His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 319

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.”

over,” he replied, his tone slightly softer.

surging. “I

did I know, the day had more in store for me than just a new

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

way to my desk, lost in thoughts about Logan’s mysterious

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

condescension. “The rookie’s got

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

“Well, maybe if you were sleeping

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

bristling at their harsh

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

“Good morning, everyone,” I greeted cheerfully, grabbing a

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

with malice. “You should be ashamed

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 clicking angrily against

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

to be neatly put away lay scattered across the desk, testament to the

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

his usually confident posture replaced by one of tension. His stormy eyes held a

thought

hand through his dark hair. “But I decided that it

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 somewhat

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