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.

stiff smile. “But I didn’t

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

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 without the pressure of pending

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

meager file that Mr. Henderson gave me. It

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

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

my ill-fated encounter with my fated mate last night, but I quickly pushed

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

“Miss Morgan?”

response, settling comfortably in

replied, starting

L. Barrett: owner of a strange array of businesses

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

city was so 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

this city was more dangerous than the one I had grown up in. It was overpopulated,

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

I came here, to make a positive mark here. As 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 they could continue to commit crimes, or… I could defend good people. I could put the bad guys away

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

a towering building, its facade gleaming with the golden

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