"Mr. Warbucks! Mr. Warbucks, we're home!"

Annie barreled into the office, excited to tell the billionaire about the movie Grace had taken her to. She'd begged for him to come along but, unfortunately, today's meeting was one that couldn't be postponed or canceled. Secretly, Grace was happy about this. She'd missed the last couple of outings due to her covering work in the office. She missed doing things with Annie. Of course, she wished Oliver could have joined them.

"Ah," he said with a grin, looking up from his papers. "How was the film?"

"It was great! We saw Duck Soup and Miss Farrell says that you know Harpo Marx. Do you really?"

Oliver chuckled. "Sure do. All of them, actually."

"Wow!" replied a star-stricken Annie.

"I'll be sure to pass on my regards."

Cutting in, Grace said to Annie, "Run along and wash up now. I suspect dinner will be ready soon."

Annie obeyed, running out of the room and leaving Grace and Oliver alone. Oliver was thankful for this.

"I was hoping I'd have a chance to talk to you before dinner," he said.

Nervously, she questioned as she walked over to her chair at the side of his desk, "The meeting didn't go well?"

"Oh, no. It went fine. That's not what I want to talk about."

"Oh?"

Looking away, wringing his hands out of nervousness, Oliver said, "I happened by Tiffany's today and saw something for Annie."

"Yes?"

"… What do you think about a new locket for her? That one she wears isn't even in one piece."

Smiling, Grace replied, "I think she'll love it! Is that all you wanted to ask me?"

"No… my real question is, ah, if you think the locket will make a good adoption present?"

Tears sprang to her eyes. "You've made the decision?"

He nodded.

Her feet moved forward to him without her consent, leaping up from her seat and going around to him, flinging her arms around him. "I'm so happy for you—" Realizing her position she let go of him, stepping back with her hands fastened behind her. "— sir."

Oliver smiled at this. "Thank you, Grace."

"When are you going to tell her?"

"I need to see if it's possible first. I'm a single man, after all. But it shouldn't be too difficult to have an exception made. There's no question of my being financially stable and reputable."

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Actually, yes. I plan on talking to my lawyer tomorrow morning. If he says it can be done, I'll need Miss Hannigan to sign the forms."

Grinning, Grace nodded. "I will take them to her personally."

"Wonderful," he said, shuffling papers on his desk as a means to cover his increasing nerves. "Thank you."

"Are you all right?"

"Fine," he answered quickly. "Did you say dinner was ready?"

Patting his shoulder, she smirked. "I'll go check on it now."