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 tattle’. If I’m being honest, i’m not entirely

shrugged, pulling up a chair to the side of her desk. “I don’t know, Sarah. But, hey… Let me help you. I’ve

assisted Sarah despite her obvious disdain for me. We spent the next two hours reviewing briefs and cross- referencing case laws. It felt good to lend a

up, I 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. Typically, I would be hunched over case files until the wee hours of the

Mr. Henderson gave me. It offered little information, other than my client’s last

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 city,

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

curious penchant for Bentleys amongst this city’s elite. It brought me back to my ill-fated encounter with my fated mate last night, but

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

“Miss Morgan?”

comfortably in the back seat. “To Mr. Barrett’s,

replied, starting

curated throughout the day. L. Barrett: owner of a strange array of businesses and now in the midst of a significant

Bentley smoothly navigated the city streets, I was treated to an evolving canvas of urban wonders. The city, bathed in the soft amber glow of

much more culture. People of all walks of life, backgrounds, and ethnicities walked

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

world in which the crime

was why I came here, to make a positive mark here. 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

didn’t fully understand it, but Moana, the Golden Wolf, understood fully how much that meant to me. She knew better than anybody how

up 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 other wealthy people, but it was