His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 260 Chapter 8: Least Of Worries

Ella

The frosted glass door to Mr. Henderson’s office opened, revealing the man himself. Upon seeing Logan, I felt Ema’s restlessness inside of me. His scent overwhelmed the both of us, instinct urging us to overreact and move closer to him. But I felt her suppress it. She was just as displeased with him as I was.

Mr. Henderson looked jovial and appeared to be in the midst of a spirited discussion with Logan. However, as I stood in the doorway and looked back and forth between the two men, I could sense a shift in the dynamic. Behind Mr. Henderson’s pleasant exterior, his eyebrows were knit tightly together and his eyes flashed with anxiety.

“Ella,” he began, his voice tight. “Can I have al word?” Logan reclined comfortably on the plush couch, looking surprisingly unperturbed by the tension in the room. “Should I leave?” he asked.

“No, no, you stay here,” Mr. Henderson replied, flashing a bright smile.

Mr. Henderson ushered me into a smaller adjacent conference room, closing the door. behind us. The thick glass muffled Logan’s voice as he chatted on the phone. It was a stark contrast to the high-pitched tone that Mr. Henderson now adopted, now that we were alone. “Ella,” he whispered frantically. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

I was a bit taken aback. “Pardon, sir?” I murmured, raising my eyebrows.

Mr. Henderson shot me an angry glare. “Don’t play coy with me, Ella,” he hissed. “I’ve been kinder to you than I should be, all because of who your father is. You have to take this case, which, might I add, just fell into your ungrateful little lap. Do you understand the gravity of this situation?”

I don’t take it?” I asked, choosing to ignore Mr. Henderson’s angry

us. My partners are already foaming at the mouth over this client being handed to you on a silver platter. I’ll be on the platter next, served up like a fat pig with an apple in my mouth, if

by my boss’s change in attitude. He had never been. this cruel to me before. “I didn’t

alarming shade of red. “It’s not about Logan. It’s about the influence he and his… associates hold. If you don’t cooperate, I

felt like I had been punched in the gut. “Are you threatening to fire

his nose, inhaling deeply. “I wish it didn’t have to come to this,” he murmured, his face

on the doorknob. “It’s your choice,” he hissed,

instantly met mine. There was a new depth to his eyes, one

rising. from his seat. “I really need Ella’s expertise. Trust me, you want her

another jovial smile. “We’re very lucky to have your

said. “Ella is full of fire, I’ll give her that. That’s why I really need

quell the fury that was beginning to bubble up inside of me. These two men were talking about me as though I wasn’t even standing

transactions, and nothing more. He was a jerk, a chauvinist, an elitist…

slipping through my fingers. I had come to the city to make a name for myself, without my family’s influence. Losing this position would set me back significantly. I didn’t want

never wore stuff like that. I glanced over to the floor near his desk, and felt my heart sink upon seeing the little bag with tissue paper sticking out of

The room was silent, filled by a heavy tension that hung in the

to his full height, towering over me. The room suddenly felt all too cramped. “What do you say, Miss

felt like an

out an exasperated sigh. “I’ll take your case. But once this is over, you and I, Mr. Barrett, are done professionally.” Logan nodded, the corner of

settled, we moved on to sign a confidentiality agreement. Every clause and term weighed heavily on my heart, but I put pen to paper, locking myself into this strange, high-stakes alliance with a man who

flashed on the screen. “Ella, join me for dinner? There’s a small place I

typing back,

like last night. Trust me. Besides, I want to get started on my