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

profile client, too? What’s the big deal?” I shrugged, pulling up a chair to the side of her desk. “I don’t know, Sarah. But, hey… Let me help you. I’ve

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

time before my meeting, I mused. This was truly an anomaly in my rigorous routine. Typically, I would be hunched over case

Mr. Henderson gave me. It offered little information, other than my

someone who at the very least valued his privacy. Other than that, all I could gather was that this mysterious ‘Mr. Barrett’ owned several businesses throughout the

Henderson made him 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 sight of a sleek. black

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 quickly pushed that sour memory out of my mind

professional-looking driver. I was half-expecting my client, considering

“Miss Morgan?”

comfortably in the

ma’am,” he replied, starting

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

of urban wonders. The city, bathed

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

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

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

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

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 sometimes to climb to the

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

was one of its crown jewels. It reminded me of my dad’s penthouse back in my home city,