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 a

Little did I know,

morning shift greeted me. The air buzzed with activity, with detectives and officers exchanging notes, sipping on their

way to my desk, lost in thoughts

computer, a faint murmur reached my ears. The voices came from the breakroom, and something compelled me to move

“The rookie’s got herself another case. Third one.

Mark’s, chimed in, “I’ve been here for five years, and I’ve never been handed something of this magnitude. Especially not on

if you were sleeping with your client, you’d

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

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

the anger. “No. It’s not worth it to try to argue against these gossips. Kill ’em

deep breath, I straightened my posture and walked into the breakroom. “Good morning, everyone,” I greeted cheerfully, grabbing a coffee mug. “How’s everyone’s day so

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

voice dripped with malice. “You should be ashamed

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

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

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

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

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

thought you

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

in one of my

back in my chair,