It wasn't difficult finding out Sheila Kelly's identity. After all, Grace had a name to go by. Everything else fell into place from there, and what she found was appalling.

"She's pulled this stunt before," Grace said over the telephone to Drake. "Busted for attempted murder. If she's willing to kill for a million there's no telling what she'll do for a couple billion."

"It's all there? Documented and everything?"

"Mhmm."

"Now do we tell Mr. Warbucks?"

"I don't know… it still feels like our word against theirs. Mr. Warbucks still isn't thrilled with me for running out on the job. He might take it the wrong way. And for all he knows, Mrs. Kelly is his perfect match."

"But you have the papers. You can message it to him and I can have the phone ready for you to talk to him."

"I can't break news like this over the phone. I need to be there."

"The wedding is in two days," Drake reminded.

"I'll be coming to New York with President Roosevelt tomorrow night."

"And you'll tell him then?"

"I think I'd rather like to have my fun with this."

Drake could almost hear the smirk in her voice. "You're going to let him believe that telegram we've faked?"

"Absolutely. After all he's put me through I deserve to see him sweat a little."

"I never took you as the devious type."

"Never underestimate a woman scorned, Drake."

"I'm suddenly grateful you like me enough to spare me any revenge."

Grace let out a soft breath. "Why on earth would I need to take my revenge on someone sweet enough to tell me he loves me? You've got that on Mr. Warbucks if there's ever been a time he's felt anything for me."

"He does. You should see the way he's been moping around. He asks me at least three times a day if you'll be attending the wedding."

"What have you told him?"

"Nothing," he answered, "as you requested."

"Good. And Annie hasn't said anything?"

"She's playing her part well. Perhaps that's why Mr. Warbucks has been talking about you so much. She's singing your praises every chance she gets. Not that that's too different from usual."

"I'm flattered."

"I still can't believe how well she took it."

"Kids have a good sense about these things," Grace said. "I don't think she trusted Mrs. Kelly much either."

"I still don't understand how the Commissioner and her daughter got this far in their plan. Hasn't anyone checked up on this case? What about Justice Brandeis? Wouldn't he have known when signing the adoption papers that there was a question of legality?"

"I've wondered that, too. I thought Mr. Warbucks had taken care of it. That might have been among my papers but there was so much going on I might have overlooked it."

"Is there a way to check?" he questioned.

"Not from here."

"Speaking of which… have you tended your resignation?"

"Not yet," she admitted, almost sounding guilty. "I don't really know what the outcome of all of this will be. If Mrs. Kelly – Florence – whoever she is doesn't flinch when hearing what the telegram says, that means there is something genuine between them."

"Highly unlikely," Drake said. "Even if she doesn't, there's still the matter of her faking her identity. Mr. Warbucks isn't going to stand for dishonesty."

"Maybe… but what if the adoption is still illegal? He might marry her anyway."

"Again, it's highly unlikely. Not with Commissioner Doyle's reputation shattered. He'd choose to marry you."

"I wish I had your confidence."

"You've been away for a while. You haven't been able to witness the way things are around here for yourself."

"All I know is that when I left, I felt no more important than a piece of office equipment."

"A lot has happened since then. You know Mr. Warbucks. Chances are he was afraid of his feelings for you."

"You seem to know a lot about the way he feels for me," she said, then asked after a moment of contemplation, "Does he ever talk to you about me?"

"Not in the way you might think. He pays a lot of mind to you."

"I just wish he could say something to me."

"I'm afraid I'd be hypocritical if I made a comment about this."

Grace bit her lip. Why did she keep putting her foot in her mouth with him? "But you did say something in the end."

"Exactly," he replied. "In the end."

"I suppose I'm being hypocritical, too. I could have told him how I felt. Given my job it never felt appropriate."

"I'm sure he feels the same toward you. He's your boss. He doesn't want to put you in an uncomfortable position. Billionaires don't have a good reputation for these things."

"I suppose that makes sense."

"Give him a chance, Miss Farrell. For all intents and purposes, this ordeal with the Commissioner and Florence Doyle is a near-death experience. That might be enough to give him his courage."

"Wonderful," she said with a hint of sarcasm, though she smiled despite him being unable to see it.

"What time will you get here tomorrow?"

"After dinner, I'm afraid."

"Perhaps you'd like to stop over for some tea? I have missed our chats."

"So have I. I just don't want Mr. Warbucks to know I'm going to be in town."

"I understand."

"I don't suppose there's a way you could sneak me in?"

Drake laughed. "There's always a way."

"You sound like you've done this before," she teased.

"Hardly, but I've always wanted to try."

"It will be a rendezvous."

"Excellent."

"See you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow, Miss Farrell."

When he hung up the phone, he smiled. It was good having his friend back.