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 what

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.

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

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

Henderson gave me. It offered little

this ‘Mr. 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

he really as well-known as Mr. 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

my ill-fated encounter with my

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

“Miss Morgan?”

settling comfortably in the back seat. “To

he replied, starting

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smoothly navigated the city streets, I was treated to an evolving canvas of urban wonders. The city, bathed in the soft amber glow of the

ethnicities walked the streets. Colorful murals lined the walls of buildings. Street performers did tricks and played

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

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

better than anybody how much good was in the world,

gleaming with the golden hues of the

I hadn’t been in 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.