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.

know,” I said, forcing a stiff smile. “But I didn’t tattle’. If I’m

eyes narrowed. “And a high profile client, too? What’s the big deal?” I shrugged, pulling up a chair to the side

despite her obvious disdain for me. We spent the next two hours reviewing briefs and cross-

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

file that Mr. Henderson gave

enigma, or someone who at the very least valued his privacy. Other than that,

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

chuckled inwardly, pondering the 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

smoothly, and I was met by the face of a professional-looking driver. I was half-expecting my

“Miss Morgan?”

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

replied, starting the

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

city streets, I was treated to an evolving canvas of urban wonders. The city,

backgrounds, and ethnicities walked the streets. Colorful murals lined the walls of buildings. Street performers did tricks and played instruments on the sidewalks, amassing groups of

grown up in. It was overpopulated, with a thick current of crime running

the crime of this city was eventually

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.

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

building, its facade gleaming with the golden hues of the setting sun. The magnitude of its

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