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.”

slightly

smirked, confidence 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 me than just

office, the hustle of the morning shift greeted me. The air buzzed with activity, with detectives and officers exchanging notes, sipping on their coffee, and prepping for

my way to

the breakroom, and something compelled me to move closer. I

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

as Mark’s, chimed in, “I’ve been here for five years, and I’ve never been handed something of this magnitude. Especially

a pause, followed by a sneering laugh. “Well, maybe if you were sleeping with your client, you’d

anger and 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

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

shook my head, swallowing nervously to quell the anger. “No. It’s not worth it to try to

walked into the breakroom. “Good morning, everyone,” I greeted

their guilt evident. Slowly, one by one, they began to leave, the tension in the room palpable. All except Sarah. She lingered, her brown eyes narrowed, disdain

with malice. “You should be

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

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 the back of my

light in 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

the lone noise breaking the quiet, until the soft knock

usually confident posture replaced by one of tension. His stormy eyes held a hint of vulnerability that I hadn’t seen

thought you were going to

a deep 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

you know, someone was murdered in one of my restaurants-La Lune, it’s called. And up until now, it was somewhat

back in my chair,