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His Nanny Mate Chapter 351 By Eve Above Story

Chapter 351 Olive Branches


The light filtered into the offices as I walked into the open floor plan, and I felt like I was walking into a den of wolves. My coworkers had that shifty, guilty look on their faces that I had become all too familiar with recently. I already knew why.

From the corners of my eyes, I noticed heads quickly swivel back to their desks, computer screens blinking to life as if they had been hard at work all along. But the reality was all too clear: they had been watching. The entire office, it seemed, had been huddled around the window, trying to catch a glimpse of my conversation with Logan.

A weight settled in my stomach. This had been precisely what I had hoped to avoid. It wasn’t just the topic of whispers, I had become the spectacle of the morning. Hell, I had become the spectacle of the year. I had had enough.

“Really?” I said, unable to keep the irritation out of my voice. I planted my hands on my hips, trying to convey both authority and exasperation. “You all don’t have anything better to do?”

The room remained awkwardly silent. Their shared guilt was written all over their faces.

I exhaled, grounding myself, before deciding to tackle the elephant in the room head-on. “Yes,” I began, “I am seeing Logan Barrett. And yes, he is… Well, he is who he is. But that doesn’t mean this place should turn into a scene straight out of a Hollywood movie, with everyone peeking around corners and whispering behind hands.”

A few heads ducked, others averted their eyes, but I wasn’t finished. “It’s none of your business. And frankly, you all should be ashamed of yourselves. Acting like a bunch of gossipy teenagers.”

By the end of my little speech, the atmosphere was thick with embarrassment. Pleased with the silence that followed, I made my way to my office.

Every step felt like a victory, my head held high.

It wasn’t long into the morning before I was called into a meeting with Mr. Henderson and Bryan Fleming, one of the firm’s experienced and rather condescending lawyers.

As soon as the meeting began, I could feel the tension in the room. Bryan, with his graying hair and pinstripe suits, had made it abundantly clear since I started at the firm that he saw me as a green, inexperienced rookie who, in his esteemed opinion, had yet to earn her stripes. His gaze was stern, scrutinizing every word I uttered, every point I raised.

“Ella,” he scoffed, emphasizing my name as if it were synonymous with incompetence, “your lack of experience in the field is painfully obvious. I wonder how you manage to keep up.”

I bristled at his condescending tone but maintained my composure. “I’ve successfully handled several high-profile cases, including the ones with Logan Barrett, one of our most significant clients,” I reminded him firmly, defending my capabilities. My voice was steady, but inside, I was a tempest of indignation and frustration.

“Oh, Logan,” Bryan sneered, an insinuating smirk playing on his lips. “Isn’t he your boyfriend? It seems like a pretty convenient, and dare I say, conflicted arrangement, don’t you think?”

His implication was infuriatingly clear, undermining my professionalism and reducing my accomplishments to mere favors from a ‘boyfriend’. My cheeks burned, and I was about to retort when Mr. Henderson stepped in, his voice like a whip cutting through the tension.

“Ella has proven herself to be an asset to this firm,” he said sternly, fixing Bryan with a sharp look. “Her accomplishments speak for themselves, and it is unbecoming to belittle our colleagues based on unfounded assumptions and petty biases.”

Bryan shifted in his seat, his smugness replaced by discomfort under Mr. Henderson’s admonishing gaze.

“Ella is a promising lawyer,” Mr. Henderson continued, “and we expect everyone to treat her with the respect she deserves.”

I could see Bryan swallowing his words, the subtle tightening of his jaw revealing his suppressed resentment. The meeting continued, but the air remained charged, every exchanged glance a silent battle of wills.

Once the meeting ended and Bryan slinked away, I found myself alone with Mr. Henderson. My gratitude bubbled to the surface, eclipsing my lingering annoyance. “Thank you, Mr. Henderson, for standing up for me.”

Mr. Henderson looked at me, his eyes softening ever so slightly. “I won’t always be there to stick up for you, Ella,” he said, his tone matter-of-fact. “But out of respect for Logan, I’ll do it for now.”

His words were a mixed bag of reassurance and reminder. Logan’s presence was a protective shield, but it also overshadowed my individual merits. It left a sour taste in my mouth, the realization that my ‘boyfriend’s’ reputation might be the only thing warranting respect from some people.

“But what about my skills? My dedication?” I thought as I walked out of the conference room, the feeling of being undervalued gnawing at my spirit. “Isn’t the fact that I’m a competent woman lawyer enough?”

“They’ll all learn soon enough,” Ema said, her voice tinged with annoyance. “I’ll be waiting for that day.”

I managed to hold in a scoff. “Yeah. If that day ever comes.”

A quick trip to my office had me realizing that I had forgotten to pack my lunch.

“Great,” I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Knew I was forgetting something this morning.”

