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. “But

smirked, confidence surging. “I love

went dead, leaving me with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Little did I know, the day

morning shift greeted me. The air buzzed with activity, with detectives

my way to my

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

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

five years, and I’ve never been handed something

was a pause, followed by a sneering laugh. “Well, maybe if you were sleeping with your client, you’d have a shot too,” Rebecca

my hands curl up into fists at my sides, and my ears began to grow into slight points as the urge to shift

inside of me “Tell them.” she growled, bristling at their harsh words. “Tell them that they’re wrong. You’re not sleeping with

“No. It’s not worth it to try to argue against these gossips. Kill ’em with kindness, as Moana

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

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

me, her voice dripped with malice. “You

opting for politeness. She huffed, casting me one last dirty look before walking out, her heels clicking angrily

then, the thought of the challenging case ahead, the intricacies I’d have to unravel, pushed the incident

glow of my computer screen was the only source of light in my dim office. Files that had yet to be neatly put

of my keyboard was the lone noise breaking the quiet, until the soft knock

I called, expecting to see one of my colleagues. But instead, Logan walked in, his usually confident posture replaced by one of

brings you here? I thought you

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

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

back in my chair,