"You can't be too sure," Ingrid warned. Although you've never said it, I know you're more qualified to be just a nanny and something must have forced you to take the job. I also feel you're not destined to end up as a nanny."
"Apart from that you have the looks. You are beautiful… more beautiful even without makeup than most models with a face packed full with cosmetics. And each time I see you stand beside the boss, you always form this picture of a loving couple."
"Tsk!" Grace spat out the fruit juice she was taking.
Grace wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, still reeling from Ingrid's words.
"Ingrid, i think you've watched so many soap operas. Nothing can ever happen between me and the Boss. He's my boss, and that's all."
Ingrid leaned forward on the bed, her face almost an inch from Grace's and her eyes narrowed slightly as she observed Grace. "Maybe you're right. But you can't deny not to have noticed Boss's subtle hints. Anyone with eyes can see it."
