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?”

hoping that my face didn’t betray the churning in

satisfied, and moved on, leaving me alone with

himself. Everything that he ever said or

me with my career, or was there something more to it? Did he really plan on ‘letting me

shook my head, frustrated with myself. I was letting Sarah’s words get

not like that. He was different. He had been kind to me, respectful, even. But there was a nagging voice in the back of my head that kept whispering, “What

found myself glancing at the clock, counting down the

new resolve within me: I needed to

outside, were the same sleek black cars that I had become all too familiar with, and standing beside them was Logan

said as

my voice sharper than I intended. “What are you doing here? I live within walking distance. You don’t need to be picking me up every

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

all throughout this

widening in confusion. “What are you talking about, Ella? Trapped? Abused? What’s

without thinking, my fear and anxiety spilling out in a rush of words. But it was too late to take them back now, and a

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

finally spoke, his voice was soft and filled with regret. “It is true, to an extent. But not all men are like that, Ella. Just some of them.” “But how do I know that you’re not like that?” I asked, my

have to trust me, Ella,” he said, his voice filled with pain. “I

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

cried, tears threatening to spill out of my eyes. “How can I ever trust you after

my arm, his eyes filled with compassion. “That was a