His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 319 Breakroom Gossip Vs Cold Blood

Ella

As the sun peeked through the gaps in my curtains, illuminating the quiet of my bedroom, my phone buzzed.

The name on the screen-Logan-made my heart race. It had been a week since our conversation at the bar, and while the weight of his story still lingered between us, our professional relationship had felt as though it solidified.

“Morning.” I answered, my voice still raspy from sleep. “You’re calling me bright and early today.”

“Ella,” he greeted, his tone more formal than I’d grown used to. “The last case you handled for me went well. I have another one, but this… it’s different. More complicated. A lot more complicated.”

I sat up, intrigued. “Complicated how?”

He paused, choosing his words carefully. “There’s been a murder. On a property I own.”

The gravity of his words settled over me. I chewed the inside of my cheek as I ran my hand through my hair, my eyes darting across the room.

“A murder?” I asked quietly.

Logan was silent for a moment. “Yes,” he finally replied. “Ella, I… His voice softened a bit. “I know how it sounds, but it had nothing to do with me. And yet…” He paused again. I heard the sound of another voice in the background- someone calling his name.

“Logan?” I called out.

I could hear him clear his throat. “Actually, I’ll send you the details later, alright?” he said. “Something came up.”

I sighed. It was only six in the morning, and I was already being bombarded with a case that I hadn’t been expecting; a murder, of all things. “I see,” I said, putting on my best professional voice. “Just get me the details, and I’ll handle it.”

replied, his tone slightly softer.

smirked, confidence surging. “I love

Little did I know, the day had more in store for me than just a

with activity, with detectives

the curious glances in my direction, I made my way to my desk, lost in thoughts about Logan’s

voices came from the breakroom, and something compelled me to move closer.

believe this,” one voice-clearly Rebecca’s, with her signature nasal tone-said, dripping with condescension. “The rookie’s got herself another case. Third one.

for five years, and I’ve never been handed something of this magnitude. Especially not on

by a sneering laugh. “Well, maybe if you were sleeping with your client, you’d

humiliation mingling in a dangerous cocktail. I felt my hands curl up into fists at my sides, and my ears

me “Tell them.” she growled, bristling at their

it to try to argue against these gossips. Kill ’em

I straightened my posture and walked into the breakroom. “Good morning, everyone,” I greeted cheerfully, grabbing a

went silent. Most of them averted their gaze, their guilt evident. Slowly, one by one, they began to leave, the tension in the room palpable. All except Sarah. She lingered, her brown eyes narrowed, disdain

her voice dripped with malice.

met her gaze head-on, refusing to let her words rattle me. “Noted. Have a great day, Sarah,” I replied, opting for politeness. She huffed, casting me one last dirty look before walking out, her heels clicking angrily

of the morning’s events. But then, the thought of the challenging

my computer screen was the only source of light in my dim office. Files that had yet to be neatly put away lay scattered across the desk, testament to the complex nature of the cases I had been handling since my arrangement

breaking the quiet, until the soft knock on my door startled

his usually confident posture replaced by one of tension. His stormy eyes held a hint of vulnerability that

“What brings you here? I thought you were going to send me an email or

him. “I was,” he said, running a hand through his dark hair. “But I decided that it would be best if I talked to

the eyes. “As you know, someone was murdered in one

in