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.”

everything over,” he replied, his tone slightly softer.

smirked, confidence surging. “I love a good

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

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

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

I started up 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

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

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 platter like

sneering laugh. “Well, maybe if you

hands curl up into fists at

growled, bristling at their harsh words.

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

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

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

dripped with

refusing to let her words rattle me. “Noted. Have a great day, Sarah,” I replied, opting

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

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

breaking the

I called, expecting to see one of my colleagues. But instead, Logan walked in, his usually confident

you here? I thought

hair. “But I decided that it would be best if I talked to you

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

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