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

moved on, leaving me alone with my

Logan’s 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

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

shook my head, frustrated with myself. I was letting Sarah’s words get to me, letting them plant seeds of doubt in

was 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

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

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

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

evening, Miss Morgan,” he 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

amusement. “It’s

going to be all throughout

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

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 them? That they’re trapped, abused,

face paled, and he looked away, his jaw clenching. When he 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

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

believe him. I wanted to trust him. But the fear and doubt were like a dark cloud, hanging over me, obscuring everything else. It was only made

your men kidnapped me, Logan!” I cried, tears threatening to spill out of my eyes.

touching my arm, his eyes filled with compassion.