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.

smile. “But I didn’t tattle’. If I’m being honest, i’m

chair to the side of her desk. “I don’t know, Sarah. But, hey… Let me help you. I’ve

disdain for me. We spent the next two hours reviewing briefs

of free time before my meeting, I mused. This was truly an anomaly in my rigorous routine. Typically, I would be hunched over case

that Mr. Henderson gave me. It offered little information, other than my client’s

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’

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

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

a professional-looking driver. I was half-expecting

“Miss Morgan?”

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

ma’am,” he replied, starting the

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

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

different from 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

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

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

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

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 climb to the

facade gleaming with the golden hues of the setting sun. The magnitude of its luxury struck me

the city for long, it was undeniable that this was one of its crown jewels. It 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