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

“I love a good

did I know, the

The air buzzed with activity, with detectives and officers exchanging notes, sipping on their coffee, and prepping for the

my direction, I made my way to my desk, lost in thoughts about Logan’s

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

signature nasal tone-said, dripping with condescension. “The rookie’s got herself another case. Third one. And they say that this one’s even

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

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

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

bristling at their harsh words. “Tell them that they’re wrong. You’re not

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

into the breakroom. “Good morning, everyone,”

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

her voice dripped with malice.

a great day, Sarah,” I replied, opting for politeness. She huffed, casting me one last dirty look before walking out, her heels

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

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

noise breaking the quiet, until the soft knock

to 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 of vulnerability that

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

door gently behind him. “I was,” he said, running a hand through his dark hair. “But I

“As you know, someone was murdered in one of

in