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.

said, forcing a stiff smile. “But I didn’t

client, too? What’s the big deal?” I shrugged, pulling up a chair to the side of her desk. “I don’t

obvious disdain for me. We spent the next two hours reviewing briefs

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

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

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

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

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 and plastered

of a professional-looking driver. I was half-expecting

“Miss Morgan?”

in the back seat. “To

he replied,

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

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

different from the one I had grown up in, so much more culture. People of all walks of life, backgrounds, and ethnicities walked the

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

world in which the crime of this city was eventually dredged out, allowing

light side. I could defend criminals, I could help them stay out of prison so they could continue to commit crimes, or…

anybody how much good was

gleaming with the golden hues of the setting sun. The

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