Della and Paul drove separately to work.

As usual, Perry was there ahead of her. The day's routine unfolded as usual, until they returned from the Court. As they sat in his office, Perry asked, "So how are things working out between you and Paul?"

Della smiled. "Counsellor, you taught me long ago about privileged communications. Now you're asking me to be unprofessional!"

"That good, Della? I'm glad you were able to make up your mind and I'm happy for the two of you."

Della walked around to Perry's side of the desk. She squatted down to his level, and put her arm around his shoulder. She gave him an affectionate peck on the cheek.

"You don't mind, do you, Chief? I mean, there have been moments between the two of us, when I wondered… But I've realized that I can't be Mrs. Perry Mason. I'm not big enough to be an equal match for you, and I'm too big to be willing to be the devoted wife in the background. It's different with Paul, he needs someone to help him grow."

"Della, the State of California only says you can't legally marry two people. So if you're going to get married it's better if there's only one person you want to marry. I've had the same mistress since I was called to the Bar. She's demanding, but well worth it. I'm not sure Justicia would tolerate a rival."

"It isn't going to change things, Chief. You need me too. Being your secretary is part of who I am, and I don't want to change that – ever. And I know you'll find lots of work for Paul to do so he doesn't have to sit home alone."

"Speaking of which, you need to pay Paul more, and give him some time off. He keeps falling asleep on me!

Perry reached into his wallet and drew out a fifty-dollar bill.

"Della, Paul's been working thirty-hour days. I'd like you to treat him to a nice dinner and spoil him."

"I'd love to, Chief. I know just the place. I might even have a proposition to put to him!"