His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 280 Contracts & Promises

Ella

The sun’s late afternoon light spilled into my office, casting long golden fingers over the documents I had meticulously drafted the previous night and spent all morning working on. I sipped on a cup of coffee, its bitter tang juxtaposed against the heavy sweetness of my lingering doubt.

Instead of spending the day working on my case with Logan, which I should have been doing, I spent it writing up this contract. Every word, every line, every clause had to be absolutely perfect. I had to protect myself, and this was the best way that I knew how.

But in reality, what was I really doing? Could a simple contract-a piece of paper-really guarantee my safety in a world so deeply entrenched in intrigue and power plays?

Of course, Logan was late. He was supposed to meet me at my office an hour ago, but he never showed. I figured that it would be just like him, to make this promise and then ghost me without signing the contract.

Just as I was engrossing myself in a particularly tricky clause, my phone buzzed. I almost jumped, spilling a few drops of coffee onto the corner of my desk. Anxiously wiping it away, I answered. “Hello?”

“It’s Logan.”

shouted orders, a revving engine, and something that sounded like metal clanging on metal. Was he in a metal shop

have the contract ready,” I said, choosing to ignore these strange sounds. “We agreed on this. When can you

promised I’d be there already, and I’m sorry. But I’m dealing with some… matters right now. But I’ve sent a car for you, and I called to check since it should be there by now. Come

The thought of once more walking into what might be a lion’s

as I could. “I won’t fall for any traps, Logan. We’ll

is there anyway. If you change

heart was pounding as we hung up the phone. Was I really going to do this? Was I going to trust him? The papers on my desk seemed to mock me, the inked contract a stark reminder of the games and the

but finally, determination won over fear. This contract needed to be signed as soon

purse, I hurried out of my apartment, the door clicking shut behind me. As I approached the car, the driver looked up and gave

to say, my voice unsteady. He opened the door for me, and I slid into the plush back seat,

seemed both too long and too short, all at the same time. My mind was a whirlwind

my body refusing to comply with my brain’s command to move. The driver had to clear his

“Miss Morgan? We’re here.”

never failed to take my breath away, but today, it felt different. It felt like I was stepping into a lion’s den, voluntarily. “Logan’s in the basement,” the driver

I echoed, both surprised and concerned.

the vast emptiness. It was unusually quiet, the normal hustle and bustle of the servants

to me again, only perked up as a familiar voice came into

Lift it

I quickened my pace, my curiosity piqued, and peered down into the darkness. There was a set of wooden stairs leading down, and I could see shadows moving around. They appeared to be banging on

Ella,”