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

big deal?” I shrugged, pulling up a chair to the side of her desk. “I don’t know, Sarah.

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

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

at the meager file that Mr. 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’ owned several businesses throughout the city, each one more different than the

chain of supermarkets, a mattress store, a…. car wash? Was he really as well-known 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

with my fated mate last night, but I quickly pushed that sour memory out of my mind

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

“Miss Morgan?”

response, settling comfortably in the

replied, starting

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

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

the one I had grown up in, so much more culture. 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

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

imagined a world in which the crime of this city was eventually dredged out, allowing the city’s true colors to finally

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

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

with the golden

my dad’s penthouse back in my home city, which he owned the entirety of. My dad rented out the lower apartments