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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

The room seemed to freeze as Sir Washington's exclamation echoed against the walls. Everyone turned to him in confusion, and Jace frowned, stepping forward with his usual protective stance toward Grace.

"Sir Washington, is something wrong?" Rose asked, despite how steady her voice was, it was still laced with concern.

Ignoring the sudden concern he'd evoked in everyone, the old man's sharp gaze was locked on Grace, obviously in a world of his own. And at the moment, his face was far paler than the first time he'd laid eyes on Grace.

It was as though he'd just seen a ghost this time around. He took another step closer but stopped himself just in time. He seemed to have recollected himself as he sighed heavily.

"You…" he said hoarsely, pointing at Grace. "Turn toward the window."

Grace blinked, utterly bewildered by the demand. "I—what?"

"Just do it!" Sir Washington snapped with rare urgency to his voice.

Going Senile