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 said, forcing a stiff smile. “But I didn’t tattle’. If I’m being honest, i’m not entirely sure

a high profile client, too? What’s the big deal?” I shrugged, pulling up a chair to the side of her desk. “I don’t know, Sarah. But, hey… Let me help you. I’ve got free

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

thirty minutes of free time before my meeting, I mused. This was truly an anomaly in my rigorous routine. Typically,

last thirty minutes looking at the meager file that Mr. Henderson gave me. It offered

like 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

a mattress store, a…. car wash? Was he really as well-known as Mr. Henderson made him out to be? Surely there had to

penchant for Bentleys 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 a smile on my face

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

“Miss Morgan?”

in response, settling comfortably in the back seat. “To Mr.

replied, starting the

day. L. Barrett: owner of a strange array of businesses and now in the

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

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

in. It was overpopulated, with a thick current

all. Potential. I imagined a world in which the crime of this city was eventually dredged out, allowing

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 help them stay out of prison so they

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

building, its facade gleaming with the golden hues of the setting sun. The

me of my dad’s penthouse back in my home