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.”

everything over,” he replied, his tone slightly softer. “But brace

“I

mix of excitement and trepidation. Little did

the office, the hustle of the morning shift greeted me. The air buzzed with activity, with detectives and officers

the curious glances in my direction, I made my way to my desk, lost in thoughts

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

believe 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

and I’ve never

a sneering laugh. “Well, maybe if you

into fists at my sides, and my ears began to grow into slight points as the urge to shift started to creep

inside of me “Tell them.” she growled, bristling at their harsh words. “Tell them that

to quell the anger. “No. It’s not worth it to try to argue against these gossips. Kill ’em

“Good morning, everyone,” I greeted cheerfully, grabbing a coffee mug. “How’s everyone’s

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

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

rattle me. “Noted. Have a great day, Sarah,” I replied, opting for politeness.

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

dim office. Files that had yet to be neatly put away lay scattered across the desk, testament to

was the lone noise breaking the quiet, until the

instead, Logan walked in, his usually confident posture replaced by one of tension. His stormy eyes held a hint

started, standing up. “What brings you here? I thought you

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 talked to you in person, because some things have

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

leaned back in