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“Congratulations, you have been hired as the personal assistant…”

“Really!” Grace exclaimed even before Jace Brandon, the CEO of Brandon Corporations  could finish his statement.

The growing sparkle in Grace’s eyes did not escape the keen sight of Jace.

“To my son,” he completed. 

“Yes, I’m very much delighted to take up the position of the personal assistant to … your what?!” 

Grace’s eyes almost popped out of their socket as she completed “son?” listlessly.

“You heard me right,” Jace replied coldly as he stared at Grace.

“Is that not the same as being employed as your child’s nanny?” Grace asked doubtfully.

“If you want to put it that way, yes.” Jace replied nonchalantly.

“In other words…” Grace began.

“You are officially my son’s nanny, if you accept the offer,” Jace Brandon completed.

“If there is nothing else, this interview is officially over.”

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Grace Fowler, who had always dreamt of becoming a top designer in the biggest designing firm in the country was blacklisted for exposing sensitive company information due to a set up by the ones she trusted the most— her boyfriend and her kid sister.

Shattered and battered, she set out for greener pastures in an unknown land and ended up being hired as a nanny to the son of Jace Brandon, the wealthiest billionaire in San Francisco.

But the scariest thing was when her job description was gradually amended to not only taking care of the five year old autistic son of the CEO but the widowed CEO himself.

What does the future hold for her when suddenly, everything around her begins to change and her past comes calling again with the sudden appearance of her boss’s late wife.

Will Grace be able to let go of her past and embrace the joy of fighting for the heart of the man her heart yearns for, or settle for happiness in the arms of Trent, her boss’s cousin, who literally adores the ground Grace walks on?

A Husband For The NANNY

Pushing through the hospital doors with frustration etched on his face, Jace's eyes scanned the bustling lobby, searching for any sign of Grace.

All he saw were nurses rushing by, patients being wheeled in on gurneys, and families huddled in clusters, their faces etched with concern.

How was he going to locate her in this place without her phone?

When he had been waiting in the car, he had called her line to ask what was still keeping her but was disappointed to hear the phone ringing beside him.

It was then he realized she had also left her phone behind in a hurry.

"I can't keep on waiting like this and I can't leave her all alone here either. There must be a way to reach her."

He pulled out his phone to make a call.

"Get me the contact of Ms Fowler's friend immediately," he ordered Suresh who had just rounded up the meeting that his boss disappeared from without an explanation to anyone, not even him his indispensable assistant.

That Was Your Boss