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.

forcing a stiff smile. “But I didn’t tattle’. If I’m

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

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

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

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

was certainly seemed like a bit of an enigma, or someone who at the very least valued his privacy. Other than that,

really as well-known as Mr. Henderson made him out to be? Surely there had to

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 I quickly pushed that sour memory out of my mind and

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

“Miss Morgan?”

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

replied,

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

of urban wonders. The city, bathed in the soft amber glow of the setting sun, showcased a unique blend of architectural marvels and bustling

culture. People of all walks of life, backgrounds, and ethnicities walked the streets. Colorful murals lined the walls of buildings. Street performers did tricks

the one I had grown up in. It was overpopulated, with a thick current

a world in which the crime

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

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 placed on

the golden hues of

in my home city, which he owned the entirety of. My dad rented