My stomach was already growling from the eventful morning, and even Ema was getting antsy for something to eat. With a sigh, I grabbed my wallet and headed to the vending machines.

But as I surveyed the options, it seemed as though I wasn’t alone in my search for food. A few moments later, I was joined by Sarah, one of the few colleagues I had occasionally chatted with. Her flustered presence was unexpected, but not necessarily unwelcome.

“That was… quite the scene this morning.” Sarah said hesitantly, avoiding direct eye contact as she made her selection on the vending machine.

I shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant. “Had to be said. I’m not here to be the subject of office gossip.”

She nodded slowly, as if processing what I had said. “You were… brave,” she admitted, looking genuinely impressed. “Standing up to everyone like that.”

“It’s nothing,” I replied, brushing off her compliment even though it warmed me. “But… thank you for saying so Sarah.”

It was surprising to see Sarah, who probably used to hate me more than anyone else in the office, slowly warming up to me lately. As far as I knew, I hadn’t done anything differently. Or maybe I had.

Sarah turned her attention back to the vending machine. After inserting her coins, she pressed the button for a packet of chips. The spiral began to turn but stopped midway, leaving her snack dangling precariously.

“Seriously?” Sarah huffed in frustration, giving the machine a swift kick..

I couldn’t help but chuckle at the irony, considering the kind of day it had been. “Let me try,” I offered, nudging her aside slightly.

Despite my best efforts to shake and prod the machine, the packet remained stubbornly stuck. Sarah sighed, looking even more exasperated. “Just my luck. I didn’t even pack lunch today. I hate eating out alone.”

I looked at her, seeing an opportunity. After all, I was in the same boat.

“Well,” I began with a smile, “how about we go out together?”

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His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

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Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2023 Native Language: English

His Nanny Mate (Moana and Edrick Morgan)

I’m a new grad human in huge debt, and cheated by my Omega boyfriend. When I got wasted in a bar, I didn’t expect to have the best sex ever. And the very next morning, I also didn’t expect to wake up and find my One-Night-Stand hookup was my ex-boyfriend's Alpha billionaire BOSS…. How things are going to turn out after I accidentally became his 5-year-old daughter's live-in nanny? ____________   How did this happen? How did I wind up finally becoming employed, only for it to turn out that my new employer was the same person who I had a one night stand with just two nights ago? “I didn’t know that you would be the employer. If I had known, I wouldn’t have applied….” “It’s alright. I knew it was you when I hired you. I did it on purpose.” I scrunched my eyebrows together. “What do you mean?”      

