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 being honest,

pulling up a chair to

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

thirty minutes of free time before my meeting, I mused. This was truly

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

valued his privacy. Other than that, all I could gather was that this mysterious

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.

to my ill-fated encounter with my fated mate last night, but I quickly pushed that sour memory out of my mind and

of a professional-looking driver. I was half-expecting my client, considering the dramatics from

“Miss Morgan?”

response, settling comfortably in the back seat. “To

ma’am,” he replied,

opulence. I fished out the case files I had carefully curated throughout the day. L. Barrett: owner of

was treated to an evolving canvas of urban wonders. The city, bathed in the soft amber glow of the setting sun, showcased a unique blend of architectural marvels and bustling

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 one I had grown up in.

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

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 help them stay out of prison so they could continue to commit crimes, or… I could defend good people. I could put the bad guys away behind

to me. She knew better than anybody how much good was

facade gleaming with the golden hues of the setting sun.

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 mostly