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A Husband For The NANNY

“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.” ********* 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?

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I’m Not Old

Fredrick's eyes lingered on Grace as he took his seat, his thoughts racing. 'So this was Grace. She was worth all the praise Jace sang about her,' he mused, taking in her appearance.

With his keen artistic eyes, his eyes glinted in admiration.

Grace was striking in a natural way. Her hair, a cascade of nude waves, framed a face that was both delicate and expressive. 

She wore minimal makeup, allowing her natural beauty to shine through, and her complexion had a healthy, radiant glow.

Her attire, which was a fitted blouse in a soft, pastel hue that complemented her skin tone, paired with a tailored skirt that accentuated her graceful figure, was elegant yet simple, reflecting her personality. 

There was an effortless sophistication about her and a quiet confidence that made her stand out.