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.

a stiff smile. “But I didn’t tattle’. If I’m being honest, i’m not entirely sure

eyes narrowed. “And a high profile client, too? What’s the big deal?” I shrugged, pulling up a chair to

for me. We spent the next two hours reviewing briefs and cross- referencing case laws. It felt good

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.

minutes looking at the meager file that Mr. Henderson gave me. It offered little information, other than my client’s last

least valued his privacy. Other than that, all I could gather was that this mysterious ‘Mr. Barrett’ owned

out to be? Surely there had to be more than this. Exiting the law firm’s imposing steel-and-glass building, I was greeted by the

encounter with my fated mate last night, but I quickly

by the face of a professional-looking driver. I was half-expecting my client, considering the dramatics from earlier. He gave a

“Miss Morgan?”

response, settling comfortably in the back seat. “To

ma’am,” he replied,

files I had carefully curated throughout the day. L. Barrett: owner of

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

of all walks of life, backgrounds, and ethnicities walked the streets.

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

the crime of this city was eventually dredged out, allowing the city’s true colors to finally

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,

me. She knew better than anybody how much good was in the world, and how those good people just needed a few extra rungs

building, its facade gleaming with the golden hues of the setting sun.

penthouse back in my home city, which he owned the entirety of. My dad rented out the lower