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.

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

too? What’s the big deal?” I shrugged, pulling up a chair to the side of her desk. “I don’t know, Sarah. But, hey… Let me

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

up, I 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

the last thirty minutes looking at the meager file that Mr. Henderson gave me. It offered little information, other than my client’s

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 was that this mysterious ‘Mr. Barrett’ owned several businesses

mattress store, a…. car wash? Was 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 was

this city’s elite. It brought me back to my ill-fated encounter with my fated mate last night, but

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

“Miss Morgan?”

in response, settling comfortably in the

he replied,

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

canvas of urban wonders. The city, bathed in the soft amber glow of the setting sun,

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

had grown up in. It was overpopulated,

I imagined a world in which the crime of this city was eventually dredged out,

the light side. I could defend criminals, I could help them stay out of

Golden Wolf, understood fully how much that meant to me. She knew better than anybody how much

golden hues of the setting sun.

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