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?”

that my face didn’t

nodded, seemingly satisfied, and moved on, leaving me alone with my

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

trying to help me with my career, or was there something more to it? Did

myself. I was letting Sarah’s words get

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

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

resolve within me: I needed to figure out a way to make sure that this… this ‘arrangement’ with Logan wouldn’t end in

cool evening air, my heart skipped a beat. There, waiting outside, were the same sleek black cars that I had become all too familiar with, and

as I approached. “Your chariot

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

twinkling with amusement. “It’s

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

in confusion. “What are you talking about, Ella?

a rush of words. But it was too late to take them back

trembling. “What they say about the Mafia and the women who get involved with them? That they’re trapped,

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

with pain. “I

fear and doubt were like a dark cloud, hanging over me, obscuring everything else. It was only made worse by what I overheard

threatening to spill out of my

reached out, his hand gently touching my arm, his eyes filled with compassion. “That was a misunderstanding, Ella. You know that. You have to know