"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."