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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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We Are Not The Real Thieves

"I don't mind if it's just about sharing the problem, but it's sharing our meal and having nothing left for us. That is what I'm not comfortable with," Mrs Bert whined.

"What do you mean?" Mary asked, unable to make head or tail from her explanation.

"You'll see for yourself," Mrs Bert said, leaving a lot of question marks on all their faces.

She started placing the remaining dishes Grace had packed for them on the tray and went to the refrigerator to get the parfait. To the astonishment of the three ladies, she carried everything out of the kitchen without uttering a word.

Hearing the kitchen door creak open, Jace sat up, putting on a nonchalant expression as if his eyes had not been trained on the kitchen door all this while.

After serving the food, she turned back to leave.

Jace restrained himself from delving straight into the beckoning dishes as he had something else to settle. "Hold on, Mrs Bert."

"Yes, sir,"