His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 262 #Chapter 10 Crime & Punishment

Ella

The next day, I went to work with conviction set in my heart. I wouldn’t let this run-in with the mafia hold me back. If anything, it would only serve to fuel me.

But the moment my office door swung open, I knew something was wrong. Mr. Henderson’s face was an unnerving shade of red, and his eyes shot daggers at me. It seemed the walls had ears, and the news of my recent altercation with Logan had already reached him.

“Ella,” he started, his voice dripping with restrained fury, “did you really tear up a contract with one of the most influential clients this firm has ever had?” I squared my shoulders and met his gaze directly. “Yes, Mr. Henderson, I did.”

Mr. Henderson drew in a long, sharp breath that sounded like a hiss. “And why, pray tell, did you do that?”

“Because Logan Barrett is a member of the mafia, sir.”

Just then, Mr. Henderson leaned forward, his palms flat on the desk. “Do you have any idea of the penalty for breaching that contract? We can’t afford such an astronomical amount, especially not for a rookie like you!”

My chin lifted defiantly. “I’ll pay the penalty. Whatever it is.”

is substantial. Far beyond what I think you can afford. Although, I suppose you expect your daddy to take care of it for

with anxiety. “I’ll figure it out on my own. But I

Henderson’s eyes searched mine. “Why did you do it, Ella? Why

here to work for the Mafia,” I responded, my voice unwavering. “I came to fight against them. I can’t-and I won’t-be

a halfway decent rookie lawyer, Ella, but maybe your family has shielded you too much. You have these… naive ideas of challenging

struggling to understand what Mr. Henderson was getting at. “What do

and then his voice dropped lower. “Our firm, Ella… We pay a tribute

wind had been knocked out of me.

cost of doing business here. You were hoping to take on the Mafia,

like a punch to my gut. The realization that the very system I had hoped to cleanse was willingly in bed with the enemy left

again, softer this time. “I’m sorry, Ella. We can’t keep you here. As much as I believe in what you’re trying to do, it’s too dangerous. Not just for you, but for

a fiery rage. I was angry at the system, at the mafia, and at myself for

to meet my eyes or offer words of consolation. The murmur of whispers and hushed conversations in

I had come to hoping to

thoughts. The screen showed Moana calling, her name accompanied by a picture of her, Edrick, and my sister, Daisy. Swiping to

day?” Moana asked cheerfully, clearly unaware of

silverware clinking, water running, and various voices. I recognized the voices of our maids, Lily and Amy, and our elderly housekeeper, Selina-more of a live-in grandmother at this point, as she was getting too old

voice faltered. A sob choked in my throat, and tears rolled down my cheeks, each

Moana’s voice turned

replaced Moana’s. “Ella, talk to us. What

hear my dad’s voice: “I knew that goddamn dump of a city

replied. Then, my dad spoke into the phone again. “Look, Ella, you really should come home. Our city has

back,” I interrupted, even as doubts clouded my mind.