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 softer. “But brace yourself, Ella. This one’s a

smirked, confidence surging. “I love a good

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

morning shift greeted me. The air buzzed with activity, with

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 closer. I halted just outside the door, the conversation growing

won’t believe this,” one voice-clearly Rebecca’s, with her signature nasal tone-said, dripping with condescension. “The rookie’s got

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

a sneering laugh. “Well, maybe if you were

a dangerous cocktail. I felt my hands curl up into fists at my sides, and my ears began to grow into slight points as the urge to shift

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

it to try to argue

“Good morning, everyone,” I

gaze, their guilt evident. Slowly, one by one, they began to leave, the tension in the room palpable.

me, her voice dripped with malice. “You should be

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

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

source of light in my dim office. Files that had yet to be neatly put away lay scattered across the desk, testament

of my keyboard was the lone noise breaking the quiet, until

instead, Logan walked in, his usually confident posture

started, standing up. “What brings you here? I thought you were going to send me

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

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

leaned back in my