His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 319

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.”

tone slightly softer. “But brace

surging. “I love a

and trepidation. Little did I know,

the morning shift greeted me. The air buzzed with activity, with detectives and officers exchanging

I made my way to my desk, lost in

ears. The voices came from the breakroom, and something compelled me to move closer. I halted just outside the door, the conversation growing

voice-clearly Rebecca’s, with her signature nasal tone-said, dripping with condescension. “The

another voice, which I recognized as Mark’s, chimed in, “I’ve been here for five years, and I’ve never been handed something of this magnitude. Especially not on a silver platter

if you were sleeping with your client, you’d have a shot too,”

a dangerous cocktail. I felt my hands curl up into fists at my sides, and my ears began to grow into slight

bristling at their harsh words. “Tell

It’s not worth it to try to argue against these gossips. Kill ’em with kindness,

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

by one, they began to leave, the tension in the room

me, her voice dripped with malice. “You

her gaze head-on, refusing to let her words rattle me. “Noted. Have a great day, Sarah,” I replied, opting for politeness. She

took a moment, letting out a long sigh, feeling the weight of the morning’s events. But then, the thought of the

that had yet to be neatly put away lay scattered across the desk, testament to the

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

confident posture replaced by one of

standing up. “What brings you here? I thought you were going to

door gently behind him. “I was,” he said, running a hand through his dark hair. “But I decided that it would be best if I talked to you in person, because some things have changed about this

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

in my chair,

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