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.”

he replied, his tone slightly softer. “But brace yourself, Ella.

“I

leaving me with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Little did I know, the day had more in store for

buzzed with activity, with detectives and officers exchanging notes, sipping on their coffee, and

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

my computer, a faint murmur reached my ears. The voices came from the breakroom, and something compelled me to move closer. I halted just outside the door, the

dripping with condescension. “The rookie’s got herself another case. Third one. And they

been here for five years, and

laugh. “Well, maybe if you were

fists at

at their harsh words. “Tell

worth it to try to argue against these gossips. Kill ’em with kindness, as Moana

breath, I straightened my posture and walked into the breakroom. “Good morning, everyone,”

one by one, they began to leave, the tension in the room palpable. All except Sarah. She

me, her voice dripped with malice. “You should be ashamed of yourself,

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

the thought of

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

clicking of my keyboard was the lone noise breaking

walked in, his usually confident posture replaced

“What brings you here? I thought

closing the 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

looked me straight in the eyes. “As you know, someone was murdered in one of my restaurants-La Lune, it’s called. And up until

back in my chair,

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