Beautifiedg1

“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

"I don't need to resort to some underhanded means to get myself a man,"

"Really? So why have you been pestering Rufus all these while?" Lisa shot back, completely discarding her pitiful image.

"Which eye of yours saw me pestering your loser of a boyfriend? Anyway if you continue to insist on being blind, that's your shit to deal with."

"If I'm really in need of a boyfriend like you said, with a snap of my finger I'll get over a dozen men crawling to my feet," Grace said without mincing words a. At this same time her chin tilted provocatively upward, making her look proud and arrogant.

If what Wendy and the servants were saying was actually true, can Rufus compare to the fingernails of the two men around her? But like she said, she doesn't need to resort to using despicable means to get any of them.

This I of course gave the jobless onlookers a fresh topic to talk about and they went about it with frenzy, just as Grace had expected.

Get Off Your High Horse