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

chair to the side

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

I mused. This was truly an anomaly in my

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

privacy. Other than that, all I could gather was that this mysterious ‘Mr. Barrett’ owned several businesses throughout the

chain of supermarkets, a mattress store, a…. car wash? Was he really as well-known as Mr. Henderson made him out to be? Surely there

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

professional-looking driver. I was

“Miss Morgan?”

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

ma’am,” he replied, starting

L. Barrett: owner of a strange array

was treated to an evolving canvas of urban wonders. The city, bathed in the soft amber glow of the setting sun, showcased a unique blend of architectural marvels

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 tricks and played instruments on the sidewalks, amassing groups of curious

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

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

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 to

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

with the golden

penthouse back in my home city, which he