I inspect the package.

Inside the package. Inside is a 'change of ownership' form from Jack Hewitt's lawyers (Howard, Johnston, and Blakely) which make it clear that you have been given the diamond by the Hewitt estate and you are now the sole owner.

You clutch the diamond to your chest and burst into tears.

You think of how often over the last seven years you've obsessed about this diamond? It was the reason for your servitude. You've blamed yourself for walking out of the door with it around your neck. You've dreamed about it, you've wondered if it was real, you wondered what happened to it and where it ended up...

And now you know. It's right here. And it's yours.

"Hey, Jenny, are you okay?"

You look up, tears streaming down your face. It's your former boss, James, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. James has been the only one in the entire office who has consistently treated you with respect and caring.

"Thank you, James," you say. You pull a delicate lace handkerchief from your purse (the only kind you're allowed) and dab at your eyes. Your makeup is ruined and will need to be fixed, but you don't care at this point.

"Is there anything I can do?" James asks.

You look up at him. You've made up your mind.