, allowing the city’s true

the 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

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 on their ladder sometimes to climb

a towering building, its facade gleaming with the golden hues of the

of 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 the lower apartments to other wealthy people, but it was mostly reserved for our sprawling