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

to the

of hours, I assisted Sarah despite her obvious disdain for me. We spent the next two hours reviewing briefs and cross-

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 wee hours

Henderson gave me. It offered

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

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

brought me back to my ill-fated encounter with my fated mate

by the face of a professional-looking driver. I was half-expecting

“Miss Morgan?”

settling comfortably in the

he replied, starting the

files I had carefully curated throughout the day. L. Barrett: owner of a strange array of businesses and now

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

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

the one I had grown up in. It was

beneath it all. Potential. I imagined a world in which the crime of this city

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…

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

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

the 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,