After morning pleasantries, I settled in with the stack of research reports I had ordered. Ann asked if I'd like a cup of coffee and when she handed it to me I sensed the distinct coffee aroma intermingling with her fragrance.

"Bob." I heard Ann say. "Would it be all right if I asked my hairdresser to stop by later this afternoon and comb me out? I could have him come by my apartment later this afternoon, but I don't want things to be too rushed."

"Sure," I answered. That did not seem to be a momentous decision.

As I dug in to the research reports before me, I got immersed in geological reports, the classifications of different types of oil reserves, and the accounting implications of each. Ann brought me lunch at my desk and funnelled the calls from the brokers I needed to speak with. She also told me that she had been in touch with the placement offices at three of the city's business schools asking them to post notice of the analyst's position that was available and she alerted me to the fact that an ad was to appear in the Sunday Times as well.

I was immersed on my research and before I knew what was what, it was after three and Ann was standing in the doorway to my office.

"I need to wash my hair before Patrick gets here."

"Patrick?"

"My hairdresser, you remember."

"Sure."

"Do you mind if I use the sink in the bathroom off your office?"

"Go ahead." There was a small bathroom in what must have previously been a large closet which opened just off my office.

Ann crossed in front of me and entered the bathroom. She didn't close the door and because there was a full length mirror against the inside part of the bathroom door, from the angle where I was sitting the entire bathroom was open to me.