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.”

his tone slightly softer. “But

“I love

excitement and trepidation. Little did I know, the day had more in store for me than just

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

glances in my direction, I made my way to my desk, lost

started up my computer, a faint murmur reached my ears. The voices came from the breakroom, and

this,” 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 one’s

been here for five years, and I’ve never been handed

by a sneering laugh. “Well, maybe if you were sleeping with your

curl up into fists at my sides, and my ears began

their harsh words. “Tell them that they’re wrong. You’re not

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

the breakroom. “Good morning, everyone,” I greeted cheerfully,

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

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

I replied, opting for politeness. She huffed, casting me one last dirty look before

the thought of the

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

the lone noise breaking the quiet, until the soft knock on my

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

here? I thought you were going to send me

through his dark hair. “But I decided that

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

in my chair, intrigued.

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