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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?

Beautifiedg1 · Urbano
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344 Chs

The Big Show

"Do you need company? Someone to cheer you up?" The bartender asked with a suggestive glance at the skimpily dressed ladies that have been eyeing Roy since he walked in.

Roy followed his gaze to where he was smiling at and was about to turn away when his eyes caught sight of someone and his weary face crumpled in a frown.

Wasn't that one of Mr Brandon's servants? What was she doing here, dressed like that? She looked no different from the regular call girls frequenting bars.

Was she in such desperate need of money? Didn't Mr Brandon pay his staff well? 

He quickly dismissed the idea, recalling the generous amount Mr Brandon used to pay  him when he was Charles's tutor. 

It seemed unlikely that the girl was in any financial straits. 

If that was the case, was Mr Brandon aware of what she did in her spare time? Did he know she moonlighted in bars, scantily clad and seeking male attention?