His Nanny Mate (Moana and Edrick Morgan) Chapter 1 Betrayal

Moana It was a hot summer evening, and I had just spent the entire day job hunting. Finding work as a human in a world dominated by werewolves, especially in the midst of the hustle and bustle of the city, wasn’t easy. Even though I had a degree in Early Childhood Education, no schools wanted to hire me because I was a human. Werewolf parents were outraged at the thought of a “worthless human” teaching their children, as if my skills, drive, and education meant nothing. So, I was now limited to service jobs, which were also unfortunately hard to come by because the job market was oversaturated with other humans who were also desperate to pay their bills. If I didn’t find a job soon, though, I would lose my apartment. My landlord had already given me a thirty-day notice. If I didn’t pay my rent -- and the three months of rent that I already owed -- by the end of the thirty days, he was going to evict me. At least I still had my boyfriend, Sam. He wasn’t extraordinarily well-off either despite being a werewolf, but at least he had a job and could pay his rent. We had been together for three years now and had known each other for five, so maybe it was time to talk about moving in together soon. As I was walking down the packed city street, a thin layer of sweat caked to my forehead from spending the day running from business to business as I tried to find someone who would hire me, I started to realize how hungry I was. I couldn’t afford to eat out, but the delicious smells coming from the restaurants I passed began to make my mouth water. One particular restaurant across the street caught my eye, but not because of the smell of food. I stopped in my tracks, my eyes widening. Inside the restaurant, right in the window, was Sam. He wasn’t alone; he was with another woman, and they were… Kissing. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” I said out loud, causing a few passersby to turn their heads and give me weird looks. Sam had told me that he was busy recently, that he had a lot of work… Was this what he was really doing? Cheating on me with some other woman? The fury bubbled up inside of me, and without thinking, I stormed across the street and toward the restaurant window. My stomach turned as I came closer. This woman was gorgeous -- basically a supermodel -- and that didn’t make me feel any better about the situation. Not only was Sam cheating on me, but he was cheating on me with someone who looked like that. She was thin, blonde, and tan with long legs, wearing a skimpy evening dress and high heels. I do get compliments on my face, body and long red hair, but in that moment, I felt so worthless as I stood there looking at Sam and his mistress. How could he do this to me? I stopped in front of the window. Neither of them even saw me standing there, they were so absorbed in their makeout session. So, I banged on the window. Sam and the mystery woman both jumped, their eyes widening when they saw me. I stormed over to the entrance and ran inside, ignoring the strange looks from the restaurant staff and customers, and ran up to where Sam and the woman sat. “How fucking dare you?!” I yelled, my hands curled up into fists at my sides. “We’ve been together for three years and you’re cheating on me?” The woman looked back and forth between Sam and I with an embarrassed expression on her face as the restaurant fell silent, but Sam’s face showed only anger and resentment. Without saying a word, Sam stood and grabbed me by the arm, dragging me out of the restaurant. He was too strong for me to resist, so I stumbled after him and back out into the busy street with tears streaming down my cheeks. “You’re making a fool of both of us, Moana,” he growled once we were outside. “I’m making a fool of us?” I replied, my voice still raised. “You’re making out with another woman in public!” Sam merely rolled his eyes and pulled me further away from the door. His werewolf eyes burned a bright orange color and his face was wrought with anger. “Control your temper,” he whispered, pushing me roughly up against the side of the building. “You’re just an ordinary human. You should feel lucky that I even entertained you for three years.” His words stung, and my vision became clouded with tears. “Why her?” I croaked as a sob caught in my throat. Sam, the man who had told me he loved me for three years, merely chuckled. “You’re useless to me,” he snarled. “She’s a Beta. Her family is incredibly wealthy and powerful, and thanks to her, I’ll be starting a new job at WereCorp next week.” WereCorp was the biggest corporation in the world. Not only did they control all of the banks, but they also developed the newest and most widely-used cryptocurrency of the 21st Century: WCoin. I never used it -- humans weren’t allowed to -- but it made a lot of werewolves extremely rich when it first came out. He continued, “What have you done for me aside from mooching off of me because you can’t even get a job of your own? You’re nothing compared to her. How dare you even question my decision to move on.” There was nothing else I could say; nothing else that could come to mind aside from getting the hell away from him. I shoved Sam away finally, pushing myself away from the wall. “Fuck you,” I growled, my rage taking over as I raised my hand and slapped him hard across the face. Passersby were looking at us now, but I didn’t care. Without another word, I turned on my heel and stormed away without looking back. As I walked numbly down the street and wiped the tears from my eyes, I thought about what Sam was like when we first met; he had been nothing more than a bullied Omega in high school with no confidence, no prospects, and no friends. I had helped him gain confidence with my love and support, and this was how he repaid me? By leaving me for some blonde, all for a job at WereCorp? Nothing angered me more than knowing that my boyfriend of three years, and best friend for five years, had left me so easily over money and power. I was still fuming when I stepped out into the intersection, too numb to look properly before crossing. Just then, I heard the sound of a car honking and looked up to see a luxury car driving straight for me. Cursing to myself, I stumbled backwards and fell into a puddle just before the car hit me. The car came to a screeching halt next to me, which was surprising since I assumed that they would just drive away after nearly hitting me, but what surprised me even more was the person who sat inside the car when the window rolled down. Edrick Morgan, CEO of WereCorp. Edrick was known not only for being the youngest CEO in the history of the company and the heir to the largest fortune in the world, but also for his stunning appearance -- and although I was incredibly hurt and angry about everything that had happened today, I couldn’t help but notice his strong jawline, his muscular shoulders and arms, and his incredibly handsome face. I opened my mouth to say something about how he had nearly hit me, but before I could, he looked me up and down and tossed a wad of cash out the window, driving away with a rev of his engine. Edrick Morgan, the CEO of WereCorp, had nearly hit me with his car… and tossed me money like I was some beggar. All werewolves really were arrogant assholes. I threw the cash on the ground and stood, cursing under my breath as I realized how soaked and dirty my clothes were. I’d have to go home and see if I could scrounge up some change to take them to the laundromat so I could continue job hunting tomorrow, but admittedly for now I just wanted to drown my sorrows. I walked for a few blocks, finally spotting a bar that seemed nice and quiet.Taking a deep breath and smoothing down my stained shirt, I walked through the doors and approached the bouncer. The bouncer narrowed his eyes at me and looked me up and down, taking in my dirty appearance sniffing the air in front of me. “No humans allowed without a member escort,” he growled, folding his arms. I frowned. “Member?” I asked. “I’m a paying customer. Just let me buy a drink.” The bouncer shook his head and began to usher me toward the door like I was some sort of nuisance. “Is this even legal?” I said, raising my voice. “You can’t just discriminate against humans like this! Is my money worthless here just because of--” “She’s with me,” a stern and clear voice suddenly said from behind. The bouncer and I both looked up and turned to see a man in a suit standing on the stairs. Edrick Morgan.  

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