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

surging. “I love

line went dead, leaving me with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Little did I know, the day had more in store for

air buzzed with activity, with detectives and officers exchanging notes,

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

my computer, a faint murmur reached my ears. The voices came from the breakroom, and something compelled me to move closer. I halted just outside the door, the conversation growing

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

which I recognized as Mark’s, chimed in, “I’ve been here for five years, and

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

face, anger and humiliation mingling in a dangerous cocktail. I felt my hands curl up into fists at my sides,

bristling at their harsh words. “Tell them that they’re wrong.

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

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

of them averted their gaze, their guilt evident. Slowly, one by one, they began to leave, the tension in

her voice dripped with

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, her heels

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

of my computer screen was the only source of light in my dim office. Files that had yet to be neatly

rhythmic clicking of my keyboard was the lone noise breaking

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

here? I thought you were going to send

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

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

back in my chair,