His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 279 Disrespect

Ella

The office hummed with the usual activity, but as I sat at my desk, the files for the new case spread out in front of me, my mind kept drifting to Sarah’s words. They clung to me like a shadow, her insinuations and her accusations haunting me.

I tried to focus on the documents in front of me, the complicated legal jargon and the details of the new case with Logan. But my hands trembled slightly no matter how hard I tried to steady them, and I couldn’t shake the fear that had settled itself in the pit of my stomach.

What if Sarah was right? What if I was trapped? A pawn in a game that I didn’t fully understand? A game that I could never understand?

“Ella,” a voice said, snapping me out of my thoughts, and I looked up to find Mr. Henderson standing over my desk. “Are you okay? You look distracted.”

I forced a smile, willing myself to push Sarah’s words aside. “I’m fine,” I lied. “Just a lot on my mind.”

He frowned, his eyes searching my face from behind his wire-rimmed glasses. He still wore the fancy Rolex on his wrist. “Well, I hope that what’s on your mind is your case, and not trivial matters,” he said. “This new case with Mr. Barrett is of the utmost importance. I need you to be focused. Understand?”

Henderson,” I assured him, hoping that my face didn’t betray the churning in my belly. “I

and moved on, leaving

mind still straying to Logan’s words, his actions, the way he conducted himself. Everything that

something more to it? Did he really plan on ‘letting me go’

Sarah’s words get to me, letting

like that. He was different. He had been kind to me, respectful, even. But there was a nagging voice

slowly, each one filled with doubt and uncertainty. I found myself glancing at the clock, counting down

any work done. As I packed up my things at the end of the day, I had a new resolve within me: I needed to figure out a way to make sure that this… this ‘arrangement’ with Logan wouldn’t

I finally stepped out into the cool evening air, my heart skipped a beat. There, waiting outside, were the same sleek black cars that I had become all too

evening, Miss Morgan,” he said as I approached.

“What are you doing here? I live within walking distance. You don’t

amusement. “It’s a dangerous city, Ella. I’m just

to be all throughout this year? I don’t want this to be another case

are you talking about, Ella? Trapped? Abused? What’s all this

rush of

voice trembling. “What they say about the Mafia and the women who get

“It is true, to an extent. But not all men are like that, Ella. Just some of

to trust me, Ella,” he said, his voice filled with pain. “I would never

But the fear and doubt were like a dark cloud, hanging over

threatening to spill

eyes filled with compassion. “That was a misunderstanding, Ella. You know