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.”

tone slightly softer. “But brace yourself, Ella.

surging. “I love

with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Little did I know,

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

made my way to my desk, lost in thoughts about

came from the breakroom, and something compelled me to move closer. I halted just

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

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

“Well, maybe if you were sleeping with your client, you’d have

I felt my hands curl up into fists at my sides, and my

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

the anger. “No. It’s not worth it to try

posture and walked into the breakroom. “Good morning, everyone,” I greeted cheerfully, grabbing a coffee mug.

one, they began to leave, the tension in the room palpable. All except Sarah. She lingered, her brown eyes

dripped with malice. “You should be

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

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

my dim office. Files that had yet to be neatly put away lay scattered across the

my keyboard was the lone noise breaking the quiet,

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

I started, standing up. “What brings you here? I thought you were going

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 person, because

straight 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

back in my