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.

“I love a

leaving me with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Little did I know, the day had more

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

in my direction, I made my way

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

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

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

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

at my sides, and my ears began to grow into slight points as the urge to

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

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

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

Slowly, one by one, they began to leave, the tension in the room palpable. All except Sarah. She

she approached me, her voice dripped with malice.

met her gaze head-on, refusing to let her words rattle me. “Noted. Have a great day, Sarah,” I replied, opting for politeness. She huffed, casting me one last dirty look before walking out, her heels clicking angrily against

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

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

rhythmic clicking of my keyboard was the lone noise breaking

in, his usually confident posture replaced by one

thought you were going

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

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

in my chair, intrigued.