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 being honest, i’m not entirely sure what

pulling up a chair to the side of her

disdain for me. We spent the next two hours reviewing briefs and cross- referencing case laws. It felt good to lend a hand without the pressure of pending tasks hanging

pm. A full thirty minutes of free time before my meeting, I mused. This was

Mr. Henderson gave me. It offered

Barrett’ was certainly seemed 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 mysterious ‘Mr. Barrett’ owned several businesses throughout the city,

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 a sleek.

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

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

“Miss Morgan?”

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

replied, starting the

interior exuded opulence. I fished out the case files I had carefully curated throughout the day. L. Barrett: owner of a strange array of businesses and now in the midst of a

wonders. The city,

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

was more dangerous than the one I had grown up in. It was overpopulated, with a thick current of crime running along

it had character beneath it all. Potential. I imagined a world in which the crime of this city was

mark here. As a lawyer, I had the ability to choose between running along the dark side or the light side. I could

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 climb to the

up to a towering building, its facade gleaming with the golden hues of the setting sun. The magnitude of its luxury

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