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.”

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

“I

Little did I know, the day

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

made my way to my

a faint murmur reached my ears. The voices came from the breakroom, and something

condescension. “The rookie’s

in, “I’ve been here for five years, and I’ve never

a pause, followed by a sneering laugh. “Well, maybe if you were sleeping

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

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

shook my head, swallowing nervously to quell the anger. “No. It’s not worth it to try to argue

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

gaze, their guilt evident. Slowly, one by one, they began to leave, the tension in the room palpable. All except Sarah.

voice dripped with malice. “You should be ashamed of

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,

long sigh, feeling 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

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

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

confident posture replaced by one of tension.

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

deep breath, 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

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

leaned back in my chair, intrigued.