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 didn’t tattle’. If I’m being honest, i’m not

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

briefs and cross- referencing case laws. It felt good to lend a hand

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 case files until the

the last thirty minutes looking at the meager file that Mr. Henderson gave me. It

least valued his privacy. Other than that, all I could gather

there

me back to my ill-fated encounter with my fated mate last night, but I

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

“Miss Morgan?”

response, settling comfortably in the

replied, starting the

interior exuded opulence. I 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 of a significant land

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

all walks of life, backgrounds, and ethnicities walked the streets. Colorful murals lined the walls of buildings. Street performers did tricks and played instruments

I had grown up in. It was overpopulated, with a thick current of crime running along

world in which the crime of this

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

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

gleaming with the golden hues of the setting sun.

city for long, it was undeniable that this was one of its crown jewels. It reminded me of my dad’s penthouse back in my home city, which he