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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

Meanwhile at the hospital, Grace arrived at the theater door where Wendy and her brother were seated, gazing pitifully at the door.

"Wendy, Bill," she called out softly.

"What's the situation?" she asked when they both turned to her.

"No one has told us anything yet. We're waiting for the operation to be over to hear from the doctor," Bill said.

Grace loved to Wendy's side and flung a hand over her shoulders. "It will be alright," she comforted. Wendy did not refute her but just nodded blankly.

According to the doctor's earlier statement, there are still a few weeks remaining and the window for saving her mother's life will be up or did the doctor miscalculate and this was actually the end?

Wendy couldn't put her thoughts into words as she was afraid if she did so, her words would come to pass.

Minutes stretched into hours, and the anxiety was nearly palpable as they waited and it seemed their wait was going to be endless.

I’m Sorry…