His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 324 Objection

Ella

A sharp jolt of realization pulled me out of my sleep. The luminescent glow of dawn was already seeping through the window blinds. How long had we been asleep? Frantic, I scrambled upright, inadvertently knocking a few papers off the cluttered desk.

“Logan!” I shook his shoulder, urgency lacing my voice. “Wake up. We overslept!” His eyelids fluttered open, his usually sharp eyes clouded with confusion. “Ella? What time is it?”

My fingers flew to my wristwatch, and a gasp escaped my lips. “God, it’s nearly time for the court session! We have minutes, Logan, minutes!”

His eyes widened as he registered the severity of the situation. “Damn,” he cursed, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

“Come on!” I urged, grabbing my files and purse, doing my best to appear somewhat professional. Looking at my reflection in a nearby window, I grimaced at the mascara smudged under my eyes and the crease lines imprinted on my cheek from the papers.

As Logan and I dashed through the halls of the firm, his tie hung loosely around his neck, and his shirt wasn’t entirely buttoned up. I struggled to adjust my blazer while balancing on my heels, my hand clutching a bundle of important case documents. There was no time for the elevator. We opted for the stairs, taking them two at a time.

Reaching the ground floor, we burst through the building’s main doors, the cool morning air hitting us. As we sped toward the courthouse just a few blocks away, Logan pulled off his tie, hastily re-tying it.

“You alright?” he panted, glancing my way.

“I’ve had better mornings,” I quipped, trying to find humor in our predicament. “We need to be on our A-game the moment we walk into that courtroom.”

We made it to the courthouse steps, barely catching our breath. As the grand doors came into view, I tried to mentally prepare myself. Every second counted, and making a good impression was vital.

courtroom, all eyes turned our way -and not in

no room for excuses. I opened my mouth to apologize when Mr. Westbrook, shooting me a

snide remark, I began, “Your Honor, I sincerely apologize for

“Very well. Proceedings will begin in five minutes, once you two have had a chance to

courtroom was a pressure cooker of tension, but if there was

His entrance had no doubt been marked by nods of respect from fellow attorneys and begrudging acknowledgment from others. His reputation preceded

of a smirk playing on his

any chink in my armor. “The name is Morgan, Mr. Westbrook.

But it’s not always about being ready, is it? It’s about playing the game.” He paused, letting the implication hang in the air before

jury-one of a city under siege, a place where men like Logan roamed the streets, and where families lived in

intoned dramatically, “stands at a crossroads. Do we allow individuals who

Westbrook weaved a tale. He spoke of past incidents, of

photograph of a scene from Logan’s alleged crime. “This is not merely about a man

were effective. He was weaving a narrative that was becoming harder and harder to counter, especially with

Logan’s questioning. He began with seemingly innocuous questions, designed to lull Logan into a false sense of

“Tell us about your childhood. Would

normal

feigning sympathy. “And your teenage years?

trap but playing along. “Went to school, had