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

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

hours reviewing briefs and cross- referencing case laws. It felt good to lend a hand without the pressure of pending tasks hanging over my

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,

meager file that Mr. Henderson gave me. It

a 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 Mr. 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.

Bentleys amongst this city’s elite. It brought me back to my ill-fated encounter with my fated

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

“Miss Morgan?”

comfortably in the back seat. “To Mr.

he replied, starting

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

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

People 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

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

crime of this city

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

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 a few extra rungs placed

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

one of its crown jewels. It reminded me of my dad’s penthouse back in my home city, which he owned the entirety of. My dad rented out the lower apartments to