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?”

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

on, leaving me alone with my thoughts

words, his actions, the way he conducted himself. Everything that he ever said or did felt like a trick now. I was reading into

to help me with my career, or was there something more to it? Did he really plan on ‘letting me go’ once this year was

my head, frustrated with myself. I was letting Sarah’s words get to me, letting them

to me, respectful, even. But there was a nagging voice in the back of my head that kept whispering,

the minutes ticking by slowly, each one filled with doubt and uncertainty. I found myself glancing at the clock, counting down the hours until I could leave, until I could escape

the day, I had a new resolve within me: I needed to figure out a way

had to protect myself somehow. When I finally stepped out into the cool evening air, my heart skipped a beat. There, waiting outside, were the same sleek black cars that

he said as I approached. “Your chariot

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

his eyes twinkling with amusement. “It’s a

to be all throughout this year? I don’t want this to be another case where the woman is trapped and can’t

“What are you talking about, Ella? Trapped? Abused?

of words. But it was too late to take them back now, and a

the Mafia and the women who get

he finally spoke, his voice was soft and filled with regret. “It is true, to an extent. But not all men are like that,

me, Ella,” he said, his voice filled with pain. “I would

to believe him. I wanted to trust him. But the fear and doubt were like a dark cloud, hanging over me,

me, Logan!” I cried, tears threatening to spill out of my eyes. “How can I ever trust

my arm, his eyes filled with compassion.