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’m being honest, i’m not entirely sure what

a high profile client, too? What’s the big deal?” I shrugged, pulling up a chair to the side of

the next two hours reviewing briefs and cross- referencing case laws. It felt good to lend

This was truly an anomaly in my rigorous routine. Typically, I would be hunched over case files until

the meager file that Mr. Henderson

bit of an enigma, or someone who at the very least valued his privacy. Other than that, all I could gather was that

as Mr. Henderson made him out to be? Surely there had to

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

professional-looking driver. I was

“Miss Morgan?”

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

ma’am,” he replied, starting

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

to an evolving canvas of urban wonders. The city, bathed

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

more dangerous than the one I had grown up in. It was overpopulated, with a thick

Potential. I imagined a world in which the crime of this city was eventually dredged

I could defend criminals, I could help them stay

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 on their ladder

up to a towering building, its facade gleaming with the golden hues of the setting sun. The

jewels. It reminded me of my dad’s penthouse back in my home city, which he owned the