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

confidence surging. “I love a good

Little did I know, the day had

hustle of the morning shift greeted me. The air buzzed with activity, with detectives and officers exchanging notes, sipping on their coffee, and prepping

glances in my direction, I made my way to my desk,

breakroom, and something compelled me to move closer. I

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

in, “I’ve been here for five years, and I’ve never been handed something of this magnitude. Especially not on a silver platter like

if you were sleeping with your client, you’d

in a dangerous cocktail. I felt my hands curl up into fists at

growled, bristling at their harsh words. “Tell

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

“Good morning, everyone,” I greeted cheerfully, grabbing a coffee mug. “How’s everyone’s day

room 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.

dripped with malice. “You should be ashamed of

day, Sarah,” I replied, opting for politeness. She huffed, casting me one last dirty

the weight of the morning’s events. But then, the thought of the challenging case ahead, the intricacies I’d have to unravel, pushed the incident to the back of

to be neatly put away lay scattered across the desk, testament to the complex nature of the cases I had been

was the lone noise breaking the quiet,

one of my colleagues. But instead, Logan walked in, his usually confident posture replaced by one of tension. His stormy eyes

here? I thought you

“But I decided that it would be best if I talked to you in person, because some things have changed about this

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

back in my chair,