Bobbing Red Hair

Mike's secretary knocks gently on his door.

"Don't come in." Mike says grumpily, not looking up from the documents in front of him.

Knowing him and his moods all too well, she opens the door and enters. "I have what you asked me to get for next week Friday."

Mike looks up immediately, making the importance of whatever it is triple in her hands. "Bring it here and show me."

She walks to his table and places the tab in front of him. "Here is his schedule and here is hers. Friday night, he has a business meeting in Washington DC so he won't be here for that night. He'll be back the next day so she will be staying alone at the mansion that day."

Mike's eyes lights up and it doesn't skip the secretary who's not exactly oblivious to what his plans are. "How about the product I asked you to get for me?"

She shakes her head. "That one is a bit harder to lay hands on. I was able to get his own schedule off the company website and hers by sneaking it off her secretary's table. But that product,